Billy Luck: “Cowboy Poet” Episode 15

Street Sense Staff

 LET THE CARNIVAL BEGIN AGAIN

 

Whop!! Ka-FLOCK!! Ka-POWIE–knife throwing prowess of the wickedly

grinning Ferret Walsh. “Y ou’ve lost none of yer sinister skeels, boy,” clucked his long-forgotten sire of record, Sky Box Willie Williams. “Ferret–0″|

 

Suddenly,t he pallid ratlike mug, yet another shiv clenched between his pointy little

fangs, loomed dangerously close to old Pop there. “That’s APACHE to you, ya measly BUM–”

 

Backing away, Sky Box Willie panted in a terrified snit, “Y-Yuh-uhh, ennything yuh say, son,

er, I mean, uh-uhh –APACHE, son!”

 

“That’s right, an’ thanks to Your SORRY BUTT, I never saw my own MAMMA!” He drew

back quickly and continued to throw an outline of knifery around the taffeta garments of a most unwilling WANDA! Just ringside, Senator Marsh looked on, snickering triumphantly.

 

“Yeah! an’ you will right regret keepin’ ME from bein’ around Her, too!”

 

Willie shuffled uncomfortably, and went to rummage for a set of pliers in an equipment crate.

 

“Where’re them dang tweezers, awwhh, yuh din’t miss a thing, boy… dang JEZEBEL…grr-grrhhh…”

 

Ferret delivered the “Blade de Grace” right under Wanda’s bright  strawberry of a chin, causing her to gasp noticeably. Marsh pushed Ferret aside and wrested the big point abruptly from the fresh gashin the plywood. “That might’a torn a bunch of your pretty lil’ tissue, Wanda my dear. (She sobbed pitifully as he helped her off the targeting dais.) So, why not think twice about judging your BENEFACTOR, in such a snivelin’ fashion, Hmmm?”

 

A dark limo swerved up behind Apex Liquors and crunched up on the pitted sidewalk to a

soft halt. Skipper and Billy, wordlessly transfixed with one another, left the back of the car and wandered like love-struck kids over to the blinking lights of the street carnival. Billy wandered around, soaking up the ambience of the freak sideshow, with MooMoo the Jungle Savage Girl, and Armo the Snake Guy, and Bertie and Bertha the Conjoined Cow getting his star billing. “Skipper! Get a load of this, it’s the same show we used to have back in Gloryville Delaware so many summers ago!”

 

Skipper was talking up Sky Box, who inadvertently blocked her view of a retreating

Senator Hastings Marsh and his concubine Wanda from the fifth estate. And Ferret had grabbed a trio of his wickedest Jim Bowie knives and was whispering lovingly to them, in their felt scabbard, as he snuck up Seventh Street, past FW Grand’s Lunch Counter.

 

Lupe, close amiga to the dear departed Elaine, shrieked to herself as the human maggot Ferret grimaced at her through the luncheonette’s plate glass and wove a figure eight in thin air with hone of his pig-stickers!

 

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