Arts & Manners

I’m leaning on a Buick fender. It’s halftime at Al Carmines’ revue, The Faggot. A pair of jock gays cross the sidewalk to get my artistic insights. This happens a lot now: ever since I shaved off my beard. Leave us not pursue the implications. It’s 98° F. on East Fourth Street. The city has gone into estrus. Breathing out is an act of statutory rape. Bottle caps sink into the asphalt, to be fossilized there through congealing winters. Odors combine: roach-kill and dog curbings and damp, wet structural rot. It’s the Chateau Margaux of urban smells. Generous, full-bodied, ripe as hell.

“What’d you think?” He’s a muscular gay: Powerful torso strains his net Tshirt, unwieldly in it as the miraculous draught of fishes.

DK

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D. Keith Mano

D. Keith Mano was a TV screenwriter and author of ten books, including Take 5, recipient of the 1987 Literary Lion award, and columnist at National Review magazine for 17 years.

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I’m leaning on a Buick fender. It’s halftime at Al Carmines’ revue, The Faggot. A pair of jock gays cross the sidewalk to get my artistic insights. This happens a lot now: ever since I shaved off my beard. Leave us not pursue the implications. It’s 98° F. on East Fourth Street. The city has gone into estrus. Breathing out is an act of statutory rape. Bottle caps sink into the asphalt, to be fossilized there through congealing winters. Odors combine: roach-kill and dog curbings and damp, wet structural rot. It’s the Chateau Margaux of urban smells. Generous, full-bodied, ripe as hell.

“What’d you think?” He’s a muscular gay: Powerful torso strains his net Tshirt, unwieldly in it as the miraculous draught of fishes.

DK

About the Author

D. Keith Mano

D. Keith Mano was a TV screenwriter and author of ten books, including Take 5, recipient of the 1987 Literary Lion award, and columnist at National Review magazine for 17 years.