in search of the absurd: fiction & nonfiction

Plums -- by Billiam Carlos Billiams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

Why did you
have to call the
cops on me

It's a bunch of
goddamn plums.
I could see if I
stole your coat

Or something, but
these were pieces of fruit
and I just got
beat up in jail.