29.8.17



he entered Didiron Station(nee Cahill Depot December 1935) in San Jose California

it was built and is an example of the Italian Renaissance Revival style architecture   

he knew that because he studied architecture and was an inveterate bookwormsomething piqued him and he was on it like it was a two-pound medium-rare bone-in ribeye

by all measures Didiron is a small transit depot though it responsibly and timely manages and deploys Amtrak trains and buses VTA light rail Caltrain and ACE trains

he was there for an Amtrak train


before him to his left were two rows of wooden benches ten feet long facing fore and aft five deep

a disheveled soul lay on the front righthand bench fast asleep his head pillowed on a small canvas rucksack

he set his slung athletic bag down on the opposite end of the bench guessing thered be no takers between Sleeping Beauty and himself  Vegas wouldnt take odds on that

he only noted that Beauty was a man                   

he wasnt sure what that said about him

he was sure however what the man said to him was that he was a cipherthe physical embodimenta tally markan asteriskan ignored footnotea jetblack exclamation point to Ronald Ray Guns jocular careless gutting of welfare  he besieged the American people while Republicans clutched themselves squeezed coils of lube on their cocks and masturbated with extreme prejudicetheir closedeye vigor bespattering the Halls of Congress drooling its House and Senate chambers to the Floor with jizz hanging like warmed icicles drip  drip  drip  theyd let Churches sweep up the chaff after them never tax them and provide them hundreds of millions of dollars through HRSA faith-based(stop the bullshit: community-based contingencies) pay-offs    

ahwell  so much for the separation between Church and State

Gawd buggered Republicans and damn if they were over-the-moon ecstatic about it
such is the perversion and aphrodisiac of politics


he set his bookbag down on top of his unstructured A-bag 



an older woman entered the station across from where he had where the train tracks ran and stoppedwas transfixed beneath the transom of the rubberstopped double glass doors

she watched Beautys repose  obviously she wasnt pleased that the man made a bed of a public bench
yet
   she went around to the benchs aft directly behind where he laid

he surmised people are creatures of habit and she being a creature was accustom to sitting where the man slept  so naturally she sought to be as close to her comfort as she possibly could


Beauty let loose a tremendous fart
with such force he was surprised it didnt tear off one of the mans legs

its din echoed through the vaulted seating chamber
and yet
       it didnt disturb the mans sleep
the old womans head turned like a startled birds over her shoulder

it seemed she wanted to say to Beauty How rude

How rude definitely hung on her face

but she held her tongue

she recognised he wouldnt hear her
(probably deafened by the farts concussion)

she turned back to her glossy magazine


Beautys fart didnt upset or offend him

his contingencies were that first  he was confident Beauty wasnt an alien dressed in a sleeping mans skin  the skin would have been blown off its back

second  everyone every human being farts
                                   if someone tried to refute him hed ask How do you know  Youre asleep

third  his competitive athletics spanned ten years of Mens lockerrooms and showers  a loud fart compared to what went on in any lockerroom on any day in any place was a mere comma in a long loud run-on descriptive sentence 
a fart wasnt worth noticing

fourth  bodily functions dont ask permission of the psyche or intellect of the person who inhabits their body
This is your ride dig? Better make the best of it

he spent his adult life trying hard to maintain his body between injuries and maladies
That’s Life
his interruptions were hiccups bumps in the road a fall from a bike  get up  mount  start pedaling


everyone  no matter how or when they get there  have the same deathstination

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