vignette / sleds, ice picks, and murder incorporated
there are those who remember
the names of the snow sleds of their youth.
Charles Foster Kane did. ("Rosebud")
I know because I saw the movie.
fatso Dominic DeCarlo did, too.
and I know because I heard him
tell his buddies at the "Marconi Club".
I forget the sled's name, but it wasn't a knockout.
I was a “bar boy” at the time schlepping ice
from the basement which I had to stab repeatedly
with an icepick given to me by Octavio Cippolini.
I was lucky when "Nicky" Nasone was behind the bar
because he liked the ice in manageable big chunks.
still, I made a pretty good icepick kid.
Frank Nitti would’ve hired me in a minute.
(lesson one: "anatomy of the neck")
I worked Saturday mornings after confession,
in which the recounting of my venial sins
were perfected, and exaggerated for effect.
one day, “Tony” Scelsi's sled was stolen,
(a nifty "Speedway") from behind the bocci lanes,
and the fat DeCarlo twins tracked it down, and slapped
the little runt around who nabbed it.
the kid's oldman just stood there like a shivering plank,
while Dominic pointed a severe index finger to his face
without the necessity of a verbal threat.
old "Ray" Pariese, who fashioned himself as the "Godfather
of Columbus Park", told my father of this who in no-uncertain-terms,
told me to get my sled from the backyard right now, and put it in the entry.
the command was instructive, and he didn't have to give it twice.
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