Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
BllaaaAAAAAAATTT! He jumps back to the curb, but too<br />
late, a bus bearing down on him-THWOCK!-whacks his prick as it<br />
goes roaring by: he screams with pain, spins with the impact, and is<br />
bowled into the crowd, now crossing with the light, spilling a dozen<br />
of them. He catches a glimpse of the bus gunning it on down the<br />
street, an advertisement spread across its rear: I CAN SEE HER<br />
CUNT, GUSSY! and what looks like the eye of a pig in the back<br />
window, staring at him. The crowds, rushing and tumbling over him,<br />
curse and weep:<br />
-What is it like, Nelly?<br />
He hobbles to the edge of the flow, nursing his bruised cock,<br />
looking for a reason to go on, looking for something to wrap it in. He<br />
finds a bum sleeping under a newspaper and appropriates page one.<br />
Over a photo of the Mayor at a public execution of three small<br />
children, believed to be the offspring of urban guerrillas, is the<br />
headline: A LARGE HAIRY MOUTH SUCKING HIS PURPLE<br />
PRICK.<br />
Aw hey listen: fuck it. Quit. Yeah.<br />
He sits on the curb, snuffling, huddled miserably over his<br />
battered rod, trying to coax green dreams out of his iced-up lobes,<br />
feeling the snow creep up his ass, no sorrow like my sorrow: bitter<br />
snatch of the diatonic aubade. Something seems to leave him, some<br />
spring released, a slipping away...<br />
No! he cries in sudden panic, leaping up. Forget that shit,<br />
fade it out, no more messages, pick ‘em up and put ‘em down, hup<br />
two three four, he’s running along now, prick waggling frantically,<br />
stiffarming the opposition, recocking the spring, leaping the lifeless,<br />
close now, yeah, central heating, all that, gonna make it-oof! sorry,<br />
ma’am!<br />
-Good morning, L.P.!<br />
-Good morning, love! (Whew!) After you!<br />
-Thank you, Mr. Peters!<br />
-Morning, sir! Thank you, sir!<br />
-Ah, damn it, is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by?<br />
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