Here’s another freebie from Dispatches from the Swinging Door Saloon...

On Punctuation

Forget the comma,

that little busybody.

I propose a toast to

the unfettered line

gleeful and whistling

as it speeds along in its roadster

flicking cigarette ash out the window

blowing red lights

sending semicolons

and asterisks

scrambling for cover

as the forgotten comma,

stiff-lipped and proper,

directs traffic in

the intersection,

its whistle blaring,

its little white gloves

ordering everything

to a halt,

everything but the rogue line

which speeds

headlong into

the night

its long hair

blowing in the wind