Security

locks

and keys

and tumbler combinations

passwords entered

or as whispered through Judas ports in bolted speakeasy doors to get past thuggish gatekeepers

real beauts sporting scarred eyebrows busted noses cauliflower ears and missing teeth
pusses
         only their mothers could love
mebbe

such are the securities against breaches
                                           when in reality a breach is a very natural thing

everything erodes and the tighter the thing is wound or bound Stressed
                                                                              eventually plays its evenhand  surly

or a shortcut price is asked
or suggested to the thug watching at the door
                                                 and Paid    

adios amigo and mebbe someday Ill see ya in a dark alley
                                                              if you can find me
and if you do well have a day of reckoning
                                              but in the meantime

your fuckin lifes a shambles and your scratchin to hold your straw stuffing together to keep from slipping deeper or coming apart at your mickey mouse seams
                                              while the Whole Thing begs to come apart and drop useless in the dirt

Nothing likes to be kept alive artificially
                                          nudged and nudged
                                                                 sputtering Aware
exquisitely Conscious of being eaten alive

It looks desperately for the kindness of someone a fuckin Saint  an Intimate to stop their pain
End

their horribly deliberate

pathetic

painful death

every spastic dribble of It began with the artifice of Security

                                                                  ever a bloated dead thing itself

1756,  Tuesday,  13  8. 13