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.