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rivers of rats roaches and rubble
she lived along the main road
in a tiny bungalow
that was in dire need
of paint and
repair
everything about her
disgraced the neighborhood
and they bitched and
complained
for years
they called her fat
Betty...
she weighed near
300 lbs,
30ish, short and completely
grey
before her time
plus her hair was matted,
unkempt and greasy
and her teeth were green
and black and halfway rotted
and if she walked nearby, the
foul odor was something
terrible
and when her husband
left her, he
told about
how she satisfied herself
with flashlights
and she never denied it
she was a sloppy hideous mess!
and the inside
of her house
was piled high with garbage
totally overtaken with bugs and
there was animal shit everywhere;
up the walls, down
the heater ducts,
on and under things...
the convenience store
across the street
was
the local 'teen scene'
and we'd make fun of her
she didn't care
then one day
crowds of neighbors
gathered
and cars full of township authorities
stopped in front and
bulldozers and trash trucks
lined along the road and
the power company shut everything
off
we watched
fat Betty fling her front door open
and run barefoot into the street
she looked like some insane monstrosity
running toward them
thrashing her fists,
screaming ungodly obscenities
a police officer cuffed and forced her
into the back seat of the
squad car
she was in there
screaming
and crying hysterically...
then
a coupla pushes and it was over
like a tidal wave, those bulldozers sent
her home
garbage
bugs
shit
her life
and flashlights
puking down the street every
which way
christ, we ran but
we seen FAT Betty
through the back window of the police
car...
she was laughing laughing laughing
at the neighbors as they ran screaming
toward their homes trying
to ward off the
rivers of rats and roaches and rubble
that were once all hers.
divine pews
turn your life off
for a Sunday hour:
move like devotion
unfold your hands
and stuff your face
into a prayer
act like contrition
maintain the modern
dress code;
(everyone's looks like
an Easter lily)
listen to the same
sermon a year later
and don't forget to swallow
the weekly bulletin.
mimic the holy
authority:
chain yourself to a candle
with a donation and
honor thy concrete
supremity
and worship the Mafia
have faith in secret spiritual
molestation;
lie like a saint from
hell
paste your picture on a medal
and bless yourself with
a short-lived sin
suck on visions of holy water
and pink flesh apparitions
then allow God to melt in your mouth
and be convinced that your soul is
saved
and sing alleluia to the almighty $
understand how heaven
is heaved up our asses
thou shalt believe in the magic of the mass's...
that they should sit
temporarily
trapped within
the forgiveness of
these divine pews
lined with 'bless me fathers'
and have faith
in eternal salvation
is more than
a miracle.
mail delivery
out front,
the mail lady
stops to
deliver---
she sits
in her
postal
jeep
and her red finger-
nails spark
a bit of fire as she
flips through
a bunch
with great
speed
and expertise
and she lifts and
turns
her head;
her face,
california sun
direct
with mine,
west coast
mime
and her eyes
projecting
everything
pkg'd
in plain
brown wrappers
and her smile
protruding
motion
pictures
across her
movie star lips
and her
tongue;
fucking
everyones
business
in the neighbor-
hood
and her breasts
tight inside
the US front;
her nipples
erecting stiff
little tents
in the desert
heat
and her sun-
tanned legs
climbing up
suntanned thighs
like flagpoles
wavering her US
postal shorts
and her arm
unfolds
stretching
several
addressed to
me
and she
cocks
her head back
and forth
flinging her
blonde hair
from her face
and she waves
as she drives off
on the right
side of the road
in
the wrong
seat…
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