Inianapolis

Inianapolis Iniana                                                                                                                 

nothing more to do than shake your head or shrug your shoulders

hed managed the city three times in his life                                                                                     the entire state but a couple times more                                                                            

passing through it back and forth on his way to and from Miami

his first time visit was more a lark than a plan                                                                         

his buddy David liberated his old mans car                                                                               

“. . . help me with gas man . . . Im sick of my old mans shit”                                         

to be fair  his old man underestimated his kid                                                                              

he lacked the foresight hed lift his keys to get the hell out of Dodge

Dodge  however  extracted a pretty steep sticker price                                                  

to be paid in full                                                   

on return

                                                                                                                

theyd no sooner pulled up to the curb at the side of Davids house                                              

lit by the scattered arc of a streetlight through the elm trees                                         

they walked through the white picket fence gate and began up the backstairs 

when his old man emerged  enraged  shot through the screen door                                                

landing a tremendous right on his kids temple                                                                                                                  

David crumpled unconscious and fell backwards into his astonished arms            

as he managed to lay David in the grass his old man stood over him shrieking

                                                        YOU FUCKIN PUNKS GOT TO LEARN YOUR LESSON!      

                                                     -  as if this stumblebum was gonna teach him anything  -

a boozy smell enveloped him

                                                                                                     YOU WANT SOME TOO?

                                                  

No sir  You best get David inside before I call the police

in the half-light behind the patched screen Davids mother cowered

he left the old man snorting over his unconscious son

he never called the cops

mid-week David returned to school                                                                                            

he downplayed the attack “I just wanted out of Dodge  Should have asked for the keys" 

                                                

and then laughed that he was a better point man than Vonnegut                                               

he was able to scout out his childhood home from afar while Vonneguts prowess led him 

only to capture  incarceration  the incineration of Dresden  and his utterly infamous experience                                                                                                    

4401 North Illinois Street was halfway around the World from Dresden   and those Americans 

who firebombed a civilian population                                                                                       

                                                               So it goes

    

and the very slim impetus of the trip was that they were huge fans of Vonnegut 

of his Pall Mall straights                                                                                         

and Ice-nine

*   *   *

numero deux was for the Indianapolis 500                                                                                      

to witness  -  as he was told it would be pivotal to his teen experience  -  open-wheel cars 
sped around and round and round an oval
                              

pivotal   until his interest waned

round and round is pretty fucking boring
                                                                                                   

then   he got his hands on half-a-bottle of whiskey

an inebriated clown had stood it between his heels before passing out  sitting upright                                                                            

and when he returned to his seat                                                                                                       
a long pale – who knew what its original color was - weathered plastic bench that bore 
his tickets letter-and-number stenciled onto it
                                                                                                                                       

                                                                       someone had arrived while he was gone 

a fabulously bosomed woman sitting directly behind him                                                           

as if fresh-from-Heaven Gawd dropped into his ear and whispered:  “Turn  Behold”

mother fuck

she looked him straight in the face  (he looked her straight in the tits):  “Goodness”  she said  “Arent you cute”

encouraged  he became really quite cute                                                                                           

he whipped his legs around on his bench  facing her  and thoroughly took in the blinding 
white fishnet top she wore
                                                                                                                                      

wearing nothing beneath it

“Would you care for a sip”

the guy who brought her                                                                                    
who sat beside her  
glared at him

buddy  he thought  youre really gonna have to do something more than just glare at me 
to turn me and my eyes around from this magnificent woman

buddy didnt

so emboldened  leaning forward  he tipped the bottle towards him and asked  “Care for a drink” 
and then something along the lines of  -  he couldnt remember exactly  -  he shouldnt be upset 
with him  after all  he brought her wearing what she was wearing 
 

when his pointed generosity was ignored
                                                                                  

he returned his attention and slightly drunken ardor back to her                                                                                                                       

and after several shared sips and talk he thanked her 

aside and profusely
           

for her evident generosity  “Are you a Double D cup?”

