Conspiracy Theory

Conspiracy Theory

Conspiracy Theory

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April 9 1998 3:30 AM

Conspiracy Theory

Conspiracy Theory


By Lynne McMahon

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(posted Wednesday, April 8)

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Some local jokester with an education

must have chopped the street sign

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no one's yet repaired, Nth Circle,

it reads in full, pointing to a pointless hell,

half-circle cul-de-sac endlessly turning

around and back. Too easy

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to read in the drought-blasted shrubbery

and blistered gutters neighborhood decline,

but that the city or mailmen don't seem

to mind the new address

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so arrests imagination that we slow down

each time to see what new old instructions

there might be to commend to us

the narrow way. Yesterday the Popsicle truck

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--I'm not making this up--jettisoned

in the middle of the street

a plastic sheet of smoking ice

in which, if you squinted, you could just make out

two rods, or legs, or haunches coming out.