Sunday, May 22, 2016

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Peanut

He didn’t like it
as a nickname.
No, not one bit.
he didn’t like it
as a cartoon.  What
a silly cartoon,
he’d think.
Beagles can’t fly.
But one morning,
before the cat-
hedral down the
street struck twelve,
before it had even
struck eleven, he
walked in to a
dining joint,
sat down,
and ordered
a steak.  And
while he waited
for that steak,
he emptied the
entire bucket
of peanuts,
tossing each
and every shell
onto the already
shell-ridden
steakhouse floor.