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| ***BIO*** Ralph-Michael Chiaia--aka RMC, aka Parliament/Ralphadelic, aka the Scruff Daddy, then changed to the In the Buff Daddy (recently changed to Pea Diddy, then Brie Diddy), with his sidekick the Notorious P.O.P.E live on MTV, that'll do: back to the spiel--is a surrealist and realist writer. He has been compared to Italo Calvino, Julio Cortazar, the Yeti, and The Notorious BIG. Check him at his blog: http://rmchiaia.typepad.com or at http://litchaos.com/rmc.html where he is an editor. |
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| Anatomy of a telephone |
| by Ralph-Michael Chiaia |
| You think that you have a good grip these days
Then the phone rings Your girlfriend is laughing, smiling You hear a male voice coming from some holes beside her ear Sound transformed into electrical impulses Sent via wires, via satellite, received and then infuriating So you walk ahead There are two old men with five different plaids between them Even a hat one man wears is plaid Matching plaids is harder than matching paisleys She smiles at this; you didn't realize you were speaking out loud Unbeknownst to you you're trying to get her attention She wears a baseball cap, a thin jacket over a t-shirt, jeans, And a scarf which is wrapped and re-wrapped and wrapped again She has hung up now. You say, that's really twisted, pointing At her neck. She laughs now. Snuggles against you a moment Like a cat in a garbage can, like a mosquito into a light Then is gone, paying for a ticket. She blows you a kiss. |
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| Nov. 2005 |
| 52 |