shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Thomas C. Hall


Not a DADAist Sonnet

The asphalt had tried and failed to be a goat.
Tall people have an edge when suffocating.
The lamb had a piquant, nutty flavor.
With the brightest, lightest mini-mall

The trio of pigs wept quietly.
A boy that was puking his dreams in color.
The fuzzy animals stayed where they belonged.
He pocketed the change. The change.

Earth shattering sounds from above.
Isn't it time to open the damn door?
Large circles, waves and houses. Repeat.
Smeared with his current colors.

DADA died before it was dead
So don't say it. O.K. Sonnet's future.