John woke up with a grenade in his hand.

This is how I remember the fateful concatenation of events which led to my present state.

I’d gone to the flower shop to buy some flowers for my mother for her birthday, her birthday having been the day before. And even though her birthday was the day before, I thought she would still enjoy the flowers, anyway.

I have taken the credit
for the idea
you had
in the meeting

and which you
were probably
hoping
would get you promoted

Is this a fist I see which approaches my face
with steroid-assisted velocity?
Or is this a fist of the mind, an immaculate conception,
gestating in a beer-soaked brain?

They spurt right out of the brain. That’s
why Athena leapt from her father’s head,
clothed, armed. Somebody had to axe