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.
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2039, Sunday, 29 3. 15
