Dude Looks Like a Lady (1993)

1.

 
MRS DOUBTFIRE WAS  the second biggest grosser film of
1993 only behind raptors with rage  in the park and originally the iflm was

going to be shot in Chicago  However,  two new television shows
the production  team eventually went with San Francisco.

Nominated for most offensive use of    transgender studies

&

Least supported sexual transvestitism in a homo  phobic horrorfilm Here’s the keys
Sally Field tells me not noticing I’m her penis husbando.

Don’t get up. I want her to tie you  up , my daughter says,
In the midst of playing cowboys and baristas.

Okay.
You know, if he comes any closer

I might be able to get that gun, my son playing
the cowboy says to me.

Don’t get any ideas.
I’m not.

I nearly killed a guard escaping from prison in Montana.  Then I took his white Volkswagen Karmann Ghia.

To pass the time I wrote the dates of all the great sushi
meals I enjoyed on the side of the car.

I ordered sushi for the first time as a free man
exactly sixmonths after my mother’s death.   She was killed a day before Halloween.   Then I took

a man’s wallet from a Derby show on 2    March. Then I ran into you. Now you are all tied    up in the wilderness of my mercy.

 
 
 
My son put on a brave front: I’m a Cowboy okay,  I don’t want any trouble barista. This is my friend Mrs.    Doubtfire, we’re trying to get home.

My daughter pushed down her foot over my back: Last Christmass I gave you my heart but the very next    day you gave it away in that epasode last week on    thenews about me, the police

were wondering how I could see in    the dark. They did not openly state this,  but implied this by saying    my eyes sailed brilliantly and I could  see silowets on the horizon.

You have untill next fall to dig yourself out of this situation before you go-   go freeze to death. If you take me dancing tonight the coffees are on me.

Though a bonafide commercial hit    with families and lonely seniors many never saw the flimsy morality   play that hung noose-like  around the plots central insanity character.

Sure, MRS DOUBTFIRE WAS    the second biggest grosser film
of  1993 only behind raptors with rage

 in the park and originally
the film was    going to be shot in Chicago then the    production

team eventually went with  San Francisco yet
if one studies the pain and manipulation   theories not so invisible in the final product

one can’t help but  fathom the moral bankruptcy
coded within each miserable frame.

 
2.

This is the Zodiac speaking. In a deleted scene  you may have never witnessed, I would like to clarify some information you all have wrong

On the 4th of July    I did not open the car door.
The window was    rolled down all ready. I could barely

 make out the activities from inside of Kinkos,  but I dist  inctly recall the boy (he must have been 14 or so)   was origIonaly

sitting in the front seat when I began    printing out my resume
across the street at Kinkos    double parked on Bloor Street just

east of Brunswick.
The boy wore a light blue tshirt and drank

grape   soda (I later found it half-full
on the passenger’s seat)   while fiddling with the FM radio.

 
After failing to remove the worthless stereo,  he then moved  into the backseat,    took all my groceries and ran off.

When I hung the payphone  up the damn thing began to
ring & that drew attention to me +

my car momentarily   suspending my vocatIonal momentum.
After printing my resume I faxed my resume to    the employm

ent agency in hopes of reuniting with    my estranged family by
perverse measure.

 
3.

 
After my makeover the tension was set.
Would my wife SALLY FIELDS   recognize

me as a distorted, fattened, feminized stranger   charged with taking
care of her children while she finds my   replacement in the real world?

We won least supported sexual transvestitism  My son yells at my daughter, still in character:  Please come back, we gave you everything we had!

It will be okay, I tell my son, looking at him through  my warlock-approved bifoculs, my false teeth feeling   like a splint lodged stiff

against my mouth bone.

I just hope my wife is not out on a date with    the future James Bond.

Nathaniel G. Moore is a Toronto author and editor. He is the author of Let’s Pretend We Never Met and Wrong Bar. He just completed a book of poetry called This Is The Zodiac Speaking.

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