Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958)
“Con-artists, barefaced
liars, clocks shuffle
the hours slowly”
—Carol Ann Duffy, “Losers,”
The Other Country
I kept his photo—on the fridgeso so that every time—i got hungrythere he was—on the front doorstaring at me—mendaciouslyhe didn’t have—an honest bonein his body—and everybody inzilla knew—he was no goodbad seed—to the bonebut i didn’t care—i loved himand that made up—for all hisduplicity—doing me in andhustling me—for moneythen one day—i was browsingthe internet—and came acrosshis photo—in the sexual predatorlist of zillah—murderous felonshe still had—that evil malemendacity—on his smirking lipshow i wanted—to wipe it offhis haughty dishonest face!!!they caught him—driving aroundlike a scene out of—pulp fictionwith a knife—porno in the frontseat—and no pants on!!!a distraught girl—turned him inso now he was on—the sexualoffender’s list—pouty pic onall the computer screens…male mendacity—full of liesi was still—a sucker for himtho supposedly he was reformedand a born-again zillah christian?first godzilla baptist church—it even had a big statue on thefront lawn—of the infamousjapanese sat matinee monster!!!the congregation—was full ofreformed sexual predators andmendacious felons—and he wasnaturally a devoted deacon…even they could testify—how used and abused—howunashamedly unforgivablyhe conducted sunday school!!!when i reminded him—of hisstatus as a felon—he gave methe finger—and charged mehis usual mendacious fee…$100 was cheap—back thenso i hocked my mother’s jewelsand he made me pray for it inthe godzilla baptist basement…now who was more mendacious?him or me? his letting himselfbe done for filthy money—orme down on my filthy knees?my morals—what morals?the morals of a cat on a hottin roof—gooper’s wife goingfor another no-neck rug-rat?gauche gonadal grotesquery—groaning like jimmy swaggartin that cheap new orleans motelpraising a forgiving jaysus christ?ungodly gifted greaser—oily duck-tailed sulky sullenelvis the pelvis hips withoutsockets or shameless sini was like maggie the cat—desperate to prove to theworld and big daddy thatbrick was the real thing!!!but what did big daddy care—slowly dying of rectal cancer shooting up with morphine toease his own sad mendacity?like father like son—it ranin the family tree—big daddywas all roots and branchesof the twisted american treemendacity makes all of us—monsters for the male id at least that’s the way it wasin the baptist basement…bad boyz—and bad seed!!!sex wasn’t safe—in the ‘50ssteve mcqueen’s—the blog!!!convict love—in cold blood!!!zillah—down in the vineyardscolumbia river—slithering closeeven when he got older—hisvaricose veins—turned me on
“Con-artists, barefaced
liars, clocks shuffle
the hours slowly”
—Carol Ann Duffy, “Losers,”
The Other Country
I kept his photo—on the fridgeso so that every time—i got hungrythere he was—on the front doorstaring at me—mendaciouslyhe didn’t have—an honest bonein his body—and everybody inzilla knew—he was no goodbad seed—to the bonebut i didn’t care—i loved himand that made up—for all hisduplicity—doing me in andhustling me—for moneythen one day—i was browsingthe internet—and came acrosshis photo—in the sexual predatorlist of zillah—murderous felonshe still had—that evil malemendacity—on his smirking lipshow i wanted—to wipe it offhis haughty dishonest face!!!they caught him—driving aroundlike a scene out of—pulp fictionwith a knife—porno in the frontseat—and no pants on!!!a distraught girl—turned him inso now he was on—the sexualoffender’s list—pouty pic onall the computer screens…male mendacity—full of liesi was still—a sucker for himtho supposedly he was reformedand a born-again zillah christian?first godzilla baptist church—it even had a big statue on thefront lawn—of the infamousjapanese sat matinee monster!!!the congregation—was full ofreformed sexual predators andmendacious felons—and he wasnaturally a devoted deacon…even they could testify—how used and abused—howunashamedly unforgivablyhe conducted sunday school!!!when i reminded him—of hisstatus as a felon—he gave methe finger—and charged mehis usual mendacious fee…$100 was cheap—back thenso i hocked my mother’s jewelsand he made me pray for it inthe godzilla baptist basement…now who was more mendacious?him or me? his letting himselfbe done for filthy money—orme down on my filthy knees?my morals—what morals?the morals of a cat on a hottin roof—gooper’s wife goingfor another no-neck rug-rat?gauche gonadal grotesquery—groaning like jimmy swaggartin that cheap new orleans motelpraising a forgiving jaysus christ?ungodly gifted greaser—oily duck-tailed sulky sullenelvis the pelvis hips withoutsockets or shameless sini was like maggie the cat—desperate to prove to theworld and big daddy thatbrick was the real thing!!!but what did big daddy care—slowly dying of rectal cancer shooting up with morphine toease his own sad mendacity?like father like son—it ranin the family tree—big daddywas all roots and branchesof the twisted american treemendacity makes all of us—monsters for the male id at least that’s the way it wasin the baptist basement…bad boyz—and bad seed!!!sex wasn’t safe—in the ‘50ssteve mcqueen’s—the blog!!!convict love—in cold blood!!!zillah—down in the vineyardscolumbia river—slithering closeeven when he got older—hisvaricose veins—turned me on
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