31.1.16

Sapphire Pt 2



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 
 
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

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 
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



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

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

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
 
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





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