Movers and Shakers–A Chapbook By Joel Peckham

Movers and Shakers is the New Chapbook By Joel Peckham, available through Pudding House Press.


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from Movers and Shakers:

God’s Bicycle


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

love you.”

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