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Endless Capture


It began small. They talked off a fleabag hotel's night clerk

for a few hundred bucks. Talked faster to out the hard earned

bucks of working gulls. They sought bigger better cons, stepping

stones to a rose and eucalyptus ground above the wash of blame.

They swept the counter clean and spilled a terrible pleasure into

what had been so very hungry. Then debonair they made the rounds

of high toupee and bright station. This paunchy, bald wheeler

dealer's fine defects charmed the nation's money men, buyers

epilepted on their campaign, but when the files hit the open air

managers emerged from departments on fire as they scrambled from

the unpaid ruins of their con empire. Once captured, our stars,

voice breaking in front of 13 cameras, had a message to preach,

if they could reach just one person's prayers. Turn on a light to

watch the roaches walk to reach a side door beyond the crowd.



[Originally published in NHS 1998, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs98/ruggia.html.]