: EVERY MOMENT IS LOVELY, YES :

{ late-night walk through the park alone surrounded by people }

I was going to walk through the fountain but it is off. There are still lots of adults and teens and kids in the park. There is a water-balloon fight. "Fuck you, nigga! I got one for you, nigga!" SPLASH! They are not black.

I stay dry. It is still hot out. The sky just turned black but the clouds are still white. Motorcycles. Bus breaks. Someone's phone is playing music. I do not normally do details like this but: I am wearing flip-flops, gray shorts and a snug, plain white T. I did not wear this with a conscious purpose but I see that I fit in a little more with the people who inhabit this place. I miss you. I am on a bench looking at the fountainless fountain. The air is thick. Kids are zooming past me on bicycles and I feel their wind. This must be training for Ducati gangs on Broadway.

Two guys are boxing next to the monkey bars. Gloves and everything. I want to learn to box. Mostly to get punched, I think, but I will never admit that. Forget I said that. Someone will have to fix my nose when it is bloody and crooked. I can hear their gloves popping. Some teens run past me, a race. A girl wins. Someone watching says she ran like a jaguar. She did. She beat a boy. "I'm the fasted nigga around here, don't forget." She is not black.

Squeaking playground bridge. Little girls on scooters. "When are we going to stop going round and round?"


~O~

21 x like a billion = how much I love you:

ana c. said...

i was there
loving everything
riding a scooter i mean not really
i was riding the unicorn that day


"inglsleph"

~otto~ said...

ana c.,

I thought I saw you. The unicorn was cut in half, right? Bleeding rainbows?

~O~

gamefaced said...

someone needs to walk around the park with a bar of soap. fucking potty-mouths.

~otto~ said...

Could totally lather up in the fountain -- if it was on.

ana c. said...

yeah
riding unicorns that are cut in half is difficult

~otto~ said...

You are a uniquestrian of the highest caliber.

R said...

I missed Attenborough cataloguing the Niggajaguar. Can I say that? It must be ever elusive.

~otto~ said...

R,

Attenborough was never able to catalogue it for it is simply too fast an only seen in this particular park, which is just too damn close to the Bronx for him to tread.

~O~

rollerfink said...

so menesi. and that last line.

~otto~ said...

Thank you, kind sir. And the last line is an ode to 80s supergroup Ratt. No it's not.

(S)wine said...

mothafuck blogger ate my long as comment. blogga please!

i WAS sayin' growin up in DC i was always a 'nigga' to my black friends. and i got a pass on the cracka tip since i was a piss poor immigrant whose granddaddies never owned anything in their lives...including people.

~otto~ said...

Poverty goes a long way toward social acceptance. I was a broke-ass in NC way back when. Never was bestowed the N word, but also never got cracka-ass-cracka either. Did get jumped for dating black girls, which was fun. Made me feel like I earned a little street cred.

TC said...

Otto,

When are we going to stop going round and round?

I was here a week ago testifying in this very box as the genius of this post and now I return, the comment isn't there.

Evidently it was eaten by the rat race, the one in my geezer brain. It's that last crowning step, "Publish", where I always seem to wander off...

like now, a bit. So before I
lose it again: terrific, dude. No, even better: incycose.

~otto~ said...

Thank you for returning, TC. Always great to hear from you. I have been away from the Internets for what seems like a while, and this was a fine thing to come back to. Incycose indeed!

Anonymous said...

Walking through the fountain again would be epic. When I was drenched the first thing I ran to was the Merry-go-round. I loved to go moc speed; tight sweaty gripped hands, feet suddenly air born, warm metal against my skin, "Faster Faster", never wanting it to stop.

"Hike"

Anonymous said...

Walking through the fountain again would be epic. When I was drenched the first thing I ran to was the Merry-go-round. I loved to go moc speed; tight sweaty gripped hands, feet suddenly air born, warm metal against my skin, "Faster Faster", never wanting it to stop.

"Hike"

~otto~ said...

Anon,

Super-fast wet merry-go-round sounds fun. Let's do that.

~O~

~otto~ said...

Anon,

Super-fast wet merry-go-round sounds fun. Let's do that.

~O~

Anonymous said...

We will play in the fountain and ride the merry-go-round super fast!

sarah san said...

You want to learn to box?
I'm trying to get my neighbor to teach me how to break boards and concrete with my hands.
Let's duke it out.
Also, got my a new hat. Thought I'd share.
Speak soon!

~otto~ said...

Put up your dukes, Sarah San! It's on!

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