The Death
of Plasticman

I ate nothing but brittle things:
Cold cereal no milk, stale Chips Ahoy, no beverages.
I turned off the humidifier
And collapsed like that old hotel,
The dynamite expertly placed.
My eyes rolled around.
Feet waddled aimless, shod, smokey and crispy.
My wife coughed
While the cat stood
And swept me up, brush and pan

... by Thomas Gossett