trying to pour Absinthe over a sugarcube in a Bad Hawkwind 

unorthodox

trying to keep his Eye out of harms way

 

the only glasses he had was the one he was pouring the Absinthe into 

he didnt think he needed to protect himself
he didnt think the wind would come up as it did

or the Absinthe as viscous as it was wouldnt fall straight down from the bottles lip to the sugarcube

it seemed to be looking up at him out of the bottles belly through its neck before he poured

as if one could look down into a telescope and see the bugeye watching back

scintillating  the Absinthe seemed to want to wander  to disregard its physics

predetermination 

predestination

it glared at him from the bottles lip daring him to tip it  just a bit more   a little more just a little bit more

poised  like a venomous coiled snake
                                        daring him  to keep moving

Move it along Nothing to see here Nothing to see here Keep moving Nothing here

Unless you really want to see or make something happen

itd grant his compliance to whatever he decided

secretly wanting him to tarry

to try his hand as a snakecharmer

as he tried against the Hawkwind

its glare softened

appeared more seductive

taunting  

       Hands full  Isnt that the reason why you creatures where given two

I would have thought you more agile  reflexive

Tempting  he imagined
                         as he regarded its cool black eyes colored pebbled brow and split tongue passing between its fangs

       and wondered if he bypassed it if it wouldnt lie and wait for the next sister or brother earthling to come

and wondered if one or more hadnt already  and thought better of its challenge or hissing enticement

the snake was enticing

genuine

and there is a strong appeal in that which is original

--   Ive only come for a drink

hiss

--   Then you sshould  sshouldnt you   have a drink

in a spasm of surprise suddenly  hand-eye coordination outrageously synched he snapped up the serpent by its throat and grasped its body as it armless coiled around his Given second arm

--   Handss full he hissed back in its face

tilting the bottle 

                just  a  little  bit  more
the Absinthe oozed

ignoring the Bad Hawkwind

and bugeyed watched him watching it

it wasnt supposed to be this hard

a long curiosity
                begged him to satisfied it

0108,  Monday,  29  6. 15

0034,  Twosday, last day of June,  30  6. 15