Garbage Brains must hurry
and pack his newspaper clippings.
the Wallpapering has already commenced.
asked to dance with one leg out,
or balance or bounce a ball bat
to cheer the cheerless charges…
he is tiptoeing past the women’s arson ward,
(for burned arsonists—a lot of them lately),
and, disguised as dirty laundry,
chutes down the provided slide
out whappity flap
into a waiting pedicab.
____________________—grimes 9/87; 9/09