DINER-MAN (Dan Aykroyd)

Two samples of diatribes or “prose” from just prior to the Republican Era. From the journal of “Paul Spitzer” entitled Rush Five-Star (college-ruled).



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His macaroni was impeccable, his cheese dyed from dead honeysuckle. Little bits of string-cheese wafted wands over his wickerbasket. Threads lifted lightly over his lips, languid heat, linguini ears hear lenticulated bark-calls. Lightly seasons broth, monotone hue, his only friend is Hugh Jass.

Man just in front of the rear exit, belches macaroni, hears the sounds of marching army ants, noxious pip-bomb in his stomach, Sandy eyebrows Creeping umbrella face, leaving his arms inside of pockets. Ten to six, 8 more blocks. Wheezing, cheese breath, I pray for distorted feedback, cacophonous ringing, dead ear-drums. Sunrays blind the man; I know the sound of the devil’s sodomy-song, the last unknown conundrum.

Listening Intently

The sound of marching feet fell
Into the bottle of preached words.
An owl screeched across the dell
Hunting rodents under canopy’s of lords.

The shade inside the glade held mute
Lovers, forbidden to speak without due repute.

The owl flies to a tree, leaves brown
From lack of irrigated till,
Dried from climates long since sound
The product of lost goodwill.

Lightly treading inside of leaky shanties enveloped
With tree pollen, lanky lovers liter their words labeled obsolete.

The mystery orb revealed unknown Utopia,
Sold to those with much stress.
The Lover’s Shanty Glade was a poor-man’s euphoria
Gift for family viewing at Christmas.

Many leaves have fallen over the years, bringing food, fires and famine.
Many years have passed since the idea of Utopia became as novel as satin,
Lightly treading, listening intently, Lovers at the hands of privatization.
Till the earth, the concrete gives room to roots of a dead nation.