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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Poem-A-Day: David Trinidad, Peyton Place: A Haiku Soap Opera [excerpt]

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July 25, 2012

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    Peyton Place: A Haiku Soap Opera [excerpt]
    by David Trinidad

    348

    Just when you think you
    can trust someone, they turn out
    to be the Bad Seed.

    349

    I do not know which
    to prefer: Shakespeare quote or
    pillow fight after.

    350

    Stuffed bird and weirdo
    behind desk—is Jack checking
    into Bates Motel?

    351

    Rachel kidnaps the
    baby, yes, but in preview
    Betty and Rod kiss.

    352

    Something I learned long
    ago, Connie: never turn
    down a sedative.

    353

    Two policemen shoot
    at and chase Chandler. All three
    of them run like girls.

    354

    Leigh will one day win
    Emmy, but not for losing
    her mind on this show.

    355

    Here's Gena Rowlands,
    Mrs. John Cassavetes,
    much-needed fresh blood.

    356

    Relax, Rita won't
    croak. Her weak heart will tick till
    this soap gets canceled.

    357

    Jack escapes from jail
    and takes off to do guest spots
    on TV Westerns.

    358

    Whack! Nothing ends an
    episode better than a
    good slap in the face.

    359

    And nothing starts an
    episode better than a
    repeat of that slap.

    360

    "Again" (Fox standard)
    is always playing at the
    Colonial Inn.

    361

    Step right up, folks, and
    witness Rod's imitation
    of a barking seal.

    362

    This is just to say
    Elliot ate an apple—
    Golden Delicious.

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