it groped him
it felt him up roughly with coarse filthy
hands
it really got under his skin and irritated
him like hives
stuck stickly in his craw
that creeping pet peeve(and everyone has theirs)
that creeping pet peeve(and everyone has theirs)
Clever pet peeve: pet pee-ve
. .
NAH it wasnt it
was shit pet shit! spoiling in the sun a visceral
chain and clot of blackened dog shit on the sidewalk beside the street
somehow some people didnt see it and
failed to go around it
they crushed it crackled it
underfoot under their shiny leather soles gummed shoes or their ultra-lightweight
waffled-bottomed gym shoes
if baked turds were hard enough
they crumbled
if they werent they broke and smeared
and laid tracks fingering the poor fucks way as they turned and dragging their
foot they tried to scrape off the stinking nastiness
the violation wasnt the dogs they
did what theyre was born to do
it fell to their miserable owners
or dogwalkers who seemed too lazy to care
he learned through his recent
debilitation -- his internalised Ill-fuck-you-up storm -- that he was very much now
like the first archetypal chimp who finally used a tool to extend its
intentions and growing abilities those things that everyone takes for granted until
theyre plucked from them and theyre required to employ thoughtful deliberation and
make solutions
now he was opening cupboard
drawers with levers opening the dryer door popping it with the tongue of a
screwdriver wedged against its boxed chassis unable to bend over his knees too
stiff he used kitchen tongs to set the cats bowl down so he could eat and also retrieved
small cans and bottles from pantry shelves and dressers and chest
he learned to adapt
you do because you must
or you let dog shit
lay on the sidewalk ignore it because no one saw it was your dog that shit
to be irresponsible or inculpable
if no one saw is easy
almost funny if you think about
it
you got away with something Hurray!
his pet peeve-shits were like
bombs waiting to go off
and utterly useless
utterly useless until suddenly they arent
until this afternoon
by the afternoon more than twelve
hours after he was wakened by pain his body loosened up
it helped that the sun was white
hot
the oils inside him warmed
his pet peeve-shit laid at his
toes
recovered sufficiently he was able to taunt and
provoke the pickup truck driver who at first seemed resigned only to
unfurl his long blueskin tatted arm and at its end his knobby fist his finger
extended his mute Fuck You! countering his screamed Fuck You Whitey which he
directed at him because the driver was flying a large Confederate
Flag from the trucks bed
the driver u-turned midblock and
came back down the street in the lane nearest him
evidently it didnt satisfy his
ego enough to just flip him off he honked the trucks horn as
he came onto the irate pedestrian
what the driver didnt see was
that under the lip of a hedge to his left there was a length of folded waxed
cardboard its longedge honed with packing tape and rendered basically into a combined tool a trowel and atlatl which would help accentuate hurtling his pet peeve-shit laying before his feet
in almost a singular movement he swept up the blackened dog turds turned his back to the trucks approach and turned
quickly around(fuck the pain)blind slinging the awful offal at the pickup
Splendid!
Grace!
it spattered its cowl windshield gobs
entered through the open passengers window and speckled the distended length and crossboned stripes and stars of
Johnny Reb
in a pigs eye he honored his Familys
ancestry heritage bloodline
there was at long last a smell to match
the murderous Racism and Contempt of a Civil War lost one hundred and fifty years earlier and if they thought their bitch was legit and
distinguished because they finished Second in the War they might consider Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan
also finished Second
1639, Friday, 24 6. 16
1052, Saturday, 25 6. 16
