Johnny Dollar Died

 
We thought he would die
   in a hail of bullets,
 
Or forced over a cliff
   by a villain’s car,
 
Or poisoned by one too many
   jilted blondes;
 
But, instead,
   he married, had kids,
 
Retired rich
   and grew old.
 
His memories faded,
   but on his death bed
 
He gasped his last words,
   “Expense account total, zero.”
 
 
      Johnny Dollar was was the star of one of the longest running
      radio detective shows ever, “Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar” (1949-1962, 886 episodes).
      Here, courtesy of the Internet Archive, is a sample:
 

Monsters

 
After flying all night
   over the Atlantic,
 
he deplaned,
   while children ran from him,
 
screaming, “Monstre, monstre!”,
   in Danish falsetto.
 
He examined himself
   and found nothing grotesque,
 
aside from a few
   bumps and wrinkles,
 
tired eyes and
   an unfortunate reliance
 
on flat California English;
   nothing terribly scary.
 
And, then, the barks —
   he turned and saw,
 
close on his heels,
   a pair of bulldogs
 
on leather leashes
   with day-glo pink collars,
 
and, as he petted
   the slobbery giants,
 
he felt his newfound monsterhood
   sadly slip away.
   

Leaves, Children

 
Leaves, star-like,
   beneath the maple,
 
Levitate in breeze
   and pinwheel
 
Across my path,
   bouncing, hopping,
 
Child souls
   in single file,
 
Giggle whispering,
   “Lookit! Lookit!” —
 
Cartwheeling
   little show-offs.