SECTION ELEVEN
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COLUMN FORTY-EIGHT, AUGUST 1, 1999
(Copyright © 1999 Al Aronowitz)


(Photo by Myles Aronowitz)
(Copyright © 1998 Myles Aronowitz)

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

 

somewhere over the rainbow
angry pedestrian throws a boot
through a display window poor manequen
caught it right in the head toppled backwards
into the store the alarm wails everybody
long gone  

somewhere over the rainbow
bombs rip holes into the countryside
chorus of screams on a sunny day in hell
televised in several versions internationally  

somewhere over the rainbow
little dog pee´z on a witchez leg...shit !
just bought these nylons aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgh !
all the way down into high heeled
patent leather shoes  

somewhere over the rainbow
clowns make up is running fire engine red
hair falling out in clumps
two lines of viagra and double
bourbon on the table  

somewhere over the rainbow
the wind is still and there is
no way home carnival dismantled
left on the ground with a pile
of ticket stubs  

somewhere over the rainbow
flooded sewers ripped bra´z
dead batteries laughing crows
circling the abandoned town square
little girl clutches a headless raggedy
anne to her chest  

somewhere over the rainbow

somewhere over the rainbow
bug eyed shoppers on their knee´z
in the malls begging to be cured saved
released or ultimately driven mad
with a endless line of credit  

Reykjavik 1999  ##

* * *

OUR TOWN

daddy sips a ice cold beer
mama flips the pages of a magazine
kids are snuggled up in bed
flying in their dreams
alarm clock sits on a bedstand
like a sniper in a tree
school bus poised for another day
factory whistle waiting to scream
cat out prowling the neighborhood
dog curled up by the door
teenager down at a night club
grandpa´s got another bed sore
radio blares commercials
sponsors choose and outweigh songs
television blinks in the corner
spitting out special reports
summer has finally shown its face
winters gone away
rainclouds fill a blackblue sky
tomorrow is payday
dinner lays half eaten
on top of the microwave
this is the town we live in
and hope to leave someday
if we ever get on a gameshow
pick the right box on display
couple is fighting next door
junior takes out the trash
mama overdosed on a credit card
daddy is kicking her ass
long time since they carelessly danced
to jumpin jack flash
divorcee on the railroad tracks
waiting for a train to come
hungry bum scopes the scene
hoping for a clean hit n run
cop car prowls the street downtown
waiting for a coffee break
mayors down at the whore house
tonight there will be no raid
firemen playing poker
security guard polishes his gun
punk rocker nods out in the park
boom box blaring No Fun
while the lights go out
in our town
go out
one by one
 

                            Reykjavik , Iceland  ##

* * *

FULL MOON

the

Moon  

is

Full

and

so

am

i

                                  Reykjavik , Iceland  ##

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