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Manny Aquinas taught catechism classes

in the basement of the Holy Rosary Church. 

he lived on County street where the bus stops
before circling its way around again.

Antoine Sebastien, well, he was killed

just around the corner over there ––

and one of the Anthony's, the one from Padua,
he lived down on Bedford street across from
Ventura Drugs and once, at his parish festa,
found my lost car keys.

on the road, the other Anthony stayed at the Desert Inn;

the old one on Rodman street before the fire.
later, we'll go down to the river, where

on the hour every hour,

Bernadette’s bush is trimmed by fanatics
making ready for the broken-limbed and broken-hearted

and back there, at the banks of the Quequechan River,
Giovani Christopher, poor bastard, was disenfranchised;
snap! just like that.

never knew what hit him.

speaking of planets, Pluto’s a goner,

too small to defend itself, has no moons

to grieve over its demise and hung far beyond

even the remotest section of the extended neighborhood.

Nick the Baptist said:
"let's wash away the sins of the world"–– but he's crazy.

you can see it in his eyes;

red eyes from the water’s minerals.

and priest, well, he said: “god said: go forth and multiply”

and suddenly, there I was.

now I’m old and grey.

my hair’s grey, too.
so's the whites of my eyes.

but I have three stampings left on my new card

and it’s another free carwash at "Vic’s Automatic" just off the Avenue.