Where is the woman who dines each night in the company of a chimp and a couple of gazelles?
Where is the artist who experiments with throwing paint cans at moving cars?
Where are the children who design backyard stages for productions of Titanic?
Where are the herds of demons summoned by the river valley wizard?
Where is that couple who makes their house out of glass?
Where is that lady who stands at the corner passing out the feet of old crows?
Where is that team of gothic devotees who constructed their own language to better be misunderstood?
Where is that wacko who created their own radio station to announce the astronomical dooms of the near and dear future?
Where is the nut-case who collects garbage from the river and designs gross, smelly statues for brand new condos?
Where is the man with 100 unaccounted for dogs who roams in mill creek in the mid-evening, searching for signs of his long lost child?
Where is the queen with the cafe of kooks who dance to rough rap and explore the extent of bodily pleasures?
Where is the psycho who cooks stews with little lamb blood?
There is that house on University Ave with the grand wooden star,
And that woman who hoarded 500 rabbits deep in the southwest*
And that guy who flew a plane under the high level bridge as a gesture of his love to his fiance.
Maybe I’m not looking in the right places.
Maybe they’re out of sight!
But I would love to see a few more oddities,
For eccentrics make life a delight.
Perhaps I should fill the roll
And make my peculiarity more strange
I can think of 100 things I could try,
Though true eccentricism is never arranged.
There are too many places that look plain
Too many people who keep their bizzarities shut in
I want to see all the craziest crazies!
And see how their days have been.
By Sarah C Louise
*http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2012/06/11/edmonton-rabbit-hoarder_n_1587902.html
Sarah C Louise 