Friday, January 07, 2005
HEY DONT RIP OUT
THE HELIOTROPE...YOURE NOT THERE
RAYMOND. Sunday morning. She's playing
with the videotape. 'The Misfits'. Ouch! I mean
she edits. Gaylord and Perce are mustanging through
the ding-bat bar when the tub-thumper fortuitously
leans them into a slow decline. Now she spoon feeds
of their entrails
through a sieve of exuberant clutter.
And their prim forbearance settles
into a cabal
of sobering associations:
The Amalgamated Translators and Collectors
Union, or The Federation of Liberal Abetments.
Here's a leading salesman carousing through
the reject saloon. And here's a thoughtless word
ruining the negotiation.