My hometown's annual shindig festivities
were in full box-step when
my wife & good friend went
into the newly implanted coffee shop.
This left me alone on a
street corner- in another setting,
at another time, a bearded woman
left to fend for her whiskers;
to sell sexual curiosities after
the circus skipped town
w/out her.
So I got a clean view-master slide
of all the folks I used
to share detentions &
dissections with.
And their kids, too.
Citizens like the
morlocked blades of grass
beneath a taurpalin;
citizens trudging by like a
Jack Kirby comic-book
drawing.
Later, I'm reminded of
True Temper's oily marriage
with Lake Erie, before
she met EPA.
That makes sense.
You know the Hot-Dog girl.
Every city has a version.
Ugly, teenage girl, lonely,
w/ a half-frozen weiner.
Then there's the Doctor's visit.
And the Doctor is the prom queen's
ol man, & the rest is
wildfire.
It had to've been tough for her.
But now she has a couple kids,
& this means somebody loves her.
Or did love her.