there had been sumptin rambling around inside his skull  jumping at the window sills of his eyes

scratching and gouging its sleek walls with their pointed claws  or talons                            

sumptin

               spoiling in the dirt

unlike a cat or a dog turned round and burying their feces  minimizing a predators ability to catch their scent

and track them

 

                                                                                                                                                            an arrogant sumptin  

who either didnt care or was ignorant

it was shit to have it locked in his vault

that he didnt have a passkey to spring or excise

and it prowled

grunted

banged its patchy hindquarters against his walls indelibly smearing them with Carnival Rorschachs appearing off

their mirrored reflections on the concave walls opposite them

he turned them slowly   three-sixty   deliberately

hoping a clue might reveal itself

                                                                                                                                                                          No

No

now who was ignorant

now who could point fingers fingering the other for malfeasance and grotesquery    

all he did wrong was wake up this morning 

the coffee smelled burnt in his nostrils 

he lived alone 

it gave him an out
but he didnt take it
 

Now   who was arrogant

Now   who was sumptin

Twosday,  12  8. 14

2039,  Sunday,  29 3. 15