they got the huge streaked pale
blue plank up on top of his stationwagon as he asked
however they didnt tie it down secure it with rope to the roofrack
as he asked
they went through the motions wrapped it tucked the ropes loose ends but
they didnt do what they were paid to do
his cell rang unexpectedly
he answered it
he was needed NOW unexpectedly
an rushing he didnt doublecheck their
work
perhaps he thought it wasnt brain
surgery
he might assume if they took his
money they finished what he asked
the loose braids didnt start to
relax the plank to shift until he was on the highway
he nearly oblivious of everything
else tried to quell stay that which
percolated and spattered inside his brain
coming up fast in the lefthand
lane
a
car in front of him a lane over cut him off without looking
he
was covering the brake with his left foot and was able not to ram the car in
the ass but the plank slipped its leash and ran forward on its raw physics
nearly a metre and a half tipping down at its newfound fulcrum at front of the wagons
roof and its windshield
Motherfuck!
he bellowed releasing the brake an fingerscrossed inertia didnt take the
statonwagon into the fine back end of the violating sedan whose pigheaded driver
had yet to bring his eyes up and scan his rearview mirror
he wasnt too sure the driver was
even cognizant they were moving in highspeed traffic
fingerscrossed is a miserable refuge
and every unfortunate refugee
apparently deserves the disdain the haughty ruthlessness and careless laissez-faire
he recognised at once all he
bought were scarce seconds and tried to get inside the sedans left taillight and
not take the halfwall that separated him from oncoming traffic
his angle tack laughed at him
the taillight exploded
the fine sedan lost control
turned sideways tires smoking and began to slingshot right across traffic
traffic ate him alive
T-boned in the next lane
it shuddered
and for a long suspended super
slo-mo moment it tried to keep the road
the nails tore out of its
screaming fingers and it began a mad rolling
whoever was inside might better
have ridden out an electric blender
gore splashed the insides of
the glass just before it broke then was terminated by an orange fireball which engulfed it
strange he could watch that as
the left side of his wagon burned in a shower of red whiteblue-tipped sparks
Apollo reentries
then it caught a joint in the wall that wasnt aligned precisely and lifted off its tires onehundredaneighty degrees and landed facing oncoming
traffic on his side of the highway
he bounced once
the assend of the
wagon looked into traffic on the other side of the wall and maybe thought of
taking liberties over there
he threw the transmission into
reverse stomped the gas heard the whine of soulless tires saw his jetblack
shadow sitting beside him in the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye as
the fine sedans fireball erupted shattering his windows and lacerating the side
of his face gracefully leaving his eye intact
he threw his fist through his
shadows immaterial black faceOUCH! and grabbed the back of the benchseat as the
wagon landed
the tires barked feral dogs as
they touched down and bobbed again
he seemed to have a correct angle
ferally barking again and holding
the pavement he raced along the wall
with scant centimetres to spare
the wall wolfwhistled at him as
he passed it but he hadnt the pride of a teenage girl to look and smile
traffic receded
there were more hellacious
collisions shrieks and sorrily explosions fireballs
he took his foot from the gas and
tapped tapped tapped the brake and fought the pissedoff shimmying that tried to
take the wheel out of his hand
all it took out of him was
FUCKYOU FUCKYOU FUCKYOU
slowerands l o w e rands l
o w e
rands l o
w e r
he crept to a stop
he turned the key killed the
engine
he sat forward briefly stripping
his tshirt off over his head wadded it up pressed it to his wounded face
bits of glass bit bone he touched his jugular with his right ran his
hand at his throat then looked at it
no blood
no blackshadow either
adrenaline gnawed at its
muzzle to bust out take control
Wait you can wait you miserable cur
he slouched in the bench
through the broken windshield he
took in the sky placid unchanged unimpressed
his ears rang
rang with words
no man is an iland
intire of itselfe every man is a peece of the continent a part of the maine if
a clod bee washed away
if a clod be washed away
any mans death diminishes me
because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know
for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee
Donne
he wasnt donne
the sky glared down at him accusing
Go fuck yourself sky I remain in
one peece So it seems
he rolled his shoulders shook his
trunk clenched and unclenched his fingers padded the balls of his feet to the
floorboard tap danced
Im in one peece Fuckin torment
someone else
he pointed his finger down the
road whence he came
Theres plenty there Plenty I
assume plenty Go feed your face pig
It continued glaring
then he recognised as adrenaline dribbled over the dams he put up he chided the pale
blue imperturbable plank
saturday AMhmm
dream, 27 2. 16
0123, Monday,
29 2. 16 LEAP YEAR DAY
