she(he didnt realise she was a she until her purse swung out from in front of her he imagined it got caught up on her enormous breast)  she lumbered backwards out of her one-sided four post carport onto a dirt and graveled drive

oddly the carport was covered by a slight-pitched sand-coloured shingle roof

it was conspicuous

              although what drew his attention today wasnt only that it was the first time he had ever seen anyone on the property -- but he wouldnt be exaggerating to admit that what attracted he must what flagged his attention – was her great white cotton t-shirt hanging to mid-thigh her thick-legged slowmotion s h u f  f  l   e  and as she paused to watch the rear maw of her vehicle close of its own accord  (when it failed – and it would -- itd be a bitch-ton of money to repair -- though why fight gravity why not a fold-down tailgate  he could suppose why ask stupid obvious questions too)

her black leather purse swayed off her left shoulder

Houdini couldnt help her get it over her head couldnt help her carry it with its strap across her back from her right shoulder to left hip

such a harness would be a contortion  and nothing he saw hinted of her possessing any kind of physical agility or finesse

she was a plodder

she was a straight line from here to there and to avert her left or right there were no calculations that could be made

he thought it was awesome that she could bring herself to a halt 

                                                        particularly awesome . . .           

. . . then without forethought he transformed her into a great white behemoth that made his throwing arm twitch his hand spasm he tried very hard not to think of finding a harpoonThar she blows! Thar she blows! he was aghast the words sounded inside his head

suddenly he witnessed himself a harpooner at the bow of a wooden boat bracing his leg against a thighboard whale iron in hand readying to hurl it strike his prize and gasp in the thrall of the ensuing Nantucket sleighride he was blinded fevered by the shining Quito gold doubloon Ahab had nailed to the mainsails mast

he struggled but couldnt wrest his imagination from the machinations which had to follow  floating her body back beside a Yankee whaler where she was trussed up with chains her blubber stripped into long blanket pieces cut into horse pieces and Bible leaves then tried the oil extracted and cooling then her head cut into three parts the spermaceti spooned from the case at the top of her head the junk the lower half of her forehead cut intro more horse pieces as it too held oil and though it wasnt as superior as the spermaceti it was finer than the blubber oil  and lastly her jaw and teeth to fashion scrimshaw                

Yes 

       he got carried awayhe did get a little carried away

but when her blob quit obscuring the vehicle when she had backed away slowly sufficiently he saw it was an Odyssey and Odysseys were his bane they haunted him in traffic like clumsy dull icefloes drifting left and right crossing dividing lines randomly braking in front of him or tailing too close for their drivers abject skills behind the wheel held by one hand  horrifically a cellfone in the other

then he felt at ease he felt at least some consolation to excuse himself of fictitiously murdering her with a harpoon rendering her body because the neighborhood had already experienced and suffered a man who believed he was a werewolf and shotgunned a woman he believed was a vampire

his imagination was tame when compared to a cold-blooded murder

no one was necessary to prosecute him or gavel his trial

he blinked his eyes

his reverie fled

the woman was gone

  

1213,  Saturday,  29  10. 16

1034,  Sunday,  30  10. 16

Grand Funk Railroad  I’m Your Captain/Closer to Home  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8MYsii4DZY

https://www.whalingmuseum.org/learn/research-topics/overview-of-north-american-whaling/whales-hunting

years earlier 

           whawasit   eleventhirty quartertahtwelve

hed have had black coffee donuts before the game started   maybe two beers a shot of Jack by now

he could already hear the rasp the coming rawness in his throat as he berated tacklers Wrap up Take his legs at linemen lunging at the dropback quarterback Get your fuckin hands upUP  later that night he sounded like he smoked three packs of cigarettes

hed have a cigar before the late game with a tall sippin Jack as he barbecued steak or seasoned chicken halves whole onions and green peppers munch Dutch pretzels hot spicy pork rinds yank chaws off black licorice sticks and turn them like a pen on his fingertips using them as emphasis while discussing earlier games and bonehead calls

his Bears took it on the chin ad nauseum

but Chicago had a dependable market a fools market that withstood halfass teams that made their living off once great and touted proto-protean Bear teams covered in George Halas spunk  there was Luckman Lujack Baugh Butkus Ditka Sayers then stand-all-alone-by-himself Sweetness ahSweetness  Forever Sweetness  the markets association with these greats the folklore was their lifes blood their Memory  they wouldnt allow to be pithed or lobotomized

playing on grass fuck artificial turf

stop protecting whiney quarterbacks He touched meHe touched me You saw Throw the flag

how many times did Bradshaw withstand unflagged helmet spears in the back

part of the game if you wanna play real ball muthafuckerHitting   its part of the game

not bullet-proof radio-synched helmets

skyboxes

bring the damn coaches back onto the sidelines

lose the overhead cameras

play the fuckin game the way it was meant to be played

let the dirty players get beat for their cheapshots

leave the headslaps the clotheslines and chops

football was fast now 

effete

lose the military the football field-sized flags the flyovers the mechanised bullshit

lose the jumbotrons the choreographed end zone dances

get the ball in and shake ass to the sideline

thats your job thats what your paid to do

you didnt get in by yourself

your team got you there

the team  remember  

youre on a team

  

                      

                                                                  . . . but that was years earlier

now Sundays he didnt bother

if he caught a game he still didnt sit

he still yanked his shorts up off his thighs

how could you possibly sit on your ass watching ball

it was a participatory game

you banged on other watchers pounded backs slapped shoulders

you banged your fists on table tops

you howled and bawled

you berated people cheering against your team

he did

effete watchers

what hole did they crawl out of

Yah   he was referring to that hole

hed stuff them back into their mothers womb if he had his crazed football ways

NAH

those days were dead and gone

that game was gone

it was militarised

AMERICAs pride

AMNESIACed

GREEDY

greed on phony turf

where was the mud

Sundays he took his coffee outside on the porch overlooking his backyard trees and plants

he watched the birds arch and wind leaving trails in their wakes

the air wheedled with their words and symbols

many many words pleas and demands

too many words to be read

too much wanted to be said for too long

then they exploded  a conflagrate

their contrails collapsed

the words broke their letters fell

  

the symbols scrapped themselves

                             he stood to get another cup of coffee and standing he paused for a moment to listen to the brief muted hollers inside homes and remembered when he watched ball his windows were thrown open so he might insult someones team outside his doors were open so he didnt break them going out to get the hell away from horseshit plays and miserable callsWhat the fuck were you thinking

even then he got glimpses of birdwritings scribblings in the sky

they werent TV tracers in his eyes

turning a bottle of beer up to finish it he saw

now on Sundays he had time to scrutinise them and think what he might

it wasnt a terrible trade off

at least not when he considered what he wasnt missing

     

1934,  Saturday,  22 10. 16

1059,  Twosday,  25  10. 16

Sweetness https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShjAvp9FG8Q