Dec 27, 2011

The Author as Man Who Watches the Funeral Procession of Cocooned Bodies from His Second Story Apartment Window in Killer Klowns from Outer Space

Written by Keith Montesano

Read by Carolyn Guinzio

— after the film by Stephen Chiodo

Reports on the radio & news stories: nothing we believed,
& weeks since I saw you, your plane then on its flight across
the country, when we said next time those weeks would
never pass. They were horrific & walked slowly down our street,
& still I thought: some prank, before their guns spit webs
of pink & bodies turned to cocoons, before the man bolted
& didn’t make it alive, lifeless & bouncing near the truck
that sped away, before I wanted to scream for them
to find you, since I knew then I could not be saved. But I waited
in the dark, my face hidden in the black, & watched
as they vacuumed & collected, piles & piles on rainbow sleds,
& listened for a knock, feet busting down the door.
But nothing came. I was there for hours, fell asleep until dawn —
party streamers & confetti still littering the streets.

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