For some unfathomable reason, this poem reminds of Halloween. At any rate, we are thrilled to publish our first Maurice (we've always liked that name), and he'll be in our Winter Issue as well. Oh crap, we have to start thinking about the Winter Issue, before Editrice Liz absconds with all of the Toucan profits to a remote Scottish isle? She's seriously considering that, you know.
Reoccurring Dream (Including The Soundtrack)
by Maurice Oliver
It starts the way it ends-
someone yells Hallelujah
and the hooligans put away their
brass knuckles and firearms then
sing lullabies to coax the wings out.
Pin the tail on the donkey is replaced
with games of ball and jacks.
The bungo juice is passed around one
final time and then the soberest one
in the bunch stumbles up to read out
aloud the note scotch-taped to the pearly
gates, you know, the one that says;
Picking-up some Chinese takeaway,
Be Back In A Jiffy!
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