late November
when assassins bullets brayed the Opening of Hunting Season on an American
president
and this new country
he found himself in and apart of
wasnt
the country of his youth
it seemed he was never to know what its
late
November was supposed to look like
brown
and ravaged as it was
though almost all the time he
knew it it was coloured brown and arid
and
if it werent for him turning
the pages
of his girlie calendar as leaves didnt
fall or the unrelenting propaganda
termed infotainment spilling and waxing from
the gyms flatscreen tvs
itd
never budge
like a corpse never rotting
NO
he
wasnt amicable
but this new country tried its
level best to appear to be
the very least he could offer
or
counter
was How do you feel about
tanned mannequins Or cold
gray lava lamps
How do you feel about a woman who smiles at you and lets you buy her a round
of
drinks
and another and another
and
hasnt the slightest intention of fucking you
YES
this
country was polite
theyd
call her a tease
the country he grew up in you didnt have to be polite if circumstances didnt warrant it
just honest
theyd
call her a cunt
That about cobbled up how
he felt of this brown stagnant cuntry
a long running middle road
uncommitted
plastic
a lifesucking ______
NO
someone
elses job
he was done filling in blanks
1824, Saturday,
2 8. 14
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