The living room
is blaring
with the clamor
of Saturday morning
cartoons.
I’m hunched
on the couch
gorging myself
with Froot Loops
while my brother
is in the corner
working over
grandma’s poodle
with his latest
Ninja Turtle
techniques.
“I can’t believe
John Denver is dead,”
Grandma sobs
as she performs
her slow-motion rendition
of the Mime-Christ,
head cocked sideways,
palms extended
to the sky
in mock crucifixion.
Grandpa sinks deeper
into his armchair
& knocks back
another shot
of vodka
as he strains
to stay focused
on the TV.
Brian Fugett is a member of the slacker, fast food generation that has been branded with an “X”. He sits in his pad all day consuming more oxygen than he’s worth. He’s been doing it for 47 years now & has become quite efficient at it. Some day he hopes to be president of the “International Society of Incontinent Gum Swallowers”, a support group for people who compulsively swallow gum & piss themselves.Until that day arrives, he occupies his time with writing, photography, boozing, tail-chasing and occasional pugilism.
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