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