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| meant She tells him Get a life
that moment she felt she could understand Elsa Lanchester's dilemma everything's alive including herself everything began with an F as in Felix Culpa who's staggered clear from the innards of a Holiday Inn sign in Needles the one Victor & Dixie'd eaten Coconut Cream Pie scribbled exquisite cadavers on napkins drunk Coc- a Cola smoked dope in the parking lot at They were looking for junk supposedly stashed in the bronze Impala's glove compartment turgid as Bangkok & looked for spaceships zooming westward like postcards through the pink cellophane sunset stretched above the Kingman MacDonald's Dixie chewing Bazooka Joe Bubblegum read aloud The Poetics of Space & Dear Abby looking for answers no one knew the questions to the news- print's Baskerville typeface was something else the sky spit out another tragedy on the rose-pink horizon another mov- ie Nuncle Artie's masticating phone numbers during like popcorn actually he's choking on raw stockings this is the way the world ends he quotes he didn't look anymore like TS Eliot sporting a Stetson than any other compulsive masturbator he keeps his false teeth his ballerinas his fugitive numerals in the water- spotted glass on the dresser steeping in Polident his hands are Raggedy Ann dolls his body's a doubleknit suit hung-up undrycleaned in the Oldsmobile's backseat window viewed in passing like a late night TV commercial the sort the frolicking goddesses of banana splits whisper true love throughout he doesn' t think Hegelian suicide in so many words it's a fact of life like scads of pink paper parasols scattered across the polyurethane bar that thinks it's a mirror of course there's not much hope for Nuncle Artie in any purple kimono sky good-bye I can't say I knew him that well everybody' s alone in this world & so forth Victor for instance whose favorite words are laughing bones fedora dope & void he does- n't look like Robert Frost he feels like him sometimes meantime the lounge's Bride of Frankenstein Motorola's blue capillaries rippled the picture Another Legend, pg. 3 |
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