just when it happened seems
impossible to bring up from memories
too deep for fried chicken
too shallow for creamed tuna on toast,
but somewhere something happened
and chairs meant for round bottoms
were crunched by backsides too big
to flop, too big to fit into cinema seats,
where life’s deadly degeneration
plunged posteriors into another dimension
and traveling by big wheels seemed not only
correct but largely, hugely appropriate
to a culture that whips potatoes high
and beef jerky snaps before one can
down the rotundly ironic diet coke.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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