Don’t Blow Your Horn

Don’t Blow Your Horn


Electricity out again,

and the release cord’s come loose;

so now I’m stuck in the garage.

No danger, I thought,

I’m out of gas.

Asphyxiation’s not my lot.

Also, it’s gotten warmer,

so I won’t freeze.

And I weigh too much:

a little fasting

could only be good.

Eventually I turned on the ignition

and blew my horn.

No one came.

But after a while

the police showed up,

called through the door

and asked for my name.

They left a summons

at the front of the house

for disturbing the peace.