Bradley K Meyer
I write from Dayton, Ohio. I have a cat who just turned 14 (happy birthday). I write mostly in the bathtub which makes my water bill frown. I have two chapbooks, Hotel Room (Vostok East Press, 2013) & Haiku Vol. I (Vostok East Press, 2015), available inexpensively through email prodding. I edit Pouch Magazine which lives at www.pouchmag.com
I stopped at a liquor store in Killeen, Texas.
At the counter, I asked the cashieress,
‘Honey, what’s there to do here?’
She said, ‘Well… later on tonight there’s
a wet t-shirt contest at the Starlite Lounge.’
I said thanks but didn’t hang around for it.
I wish I had more to say about Killeen, Texas.
Someone stuck a reflective
letter ‘B’ over the ‘W’ on
the sign for Wendover
by the airport.
Humor is the same everywhere.
Sandwich is on the road to Provincetown.
This is where the Sandwich police protect & serve.
We brought Pasta. There was no incident.
They are concerned
with Sandwich business
& we had none.
Tennessee Ya Later!
I had a dream the other night:
I was in a car traveling from Tennessee to Kentucky.
When the car crossed the Kentucky border,
I stuck my head out the window, waved, & hollered:
‘Tennessee ya later!’
When I awoke I thought, ‘That’s not bad,’
& dialed the TN Board of Tourism.
A woman answered, ‘Hello, Tennessee Board of Tourism.’
I told her my dream:
‘& when I crossed the Kentucky border,
I waved & hollered:
Tennessee ya later!’
I said, ‘Have ya’ll used that before?
I think it’s not bad.’
She said, ‘No, darling, I don’t believe we have.’
I said, ‘Well, what do you think?
Do you like it?’
She said, ‘I’ll transfer you to our marketing department.’
But, their marketing man was out of the office.
So, I detailed my dream on his machine.
I added at the end:
‘It’s like Tennessee will literally see you later
if you go there again but also
a bit like Tennessee will become a part
of you if ‘to Tennessee’ were a thing that
could be done to you, you know?’
Now I wait.
Tennessee ya’ll soon,
©2015 Bradley K Meyer