Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Naked Parade
Hoogah Boogah
splits our
multirace community,
oldsters bringing
special horrors,
so Council braids
an age limit.
Daniel Slats objects.
relishes the screaming
at him mid snares and
bugles and power-
ful majorettes.
DACHAU DANNY.
LONG AND SKINNY!
SUCH A WING-
WANG THING!
And the little children’s
mocking dances as he leers.
They persist
till overtired
and crying
every year.
Labels: children, concentration camp, Dachau, naked, parade, ritual, sex, taboo
Tuesday, October 03, 2017
Dump
Her dump of Harold was now fully in effect.
They were to speak, of course, but only
in softly polite generalities.
Brenda saw him at the Little League Parade,
and both merged moderately sunny hellos.
Then an old woman fell into the path of
the Crestview Drum and Bugle Corps.
Bugsy, bass drummer and joker, gave the
incident his loudest thump!
Then, more staccato ones as his colleagues
disarrayed.
Harold plucked her back through all this
stumbling and random toots.
To the bleachers, where he cleaned her
face with tissues. Finally, stroked her hair.
Voice light as his touch.
“Goddammit all to hell!” sobbed Brenda,
“Why are you so good? You’re always
so fuckin...!”
Labels: accident, breakup, caring, Charity, Little League, love, Music, nice, old, parade
Sunday, April 06, 2014
Dangers in the Enjoyments of Children
Characters
“They ripped me from my group and tried to rape me!
Through the back part.”
Patrolperson Mary Cort had him sign his statement,
and then drove Pinocchio home.
Meantime, the two accused admitted they desired Goofy,
but couldn’t wait.
When she got back, Chief proclaimed, “I’m telling mayor
no more parades! Attracts wrong element.”
“But my daughter and Jiminy Cricket! And I love When
You Wish Upon a Star, his lovely falsetto in there!”
“Download it. Who’s preventing? Anyhow, no more perverts
going up the chute of Kermit the Frog!”
“Maybe just a personal point of view problem there, Chief?”
“I got THAT all right!”
Labels: Goofy, Jiminy Cricket, Kermit the Frog, parade, Pinocchio, police, rape
Sunday, June 03, 2012
How Do You Say Banana Daiquiri?
Grizzled old head pops over his cube, scarlet face.
“Can still hear the woodwinds. They carry better
on the breeze than the oom-pah-pahs. Never run
after the parade. It's passed, and the faster you
run, more it gets away.”
He phones Gretchen with the bizarre account.
“Missed it, huh? No fuckin surprise there!”
She was still bitter at having been laid off from the Dentist, who brought in his girlfriend after his divorce.
“At any rate, I lift a glass to the passing parade.
Moves me so, I might do it again!”
Gretchen was proving over-sibilant.
Tells accountant Jerry who quips “Yeah any parade's
far gone from us! But why don't they have security here?
Bums wander at will. Hey! Do what I did! Two part plan:
buy philosophy books and bore the shit out of yourself
for a year. Then, ketchup Corvette!”
He goes to boardroom to study himself in the full-length
mirror the tycoons use to check their entrance.
"Lumpy," he concludes.
Lunch at Reading Terminal Market where he buys
the greens and fruits to get them eating healthy again.
An afternoon call enrolls Gretchen in a support group
called Tomorrow. She’ll dress beautifully and con them
until they turn on her.
When he gets home she has passed out at the kitchen island mid a blender spinning nothing. He drops his grocery bag among scattered banana daiquiri makings.
Get her into the shower after checking the mail.
Then, they cook.
Labels: alcohol, office, parade
