he recognised
and then was keen to watch this ancient
indecipherable dance that plied a daddylonglegs and a mosquitohawk
daddy was in a constructed
corner the hawk on a vertical
wall not their usual environment swaying above an abstract painting hanging above the
commode
daddy was keenly aware of the hawk
she artfully strummed her web like a lyre perhaps to entice him with a song of mythologys Sirens
he ran the edge of his hand up the wall towards him
certainly the hawk must have felt
a bulge beneath him in atmosphere
still he didnt move
Whadda lugWhadda Maroon Whadda miserable dumb
lug not that he could be blame for his
infernal dullness boorishness(had he forgotten anything?Yes) Absolute farflung
numbskull brainery pant
pant
he was intellectually
dispossessed -- but he was after all -- a
meek(if you werent a mosquito) mosquitohawk
he found him when he pulled the
shower curtain back to turn on the water for his shower found him squatting crablike on the
showertubs thinly-corrugated bottom
if its
filthiness hadnt been niggling him the past week --
Bout time aint it bud? -- he wouldnt have looked down or even noticed the
hawk crouched on all six . . .
he paused
they were evidently aware of each
other their antennae tentatively twitching acknowledging some kind of presence
(he could say presence because it described
his meditative elan while the hawk might
only know(?) his presence as a sensation a shy change in atmosphear or of hue
toppling down surrounding him(as resin had at many of its ancients)
yet despite this aching aaching pregnant pause
it didnt rise take to its
scythed-wings and carelessly(or drunkenly) bang its way side-to-side off the
tubwalls up and escape
it occurred to him hed have to
facilitate its flight if he wanted to shower to not blatantly consciously pelt
and wash the hawk down the drain
he knelt on the tiled floor and began
to reach into the tub cupping his hands to gently trap him
alas blue air stirred under his sharp translucent
veined wings and whirling rather than beating frantically it slapped
side-to-side against the tub slowly gaining altitude then enough altitude to
rush headlong into the space of the bathroom fed with fresh-air sifting through
a fixed window screen
he turned immediately to pop open the screen and release the hawk into the wilds but
remembered that that was a screen in a different house at a different time
be that as that may be the hawk ricocheted
its aimless way to the wall where their dance likely began it thrusts and
parries since time immemorial
he returned to the shower to
begin his toiletry preceding work
exiting the shower drying himself
off he saw they had maintained their fixture their immobility
fascinated by nothing in
particular he could attest to he watched them
with halting interest
she then suddenly turned away
turned her back her web bounced at her
vehemence and as she did her disinterest
somehow aroused and piqued the hawk
hadnt he saved him from
annihilation
wasnt there something vital inside
that jumble and neuroncoil of cells which formed his brain that the hawk wasnt in
the least bit thankful for being spared not ten minutes earlier
as if it hadnt happened
to their
detriment insects he might suppose didnt invoke memory
then sorrowfully terribly he assumed and was assured he witnessed the hawk fly straight and true as
an arrowshot plummet headlong into daddys web
as agile as a ninja she whirled
around and set upon the hawk winding handcuffing legs to legs lethally binding him
as he bobbed and jerked madly at the tacky strands beating at it with his yet
unrestrained wings
he held out hope for the hawk and thought momentarily to intercede pluck
him from her web as a benevolent god might snatch him away again from death .
. . he reasoned then he wasnt
hed be a poor example of a god
even if he saved him from daddylonglegs
he wouldnt be able to release him from the Gordian knots she bound him in
and in that decisive brilliant wandering
nanosecond perhaps not so much an arachnid flourish but a mea culpa of consuming excellence the
daddylonglegs threw up a singular foreleg as if competing in a calf roping
contest to attest its calf was tethered fast and helpless(as Jimi played his
guitar behind his head and with his teeth
-- a resolute showman) meaning to
foil any on-comers garner awe or awshucks! mesmerise audiences or casual onlookers
turning back to the hawk she spun him in skein
invisible to his eye and arrested its feeble batting wings
spun and trussed perhaps grunting once more defiantly she crouched over him achingly and delivered her anesthetising bite her consuming coup de grâce
this unprovoked unsullied Act confirmed his long-held
assessment Life is but a joke It manifests
reason and no-reason whatsoever
1616, Twosday,
5 4. 16
1954, Day-between-Two-Ts, 6 4.
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Desiderii Marginis Why Are You Fearful https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nun_Y0z0668
