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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

LOVESICK, After a Fassbinder Soliloquy, Edited

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LOVESICK,
After a Fassbinder Soliloquy,
Edited




It’s almost June now in NYC,
But the weather remains unseasonably cold and rainy.

A lot is happening in the world.

A 4.4 magnitude earth quake hit southern California.
Ten strong, aftershocks followed it!

A commuter turbo jet crashed into a suburb
Outside Buffalo, New York, killing all on board,
Another person died on the ground.
The FAA pointed to human error as the cause,
Seems insufficient training was at root,
Besides both pilot and his co,
They had not enough sleep and were
Too tired to handle the emergency effectively,
It was fast icing, which overcame the aircraft.

A new premier in India insures the sub Continent’s
Economic stability; he is a moderate, and his landslide,
Commentators claim, has had a grand effect,
It holds left-wing experimentalists in check.

Of course, the trouble in Pakistan continues;
The army now attacks the local citizenry, as national
Government attempts to wrest control from Taliban.

The Sri Lankan majority has defeated its Tamil foes.

Hard to believe a place like North Korea has the A-Bomb,
And it threatens with far-reaching, missile delivery to boot.

The world faces nuclear disaster on many fronts.

Hold it! Here’s one happy news brief:
The Space Shuttle’s crew spent five days repairing the
Hubble telescope and has now safely returned to earth.

Another pleasant thought or two, from the society pages,
Brad and Angelina have worked out differences,
And media report she is pregnant, again!

And Marc and Jenny ‘from the block’ they appear happy!

Women are my weak point, a mortal failing.
When I kiss one, I start to think of another,
Then begin to wonder about a third.

Sure women are my chief weakness,
But what is a man to do?

I can not help myself, and even if I
Were to go broke chasing after women,
I would write ‘sold out’ on the door to my heart,
And stand on the corner, hat in hand,
Beg some nice lady for relief.

The other day, I was behind Etta in a line at checkout.

We were at the supermarket,
I looked down along her leg from the back,
Saw the way her sneakers embraced her feet,
Saw the way her blue jeans cuffed her ankles,
And realized how desperately I remain in love with her.

Back in the days when I enjoyed the drinking life,
A woman at the bar, and here I record an event,
She claimed that she would tear out an eyelash.
“And stab you with it dead,” she said.

“Then I’ll take my lipstick and paint you all red.

“And if you are still mean to me
Why I know what I’ll do?

“I’ll order fried eggs, and throw spinach on you!

“You, you, you!

“I’ll order fried eggs and throw spinach on you!”

For this week and weekend the “L” subway line
Announces repairs between 12:00 and 5:00AM,
No service between Myrtle Ave. and Canarsie stations.

The MTA plans new experimental doors
To avoid costly repairs, which occur when customers
Force normal openings and closings to fit their hurry.

“Attention. Caution!
Stand clear of opening and closing doors!”

We have a new set of warnings which advise passengers
Their responsibility to report all suspicious packages,
If you see something say something, goes the message.

“Do not walk between cars at any time!”
A voice warns riders in another of ubiquitous alerts.


 
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