“Oh no darling boy  F cup”

“Ha F  They seem such beautiful happy happy cups”

“Yes”  she said as she look down onto them  then suddenly clutched them with her  hands and crowded and crowned them  shining  into the v-cut top
  

he gulped audibly  “Yup  Mighty happy girls”

her buddy hissed  sounding like a tire gone bad  abruptly stood  and bugged 
 

that throttled her 

she apologized  pushing the bottle back into his hands  “Sorry  I have to go”

buddy was already churning his way through the legs and feet and parcels packing the aisle

she began to stand

he stood quicker  leaning his knees onto his bench for leverage  offering his arm to help 
her and her and her to her feet                                                                                                                     

she tilted  bumped him in the face several times  and suddenly turning nearly swept herself 
off her feet
 

he grappled her by the hips  took several more slaps in the face  until she steadied

finally then  turned to leave  over her thin-strapped shoulder she took him in with one gorgeous green eye and said  “Aw baby if you were only a few years older”

“Jesus Christ  Wait  Dont spare the rod despoil the child”

                                                                                                     he was so clever

she laughed   laughed wistfully  and as she ebbed and disappeared into the milling thong 
of flesh and sun-kissed daubs of colored fabric

quietly   quietly      ever so quietly in his head   as his mouth silently concurred:

please   please. . stop      stop  please stop     come back  please

her stippling and hued aureole showing between the weave of her blouse was magic

he had traversed and become her anxious supplicant

reverently seeking to suckle at her bounty   they peering through her fishnet . . . 
   

suckle at their tanned crescents and curiosity and alert perkness
 

he fingered this ardor as Providence  and probably provided for by his six month weight 
of 29 pounds against a birth weight  just shy of seven                                                                  
and him casting aside an empty six-pak of wetnurses as he reached for another

         

                                                                                             her sly departing laughter 
was like music to him

even to-day  he could hear it in his ears

*   *   *

his Inianapolis trifecta came when he caught comedian Bill Hicks in 85                                      
who was someone who might have edified and done justice to his Indy experience    
had he known of it
                                                                 

some cat he met in a Chicago bar through an acquaintance was rolling the following 
afternoon to Indianapolis for the expressed purpose of catching Hicks act

he remembered him well                                                                                                       

Hicks wore a dark tweed cap pulled down over his head  as if to keep his brains from 
exploding all over the audience 

and behind him  a red brick wall  as if the St Valentines Day Massacre was begging recreation
maybe every comedian or performer felt that way before heading out onto stage  What if 
they dont like me

Hicks didnt strike him as one to worry that

if Hicks were to fall before a hail of gunfire                                                                               
he was supremely confident he would take more than his share of bastards with him

after all  Chevette jokes  Hicks had a bumper sticker on his: “Hinckley For Reagan”

Lifes a comedy club  -  if you cant take a joke  -  stay the fuck out

Hicks threw out hunks of red meat like a lionkeeper expecting toothed cats to snarl and 
fight over it   and spit

there was Keith Richards
 

his heroin addiction and blood transfusions 
 

if there were a nuclear war  -  “I saw the bright light man  I thought we were on stage”  -   
only cockroaches and Richards would survive

Hicks remarked he was 23: “ . . in the prime of my sexual vigor”  -  “boy  are my arms tired”

he rolled out Marlin Perkins
Mutual of Omahas Wild Kingdom 

and his sidekick Jim Fowler

 

                                              who are the original superhero duo: “. . . were coming to you from 
the jungles of Alabama where were trying to locate the dangerous and unpredictable Southern White Christian . . . a place where people are willing to follow anyone who speaks with a strange rhythm” lilt or cadence

his job as a Ladies shoe salesman . . . women came in wearing dresses:
                                              “Ladies, do you do that on purpose" 


“Oooh  How does that look"

“Looks great to me" 

“Its a little tight" 

“I can stretch it out for you if you like”

and then wandered among serial killers   Henry Lee Lucas and his sidekick Ottis Otoole 
                                                “Yes  Some people need to die!”

“But why kill young attractive women  I mean  youre hitting me where I live"

                                                                                     in a nutshell Hicks was outrageous

so he was glad he came 
                                                                                                           

he wanted to cum again and again and again                                                                       
but no luck  he wasnt a woman                                                                                                     
DAMN

still     there was that warm  elusive  unanswered question
                                                              Inianapolis Iniana

                                                             “a fuckin riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma” 
a Chinese spring roll                                                                                                        
a soft pretzel

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