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Bill Hutton's History Of America

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Manifest Destiny went to Únele Tom's cabin for a littie trout. He went through the pines. He went through the pine clearing all wonder fïlled sun sight & saw Únele Saín and Mr. Peanut engaged. "Don't know what to believe anvmore." said Manifest. "Mavbe I'll find Zebula Pike and join the Whigs." He liad the Marshall Plan in his pocket. He had a banana sandwich with Indian relish in his pocket. Article XIX. Manifest cleared his throat with a toilet plunger and coughed up a little nostalgia. He remembered hovv the land was when he fust got here, how it tasted like copper in your mouth, running that way from old pennies chasing you down a winding street. Chunks of Manifest's brain were falling away like pieces of shadroe. Spirals of green plants left the ground seeking refuge with the chocolate covered alligators in all the trees. It was niglit. This was the time for a young swinger like him to be alive. Tony fastened his white sneakers and left for the Strip. CRASH Something feil from the skies. Manifest rubbed his woman's breasts and wished he had a ticket for the football game. Maybe it was his skin. All the other kids were out sniffing glue and fucking in the back seats of '48 Mercurys. Why wasn't he in on any of the f un? "Maybe it is your skin, Manifest." And out of the trees canie the Clearasil man from American Bandstand. "You got pimples real bad, lad, so cover half your face with a leading brand and wash well. Now try ours." "HolyCow!" "Iloly Cow is right, Manifest . . ." He kicked the smoking ruins of an American President. Bombs drifted over his head like impossible Chinese Madness. The place was changing now and Chop Suey don't taste the same anymore. It didn't taste any better or any ■ worse. It was cnding. Or it was beginning. iBill Hutton's History of America was published by the Coach House Press, TorontoDetroit. Copyright O1968 by Bill Hutton.