Apr/May 2017 Poetry |
Photographic image © 2017 Stuart Gelzer
Poisonous Venom
In the autobiography of my life
I wanted to use a wordI've never before written down
so I rose up out of my chairand cracked open a dictionary
and, eyes tight shut, stuckmy own finger by random chance
on the word pleonastic.I received this word as a free gift
and here's a true fact:the Sierra mountains are never
a safe haven for tuna fish.This is no unexpected surprise—
just as the armed gunmanout on frozen ice usually carries
a gun.