she took up her look
never said a word in reply
as if her look said meant something
her look remained lost on him most
of his life
particularly beyond the time when
he recognised his life was his to please
himself and not perform for others or seek their acknowledgments his recognition was the only thing worthwhile because no one could
possibly be harder on him than he
not a fuckin soul
they made their way inside
Sapphire(actually Diamond Jims)
he trailed them
he didnt come to gamble
he had come to spend time with
them
he coopted them(they didnt have a
choice) on the road going in either direction
therefore in addition to their
gambling they enjoyed a reprieve from him
inside he discovered they had developed
a propinquity with various machines and were evidently flummoxed or agitated
if someone was playing them when they arrived
if someone was playing them when they arrived
it was a kind of entitlement he
hadnt suspected to lurk in their bones
they had practised glares
they directed them at the backs of the heads of the interlopers
they directed them at the backs of the heads of the interlopers
That work he asked them separately
without taking their eyes off the
culprits they responded listlessly What work
That work Your boring holes into
the backs of their heads You must see you either have
to wait your turn politely or play another machine theyre wall to wall Im
sorry bulkhead to bulkhead port to
starboard
Cute
they replied without taking their eyes off them
I didnt come here to play another
machine Ill make them go
Ill stare theyll go
Theyll go
damn if they didnt
the players sat suddenly
upright pulled out of their unconscious slouches uncomfortable
briefly took a look around the floor
briefly took a look around the floor
of course his folks keenly averted their
eyes played their unconcerned oblivious roles to a sensational T
then inside a minute swear to
Christ the rubes irritated gathered up their tokens picked up their beverages scarcely
a look to one side or the other or over their shoulders at his folks and left
they immediately obviously with
breathless excitement sprang forward cozied in nested
he walked up behind them and said
very quietly Thats some real voodoo shit
youre workin
Please
they were offended by his swearing always so offended
by his swearing
they
said he had a good upbringing attended fine schools lived in a fine community
there was no reason or corruption they realised that he used such language
he was a far better man(emphasised) than
that
Im not I keep tellin ya Im a pretty coarse fellow I havent time to
prettify things or make nice play pattycake waste my time
You are better than that
Yaknow I gonna find this monkey
you continually talk on and on about and beat him senseless Hes givin me a bad rap
Please Let me alone I have to think
Youre gambling
Please Go away
I have to think he thought About what Whas to think about slip tokens in a slot push
a button whirl whirl whirl
cha-ching cha-chinging whether you win or lose though the cha-chinging rose ardently into a howls lights seized and strobed a display worthy of a cocained disco pointing its fingers atcha if the win went big
cha-ching cha-chinging whether you win or lose though the cha-chinging rose ardently into a howls lights seized and strobed a display worthy of a cocained disco pointing its fingers atcha if the win went big
he was behind his father when his
machine busted a nut broke into a wail it stood up on its platform flashed its
panties or began unzippin itself numbers
spun on a mad odometer-gizmo before their eyes reeling reeling
reeling to one hundred one-fifty two hundred two-fifty three hundred three-fifty slowing
slowing four hundred
slowing slowing four-twentyfive slo w i n g four-fifty sl o w i n g d e a d
at four-sixtyfive
slowing slowing four-twentyfive slo w i n g four-fifty sl o w i n g d e a d
at four-sixtyfive
four hundred and sixtyfive
dollars
Duhfuck Not shabby
Please son
moments later their cha-chinging an
howl just barely subsided at their backs where his mother sat no
beside her a paunchy balding
fella dressed in pale green pantsuit his machine began belchin
inarticulately almost as if answerin the
mating call his fathers shrill machines what a fuckin cacophony OVERHEREOVERHERE!!!LOOKATME!!!! LOOK! AT!! ME!!! its numbers whirled his parents seized the big
fella seized
Duh fuck he thought
their threes faces contorted they looked like no he didnt ever want to see
please no as if they were cummin orgasmic
he wondered if the
riverboat crew was staffed with first-responders to resuscitate them kickstart
their hearts an stomp their cocks flat
MyGod the balding walrus bellowed above the wailin
mebbe he should have keep his
mouth shut
no sooner had he sounded thar
she blows! his machine tipped back began losin steam mebbe self-conscious mebbe embarrassed
it began to quell its frantic self hit the brakes HARD desperate to regain some composure
the same gizmo as on his fathers
machine began to slow thirteen-hundred-seventyfive fourteen
fourteen-fifty tick tock
fifteen tick tock
fifteen-thirtyfive tick
totock stopped fifteen-fiftyfive
he whistled out loud breakin their trance an shouted Not shabbyhuh Not shabby
No not shabby cried the walrus then reaching over he grabbed his mothers
stool an yanked her right up beside him Baby! You aint goin anywhar! Yasee! Yar
my good luck piece! he threw his arms around her an gave her a walrus-bear hug
snuffled into her collar and shoulder nearly mewling My good luck piece my good
luck piece
not that he didnt think his
father wouldnt be right on it
he was
he had his hand on the mans aisleside
bicep an said Damn right(did he say
damn?) Shes a good luck piece a good luck piece But sorry fella shes mine shes all
mine She is a good luck piece Been a great piece for me An you are correct a
good luck piece
Cuz God knows she aint no charmer
Cuz God knows she aint no charmer
If you catch my drift buddy
I missed if his drift was captured by anyone teeming around the Walrus my mother an father I was so far up in my drift I didnt dare attempt a weak facsimile of my mothers wordless look at my
father tryin to tell him I gotcha I
gotcha Piece
I gotcha
I gotcha
my old man is fuckin hilarious
then from somewhere out of Amos n
Andys communal breath broadcasted
for-now-an-ever worming its way through
galactic Time and Space I heard a whisper
Sapphire
Sapphire
0220, Thursday,
28 1. 16
1522, Saturday,
30 1. 16
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