A PAIR OF
CORPSES
CORPSES
Kenneth Pobo
| Uncle Fester sits at one end of the table, Joan Crawford at the other-- maybe lime sorbet will break the ice if not stiff martinis I ask both Lazaruses about death. Joan: It’s dark and Director God’s passed out in the bathroom. Fester: I like it. I have a swamp and good electricity. They dash. Joan hears her cue. Fester snacks on a light bulb. They vanish where rose roots scrimmage with unhelmeted pebbles |
