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“Love’s boat has smashed against the daily
grind.” Mayakovksy. Not the TV show.
The suicide note. Not Fantasy Island.
Russian Roulette. Did you used to watch
those TV shows. Do you watch them now.
Why. Explain. The Deer Hunter. Christopher
Walken with a pistol in a gambling den.
Not a Clue card. A scene. From the movie.
Back in the VA. Stateside. A hospital tray
table full of cash winnings. You can only
win at Russian Roulette a finite number of
times. As final as the game of Life.
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Stillicide. A continual dripping of water.
A hard rain’s a gonna fall. In the still of
the night. A bend in the river. Guerillas or
gorillas. Word crimes. Mine. Yours. Ours.
Misread the phrase: Legal Suicide this way.
Should be: Legal studio this way. Not a
Stillicide. Water. Torture. Chinese. Like
checkers. With a Cap. Nixon’s dog. State
secrets found in a pumpkin patch. Not water
rights. Highly classified stuff. Water rights
were what Chinatown was all about.
Whittaker Chambers. Or Alger Hiss. Both.
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You only live twice. No live and let
die. Nancy Sinatra. Not Linda McCartney.
Not Stella either. Her boots were made
for walking. Naked in Playboy. Or was
that Joan Collins. Not for the Interview.
Not for Andy Warhol either. He didn’t
like girls. That way. Though he lived
with his mom. Until she died. Don’t say
Norman Bates. Andy lived twice. Being
shot and dead on the table. And revived.
Then a routine procedure and he died.
Go figure.
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Contribute. To the Gregory Corso Memorial
Bocce Tournament. All major. Accepted.
It’s too late. To fall in love with Sharon Tate.
Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Happy endings.
To tragic stories. That defined a generation.
Not the Vampire Killers. Though she was in it.
R rating in some iterations. Brief nudity. Violence.
Stupidity. As disappointing as a broken toy
in a Cracker Jacks box.
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Twitch and Shout. The affliction.
The memoir. The movie. God didn’t
give epileptics a fair shake. In the
cemetery where Al Jolson is buried.
Who’s your surrogate mama. A terry
cloth monkey instead of a flesh & blood
mother. Science or cruelty to animals.
There’s a lot at stake. Just ask Joan d’ Arc.
Apostles of the covenant. Apocrypha
or Dogma. A three dog night.
Alan Catlin, writes clipped bursts after a boomer TV generation. Dive right in, swim Nixon and Three Dog Night, a potpourri pop construction of memorabilia bits for late night and open mics’ spoken word. Possibly, an era of decadence, uncertain of its strengthens now, Alan Carlin writes of what “…defined a generation.”– a generation that sometimes (I would agree) would appear, “As disappointing as a broken toy/ in a Cracker Jacks Box”.