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