Dicky

The Moon . . . . . . . . . . .A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. . . . . . . . . .In 206 a dog sleeps by the stove where a small gas leak causes him to have visions; visions that are rooted in nothing but gas. . . . . . . . . . .Next door, a man who has decided to buy a car part by part excitedly unpacks a wheel and an ashtray. . . . . . . . . . .He arranges them every which way. It’s really beginning to take shape. . . . . . . . . . . .Out the garage window he sees a group of ugly children enter the forest. Their mouths look like coin slots. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .A neighbor plays keyboards in a local cover band. Preparing for an engagement at the high school prom, . . . . . . . . . . .they pack their equipment in silence. . . . . . . . . . . . .Last night they played the Police Academy Ball and all the officers slow-danced with target range silhouettes. . . . . . . . . . . .This year the theme for the prom is the Tetragrammaton. . . . . . . . . . . . .A yellow Corsair sails through the disco parking lot and swaying palms presage the lot of young libertines. . . . . . . . . . . .Inside the car a young lady wears a corsage of bullet-sized rodents. Her date, the handsome cornerback, stretches his talons over the molded steering wheel. . . . . . . . . . . .They park and walk into the lush starlit gardens behind the disco just as the band is striking up. . . . . . . . . . . .Their keen eyes and ears twitch. The other couples look beautiful tonight. They stroll around listening to the brilliant conversation. The passionate speeches. . . . . . . . . . . . .Clouds drift across the silverware. There is red larkspur, blue gum, and ivy. A boy kneels before his date. . . . . . . . . . . .And the moon, I forgot to mention the moon.