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Historical Insignifcance<br />
Garrett Clancy<br />
lAM: unemployed once more , 4<br />
th<br />
time in past year, which is 100%<br />
tell-me-somethin'-I-don't know info<br />
as<br />
I AM: an L.A.-cliche, AKA failed<br />
TV writer, with lone 6-years-in-past<br />
credit, but 2-day is 2-day and<br />
I AM: on Zuma sands, sweating<br />
ass in yellow plastic chair.<br />
I AM: sans sunblock yet again,<br />
I'M: still on Prozac, AND<br />
I'M: reading something calculated<br />
to make me more attractive to some<br />
Baywatch beauty-type, though she'd<br />
need a degree in contemporary Lit or<br />
else won't recognize name of author<br />
of same Grove Press tome, which I<br />
hold, but don't read really- a ploy, as<br />
I say, to gain the interest of some<br />
boobs and brain dream-combo and<br />
NOT the fully-dressed man with the<br />
John Brown-wild, granite-colored<br />
hair and beard, who, as he stands<br />
like darkened dew-fat cloud between<br />
yours truly and the warm-as-raisin<br />
toast sun, is fucking with my George<br />
Hamilton, and who claims<br />
1<br />
I am your biological father<br />
and who has tracked me here to this<br />
spot, he further elaborates, after hav<br />
ing received tip from faux-Jamaican<br />
accented mama answering the tele<br />
phone at 1-900 psychic thinggy - but<br />
he could just as easily have found<br />
my# & my address after B.S.-ing<br />
some nosey neighbor, Crazy Kelly no<br />
doubt, she with aged tattoo of weep<br />
ing Jesus on Pillsbury-Doughboy<br />
white left ass cheek, latter and its<br />
twin in serious need of Thigh-Master<br />
action to point that Jesus, when Kelly<br />
sashays in satiny G-string bikini bot<br />
tom after leaving my apartment<br />
door, disappointed yet again, shim<br />
mer-moves and appears to be face<br />
from LSD flashback (Vermont, 1979,<br />
Neil Young plucking acoustic guitar<br />
in converted cow pasture, and me<br />
speaking aloud to any funhouse-mir<br />
ror-faced fellow concert-goer nearby<br />
in fluent German, I think, having<br />
never studied same) all wavy'n shit<br />
and Kelly always slapping at same