thiswasntcomfortable

he had imagined some pretty  tenuous   ridiculous stuff

but seemed  all ways  to be able to throw his thumb up over his shoulder suggesting it was the Mickey Mouse
behind him on his a knee tying his loose shoelace who was responsible for the shit that hit the fan

historically  some shit he was responsible for and keenly avoided being fingered for still clung in places unfound

dried rock hard  

on hot days you could smell it  

and scores of people who sat down  took five or a load off  after a bit began sniffing the air asking Whats that smell

him saying I dont smell anything and they would lean over deeply to inspect their shoes and see if they hadnt stepped in dogshit on their way in

because if it wasnt the Mickey Mouse bent over tying his shoe it could always fall to the unsuspecting mutt panting
in the corner  innocently

there was no telling the number of the innocents who had taken the fall as if they were conceived expressly to take it

Christ they fell hard

                                  too informed by their innocence to recognise that innocence wasnt a state of Grace but rather
the uncanny ability to look forward see what was coming and step aside letting it pass unchecked smoking Lil Boy Blue or Pretty Polly whose heads may have been down unconvinced that this was a Game of Last Man Standing unalert or perhaps a tad too vain believing for one reason or another they walked above the common fray

their feet treading  soft  blue  air

no Mickey Mouse Lil Boy Blue or Polly Purebreed

                                                                                  he was trying his damnedest to figure out where he choked
when he dropped the ball fucked up trying to wave his confusion off samehanded as when he threw his thumb up over his shoulder

    

he understood  got  the premise of blowback

though he may have glossed over took it for granted that it wouldnt catch up with him until he was too old to outrun it
or duck

blowback is blowback is blowback

dried rock hard

he stared up into his chubby red Everlast boxing gloves attached to his chubby yellow latex balloon arms

he laid flat on his chubby back

his knees up 

                      his feet spread apart more than his shoulders width to establish a sound foundation

not tottering or rocking

swaddled in tight bright blue trunks that he couldnt get a pinch of even if he wasnt fitted with gloves

the reason he stared up was because he knew what was coming

one wasnt turned into an impossibly fat cartoon character without recognising of his comeuppance

he couldnt preclude it even if he had three wishes from a Genii in a bottle  even a drunken Genii found at the bottom of
a bottle of rye

NO  evidently he was going to get as good as he gave

his left trembled

his right answered

a bit of electricity between them

he wondered if they were going to take turns or mob him at once

he wondered if his head would be punched into a cartoonish SPLAT! like a broken water balloon and ooze around on the floor only to congeal and reassemble itself again or if it would bobble like a Bozo clown punching bag  red nose and all  BEEP!

            his wondering flickered and was ceased by a vicious left uppercut and a straight right  OH ROCK MY WORLD!

he didnt see it but a wooden bucket complete with a knot toddled off a three-legged stool and doused him with

a percolating blue brick of water in the shape of the bucketSPLASH!

he regained consciousness coughing  gasping    sputtering

then both gloves inarticulately pummeled his face at once like fat sloppy kids holding hands and jumping up and down and up and down on a trampoline in super sped-up time

light and dark shuddered in his eyes as by a frenetic strobe machine

his flinches having flinches having flinches

and inside his head a silent black and white reel of this flickered on his huge cinematic screen while someones silhouette was thrown against it to cries from the gallery Sit Down Dummy! Youre in the Way! and the musicians
in the orchestra pit before the stage couldnt play their instruments for laughing and making raucous catcalls

NO

        thiswasntcomfortableatall

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