What I'm aiming at is distance : the take-away
frond from the Palm Sunday of Life. If you get
what I mean. At the monkey-shine cadaver show,
where the line is as long as the downtown zoo,
the kids are lined up with their parents. It's a
free-pass day to sample the animals. Popcorn
and lions, paper-nag fries and two zebras in
embrace. Overhead, someone flies balloons
on a very long stick, with kids plant flags in
the dirt by the pond. I want to be a finger on
someone's wealthy hand : 'hot dog's here!'
The little funny guy's trying. I go, to suit
the day, or the devil, or myself alone.
I go. No hot dogs here.