Untitled 09/28/22

Tide.

Slide.

Open wide.

Homejob hems on action slacks.

"Errbody doing the Clickety Clack.

"That was a dance in the seventies, now!"

Cars approach the man, who by now is performing jumping jacks

in the middle

of the street,

as motorists honk and swear.

"Move your shit, old man," says the woman

in the lead car,

tapping her front bumper against the

man's cart.

On cue, the man staggers and crumples,

as if shot.

He lies in the crosswalk, a jigsaw for the cops to put together,

to figure out.

"He played the only hand he had."