Days when the fever broke
Ma remembered it like right now, right here:
“Sister Incontinence and her Bowel Movement Boys
skated down Room Temperature Boulevard
Kayaks made of orange peel piloted by the Walrus twins
Fab and Gear
and soon enough the silver lining of Cloud Nine
turned into just so much angel dust twisting in your kidneys.”
We poked and giggled with glee.
Here she goes, we thought.
“Artificial Bear Grease molested our Monster Magnets,” she rattled
“Serene daredevils filled cinder blocks with razor blade ice cream
made bowling pins out of elephant teeth
and it came to be known as the ‘Malicious Malnutrition
of the Magazine Article Five,’ a real page turner.”
Her eyes bright and nostrils flared.
“In the sequel they roasted the pigeons in skunkspray skillets
while Captains of Industry spoke of their lives with twits and twats
a halfway house for bird dogging artifacts
like Doctor Faintgoat Thunderkeg and Pint Size Pete.”
Ma now gasping for air, the vapors rolling over her
like a White Freightliner over roadkill –
we knew the climax was knocking at the door –
“Whisk us off to Daveno City,” she croaked. “Let us ‘live out our days’
with cardboard bankbooks and old railroad ties
dipped in egg whites and deep sizzled
(in direct violation of the Geneva Convention).”
We could almost hear the bones breaking as her voice splintered
“Redemption is just a long cool walk down the Ivory Road
in the shadow of Used Paperback Mountain.”
We thought she must expire
but she paused – time was still – and then she took a breath.
“Now you young ‘uns go conceal yourselves
before the new sun rises
and scorches again this old, cold Cursed Earth.”
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