25 August 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 2

Craft-Class Ghazal

by MICHAEL BRODER

Electric guitar is run over by a car on the highway.
–David Byrne

The teacher's assignment: Stop making sense.

No problem; all along, we've only been half-baking sense.

I play with my GI Joes and watch Captain Scarlet in B&W;

from the kitchen, a whiff of Mom's cup-caking scents.

We'd visit my brother Freddie at Willowbrook State School.

He's labeled retarded; the rest of us are faking sense.