<\/p>\n
Ted Gacy across the street<\/p>\n
has dug up his backyard<\/p>\n
and is holding a coming out party<\/p>\n
as soon as the smell lessens.<\/p>\n
He’s exhibiting downtown next week.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
John Done, the alcoholic<\/p>\n
on the cardboard, on the corner<\/p>\n
sold his bottle collection<\/p>\n
just before the crash<\/p>\n
and now sells juicers<\/p>\n
on the info-channel.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
J.C. Pennyless has<\/p>\n
moved to Europe and become<\/p>\n
a money changer<\/p>\n
after having a miraculous conception<\/p>\n
while converting<\/p>\n
funds for the church<\/p>\n
of some later day saint.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Molly, the prostitute<\/p>\n
finally got an agent<\/p>\n
and sits at home<\/p>\n
knitting, doing needle work<\/p>\n
waiting for the call to come.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Mr. Johnston, the phys. ed. teacher<\/p>\n
at the school on High street<\/p>\n
is sitting outside, right arm raised<\/p>\n
prepping for his next lesson<\/p>\n
on condom etiquette and control<\/p>\n
as a means of keeping the kids<\/p>\n
physically active.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Mum and Pop have<\/p>\n
franchised<\/p>\n
and now walk their lap dog<\/p>\n
around and around the park in their<\/p>\n
customized, motorized, all weatherized<\/p>\n
wheelchairs.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My mother has just won<\/p>\n
the Publisher’s Weekly Sweepstakes<\/p>\n
and is busy telling me about<\/p>\n
her plans to option the house<\/p>\n
and make a run on the orange juice market.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Teresa my teenaged daughter<\/p>\n
counts the days to business school<\/p>\n
convicted, she stumbles through the streets<\/p>\n
on 8 inch platforms hoping<\/p>\n
her beeper will ring in public.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Mr. Rogers?<\/p>\n
He has opened a modelling agency<\/p>\n
and is giving speech therapy to<\/p>\n
inner city kids on the side.<\/p>\n
His new line of clothes comes out next week.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And me?<\/p>\n
Like any poet not worth his salt<\/p>\n
I’m schleping off all my friends<\/p>\n
spending my days picking<\/p>\n
between my crusty toes.<\/p>\n
I’m buying up all my friend’s<\/p>\n
tattered paperbacks and waiting for<\/p>\n
all the computers to crash.<\/p>\n
Then I’ll have a word or truth to write.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The heart can beat only so fast …………<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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