the Skipper had sage advice
for Gilligan,
as i have wise thoughts
to share with Curly:
you may have died,
but death can't stymie
ridiculousness.
as the anchor slips
through shallow waters,
we gather new scripts
based on old ideas,
modern as always,
locked into an eternal
struggle between
God and The Professor.
coconuts and striped
cabanas, Curly making
sand circles with his
body, this extended
mayhem endures,
not only for the
cameras, but up here
as well,
in the attic, silent,
stuffy, quiet.
shh...here comes
Ginger.
8.17.12
