Troikas, I

Dislike your albatross
necklace? Accessorize
with matching brooch

* * *

“Gone to the dogs!”
denigrates dogs
let’s cats off the hook

* * *

I am the black sheep
of an oddly monochrome
familial flock

Troikas, II

A story called the girl’s hair
‘flaxen’ and all I could
think of was my dietary fiber

* * *

Naked mimes
don’t really have to say
all that much

* * *

Right place, wrong time.
Wrong place, right time.
Fine lines, leaky pens

Troikas, III

Two steps forward, three back:
even with castanets you flunk the
nice officers roadside dance test

* * *

If you date a girl
half your age, she will
expect twice as much

* * *

If the call for nonconformists to
unite goes unheeded, keep
the deposit they made on the hall

Troikas, IV

Burning, bitter, soulfully sweet;
my first taste of whiskey
my first sip of you

* * *

My father; blue-collar guy who
aspired to more, never quite made it.
Don Quixote with bowling ball lance

* * *

Overdrawn again from the
bank of good fortune.
Let all those checks bounce.