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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