Yasure ya got enuf dar Sport
he spoke unerringly into the open
eye of my revolver
Im pretty sure
I shot him in the forehead
his head bucked back and
whiplashed forward throwing him onto all fours
the muscles
went out of his neck
his head slung down
I fired another shot into the
base of his skull
imaging the bullet
winding its way spinning gobs and
synapses like abandoned spiderwebs to the bridge of his nose
madly
stirring the pot
his elbows bent
trembled
then let out
he rocked back onto his haunches
and forearms
his breathing hoarse labored
I was sticking around
anxious
for his pilotlight to go cold
a slick whistle a sputter accompanying
his gurgling
and with that music in my ears I found myself fascinated by the neat
oozing hole in the back of his head
a thin spittle of blood and brain fluid slipping onto his neck descending into his cropped hairline
it wicked spreading unevenly
weighted
to his left
his arm sprawled furthur ahead
his
body listing
sputter
Jesus he was taking his time dying
his body shuddered
I thought Id witness the
stain of his evacuated bowels and bladder to follow
No
nothing
not yet
shudder
shudder . . .
a deep growl from inside his
throat
grooowl haw
haw hu
haw
I moved out from behind him and
saw the puddle of blood under his head tremble at his exhalations
hu
haw
then
into its sticky center a dark congealed gob
fell
and another
haw
then a metallic gob and a
faint sound of weight penetrated the pool
shudder
but
this shudder moved his head
behind him again I noticed the wicking had staunched an oblong disfigured Rorschach
and at the neat hole
a
bubble
then drool
then another bubble darker
reflective
drool
another bubble as if aspirating
seated
in copper
a groan
then this bubble broke
it
emitted a smashed mushroomed
bullet
it laid momentarily on his neck broke its sticky binds then fell aside
onto the
linoleum floor
he pushed up his
arms straightening
he shook his head
then from the guttural occasion of groans came unmistakably
a coarse laugh
then violent
laughter
under those spasm
he squatted back to his
haunches
then
gruesomely aware I was behind him he craned his neck and took me out of the
corner of his eye
Not
enuf Sport Not ner enuf
very early
afternoon, Labor Day, Monday, 7 9.
15
1457, Twosday,
8 9. 15
