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from Movers and Shakers:
God’s peddling a bicycle down
highway 32, traveling west towards
Cincinnati against traffic. (of course)
The bicycle is red—one of the sit-down,
layback types with three wheels and
a basket on the front filled with groceries:
local eggs, milk, cheese, some bacon.
(He hasn’t been Kosher in years). A Bengals
Pennant blows from the back (Who
Knew?!) He looks much like you’d expect
—a fat, elderly, white guy with a soot-stained
beard, and the slightly crazed and haggard look
of the father of many (many) children when
they children figure out he loves them
and that really, there is little he can do–
a time-out here. A spanking there.
Even if the burning pit is real, he will not
drop them. So they fight and bicker
pull at his ears, laugh at shouts and idle
threats, beat the dog, masturbate on
the toilet, in the closet, in the basement,
on his favorite couch when he’s a work
and leave the stains for him to clean.
Saying, I know what you’ve been up to
I’m everywhere does nothing (since
the puritans) but make them exhibitionists
or hypocrites, at best, voyeurs. And what
did all that watching do to him at last
but make his eyes sore. So he leans back
in his pajama pants and flannels, peddling
his bicycle. His chin raised skyward so
he can’t see into the windows, can’t
meet the hungry stares and it is
a miracle how he avoids collisions
(mostly) and keeps the world in orbit.
There is enough to do (Get out
of the way you crazy old), switching
gears from high to low, muttering,
as he goes. “I love you all I love
you I love you I love you all I