Two Poems: Comedy of Terrors; Flea Market
Brian Beatty

Comedy of Terrors

The princess working
the ticket counter asked,
"Window seat or aisle?"

"Or you'll what?" said
the bearded gentleman
of permanent descent.

Flea Market

So many novelty t-shirts
and dream catchers

squeezed into
such tiny little tents.

Can I buy your CB radio?