Poem: The Fonz Flying Over Those Barrels in Milwaukee, WI

The fonz flying over those barrels in milwaukee, wi

By J. Reich
QuailBellMagazine.com

We had some
fleshed-out
stick figure
tippy-toe
cross the tippy-top
of The Twin Towers
of The World Trade Center

couple decades ago & remember
that smudged newsprint picture
in the paper on our breakfast table
way back there in the nineteen-seventies
like it was just yesterday high up there
in the smog & pollution of my hometown 
of New York City as a holy wide-eyed
mischievous kid with mad soul & spirit 
(N.Y. Times to be more exact–“All
The News That’s Fit To Print”) with this
idiot madman #2 son trapeze artist thought
holy shit that’s complete craziness someone
who just appeared to have way too much time
on his hands & had the nerve & balls to do it.
Couple decades later had fanatics fly planes
into it & strangely enough having become
so damaged over the ages was able to
actually believe it & really not able to
comprehend it until like some long-lost 
profound psychological trigger about ten
years later suddenly hit me intuitively out
of nowhere having been there & a native
New Yorker ironically weeping in a newspaper
truck while delivering papers at dawn in some
god awful godforsaken suburb; Just recently
had this daredevil dude (think they said was
the seventh generation of one of those Flying 
Wallendas) tightrope the drip-drop sandcastle
geological formations of The Grand Canyon 
right over that beautiful expanse of the Colorado
River & remember I think somewhere around
the mid-seventies that madman Evel Knievel
in red white & blue bicentennial uniform
flying over it on his motorcycle, not sure
if he made it or not (was actually irrelevant
as everything when it comes down to it really is)
like the fearless Fonz flying over all those barrels of
gas? Beer? Also queerly inconsequential in the fictional
suburbs of Milwaukee, Wisconsin & stopped him
freeze-frame suspended in mid-air until we had
to wait the impulsive, little creatures we were 
for the next episode literally like a week later
same bat time same bat channel. We’ve had
several people out of desperation probably
for pretty damn good reason take their lives
jumping off The Brooklyn Bridge & Golden
Gate Bridge & had the first quote on quote
American finally traverse the pockmarked
face of the moon after a ragged & wasted
clothesline string of assassinations & then
make some grand fantastic humble histrionic
confession somewhere way up there out there
in the competitive constellations. These days
we appear to have a whole population of kids
& singles & idiot housewives & landscapers
looking all self-important addicted dedicated
delusional & codependent on their cellphones 
& contraptions so I don't know in my opinion
we still just have not quite managed to capture 
or find that little slice of Heaven secret magical
potion & solution to ever get happy or contented
kind of like ever finding the cure for the common
cold if you kind of somehow get what I’m talking

Would have loved to have met that guy who
got inspired to write that blues song Blue Moon…

#Unreal #Poetry #TheFonz #DelusionalCodependence #NewYork #HappyDays
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