THY BENZ
THY BENZ
fuck really
whadhe make of that
THY BENZ on a license plate
on a silver 4-door sedan
he didnt make the model he wasnt
inclined to pay attention to Benzs their insignas were sufficient to inspire
his distastelike a loogie stuck in his mouth until he could courteously spit
the couple were walking up on it
after they came out of a Rite-Aid maybe
Viagra maybe a douche
ladies first
she looked like a hooker unsavory
although being blonde didnt help her case in his eyes
the man looked a skeaze the kind who
would enjoy a cheap hooker
that said
she was probably his wifehe often mistook women feted by fat men
she was probably his wifehe often mistook women feted by fat men
then he supposed that to have the whole of it he ought to
admit they were white
THY BENZ
whad he make of that
eyesore
they rolled out of the parking
lot took a suddenleft forcing oncoming traffic to brake then streakedright
across traffic lanes without a directional to make the El Camino Car Wash on
the west side of the street manned by a slew of smallish Mexicans
Wash THY BENZ
Wash THY BENZ
it was a rural town
THY could go places
34 churches servicing a population
of 20000 thereabout(do the math)
within a stones throw of his place if he could throw like he once did were four churches
there wasnt a synagogue or
temple
the town wasnt either loquacious
or intellectual
God was bleached-whiteMake no
mistake
Christ shimmered even whiter
not that he was offended or affected
you have to be believe to be either
THY BENZ
possessed by a fat middle-aged man
a made-up hooker her mouth smeared with bright red lipstick
THY BENZ
God bestowed the fat man might say
he reminded him of a kid from
high school Russ whose daddy gave him a bright yellow Olds 442 black-stripe
accents and a gas creditcard on his sixteenth birthday
a lot of the girls wanted a ride
from Russ
the lot he wouldnt have considered
asking out even prior
it was this kind of shit that
kept him yearning for every new day because he knew somehow hed see something
that would belie hed seen it all or there was nothing new in the world
it was this kind of shit he
relished impeccably
1303, Saturday,
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