he was looking at the numbers(to
some numb-ers) he wrote in red ink on a
piece of discarded printer paper that the company he worked for was too too he had
no idea what to shred its proprietary documents
before disposing of them which he salvaged and kept himself flushed to the gills
in one-sided paper
9/26 913 / 952 its division equaled .959033613
(he was excited
as a boy by numbers less-than-zero as he was by the concept of negative
integers – which hadnt changed to date -- which
he said of then that they Blew his mind using Laugh-Ins vernacular before he
had any idea what it was to be blown) (later a huge fan)
these numbers meant September 26 913
pieces published over the 952 days since February 18, 2014 when wrioter.com came
into being at his girlfriends insistence inception
by her creative finese and computer know-how
he looked at numbers a bit amazed
while sitting at his diningroom table
before him were spread and
stacked his usual array of fiction and non-fiction library books personal books
sheaves of papers and a clutch of pens
behind him played tri-hop softly
it was evening
pitch-black outside
he was enticed by what .000033613
might look like
his enticement powered by the
threes in it which when squared equaled his favorite number
Life is powered by simple
pleasures simple observations that perhaps no one else on the planet had the
fortune or dumb luck to witness
last night arriving home from
work he went back outdoors to feed bigfoot and after stroking him talking to him
as bigfoot ate he went down the steps into his backyard and saw the vast Milky
Way strewn directly above his house and while admiring it trucking out of the southwest
a comet streaked over and disappeared leaving in his eyes the ghost of its
trail a dark shimmering stripe that remained a little longer than he could have
possibly hoped thrilling him all the more
what were the chances
what were the chances that anyone
else at 2226 hours were outofdoors looking up into space at that exact moment
to
see that celestial peek show
hed bet hardearned cash that in
that moment hed been the only one
in that vein as he enjoyed the inscribed
integers enjoyed the remnant scent of honey barbecued ribs the gnawed bones tumbled
on the metal plate to the right of his elbow the cold beer he sipped he looked up at the screen door
letting the cool night air in and saw three(it had to be) preying
mantises(praying! fuck that! pay attention those bugs ate raveneously) clinging to it
he went out the front door so he could
come around on the wrapped porch and up behind them
Hello boys he hailed he could as easily said Hello girls but if out
carousing at night he preferred to leave it to the stupid sex besides the light wasnt sufficient for him to
count their abdominal segments six for grrls eight otherwise
they rolled their tiny heads bulbous
eyes side to side their mandibles worked as if to reply
Sorry gnawed dem ribbones clean
If Id known you were coming Idve left some for ya
they worked their huge forelegs raptorial
limbs plucked their spines in response he thought he knew they couldnt hear him they were auditory
cyclops two eardrums in one ear it was tuned to the ultrasonic frequencies that
prowling bats emitted which let them if in flight to curl up their abdomens
create drag and pull aerial stalls
Maw Nature her gives and takes fuckin ingenious if She was allowed intellect(and
he did)
three preying mantises
another simple treasured gift
it never got old
2323, Monday,
26 9. 16
1353, Twosday,
27 9. 16
