A jawbreaker rolls off the table,
makes a thud on the wood floor.
This is life in California, I think
aloud. Every so often, dread rears
its dyed red head and my minor
league bat comes out of retirement.
Getting pulled over by the fuzz
and being told your title is no good
is one path to the DMV. Conversely,
it may lead to a witching hour visit
to a drive-thru window. A decision
can be made to run every morning,
but sometimes it will rain.