Josh Crummer is a poet from Zilwaukee, Michigan. His debut poetry collection, We Are the Raiders, released January 2022. He is currently at work on his second collection, and when he’s not working as a corporate writer by day, he’s teaching college composition at night.
Dinosaurs Won’t Die
They all survived after the meteor struck – all the stegosaurs, tyrannosaurs, long necks and bone heads transformed to oil and ossified treasure before eons of dirt nap. Fueled by gasoline, our magic lamps weren’t rubbed but pressed by pedals, then a rumble – a belch of exhaust – dinosaur genies invisible but potent roamed the Earth once more. As long as you made the correct wish – Take us from where we’ve been to where we’re going – they granted unlimited wishes for slivers of oxygen stolen from the atmosphere – coveting clean air robbed from them by the cosmos in their final corporeal moments. A little more can’t hurt thought oil barons and drillers alike as the thunderlizard choir grew above – smokestack canopies, shimmering jungles of pipe and steel in deserts and fields like a toxic Arabia overrun. They forgot who ruled the planet first; how much a dinosaur eats; how vengeful its wrath can be when intruders wander obliviously on their nesting grounds.
Mort Thinks Day-Old Bagel Prices Are Too High
Kim Crilley always liked men with long hair. Mike Williams: Pro-liquor by the drink. Nonita Velez uses birth control pills. Harry Watson favors gambling. Weather: Looking good. Clara Peller has a beef. Shelly McGinley wants to leave. Jenny McCleod wants peace. Eric Nelkin bought pizza. Next: Beating the IRS. Teresa Holcomb saw a UFO. Tennie Komar says she knows ghosts. Mayor Jim Griffin survived Bigfoot. Donnie Walsh is playing the waiting game. Still ahead: Dracula. We are experiencing technical difficulties – Now it’s everyone’s problem. Don’t go away; We’ll be right back after these words.