September 23, 1993: They tore up the street where my bus turned and I missed it

Thirty years ago today

 

            On Thursday I discovered that they'd torn up Williamson Road at the top of Wineva, so the Main bus was rerouted without warning from turning down my street. That meant that the stop where I usually waited was out of service and so I missed my bus and was half an hour late to work at the Avondale Alternative Secondary School. After work Diane Pugen gave me some more bookings. I went to Yonge south of Bloor and shopped for porn magazines before going home. I went to sleep for a while and woke up later than I'd planned so I was a little late to pose at Artists 25. After work I went to Mudds cabaret but I was the only one who read on the open stage. I sang one song and passed the Alphabet Orgy group poem around: 

Long live the caterpillar regime 

the chiropractic monkey queen

back inching back reverse the tree-root dream

changing in time nothing the same

perhaps though later someone or something would show

I'm an alligator placing lace on a silver platter

he shouted loud that he had failed

You can't help but associate

(Read next line in a baby's voice) 

Turtles can fly yes they can 

and a stranger on a stranger Thursday 

way past midnight's stroke 

oh her charm and her costumes 

her finesse in the slipstream 

I guess that's convenient 

We needed a motel and I wanted a change 

of atmosphere a new hand of cards 

through imagination's realms

of flat-faced smiling people 

swearing "Nik nik nik mowoooh ecky ecky ecky

liaise mon cul espere de lingue!" 

and no one will really notice

the track marks etched deep in your skin 

and your friends crying in wondering why 

what that smile upon your face 

You then sit back and understand

the pictures patterns and experiences 

because when you die you're just worm food anyway 

Read "The Confessions" no preconceptions or judgements 

Verbal same shit different fuckin' day 

and the one who wonders waits

but the one who waits never really wonders 

why he waits for wonders 

and children scatter drop like flies 

You say we grow up too soon

Bull

The holier than thou attitudes

of the insecure and weak disgusts me 

Vladimir wants to know where Erzsbeth is and vice versa

Okay cut the crap

Let's take your mom's car 

I know a place forty miles or so.