he thought hed have more stories
from his trip back east to the land where Drumpf would never show his facehes
at least that smart the city of big
shoulders they would crush him he must have inadvertently shut down his
receptors collapsed his antennae went east
disconnected braved not being as alert
or observant as he usually was but then
he was visiting the only place hes ever truly called home despite every house
he lived in there had been razed his running
joke was that one day the razing was going to catch up with him and thats when hed die
its the one joke he tells that
hes the only one who laughs
evidently mortality isnt as funny
to other people but then a lot of thing were
funny to him that didnt make others crack a smile
he hadnt been home in seven
yearshadnt seen his parents(some thought he was pushing it Fack theyre too ornery to die was his
correction) hadnt seen his siblings his only surviving boyhood friend however these seven years passing hadnt felt
like years at all
Why
he didnt have a clue
he looked out into the murk and
saw nothing intrinsically was going to change and so there was no urgency compelling him to returnand he wasnt deef or dumb to the affect that if he didnt go
there no one was coming here
rarely had anyone come to him
but he enabled thathe and his
wife years years ago when they made it a priority to travel from
Minnesota to Chicago for their childrenthemselves to maintain a sense of family if even at a distance
so why would that be turned on
its head after his wife died after his children moved on and away for their
lives
it wouldnt
hed be a dumb fuck if he thought
otherwiseanybody would be a dumb fuck ya dont trade horses midstream an if lifes
anything between birth and death its fast water curling whipped white its midstream
but if ones confident and has a good grasp strong hands why not grab
the next horses mane and pull yourself over onto it yer horse likely could use a rest and a break
from being between your legs swimming for youI didnt sign up for thisYer a
horse shaddup hed seen men savagely punish
animals for their incompetent like
wicked children he hurled himself into
those frays because those men werent accustom to something coming back at themSurprise Surprisesurprise the element of surprise is legendary it was like he was a mob
and why it was unlike him to brave not being readily alert or observant
and why it was unlike him to brave not being readily alert or observant
but then he wasnt beating animals
or abusing anything
thats not true
his
family would say he hadnt curbed his tongue
still hadnt learned
to take a step back
still
hadnt tamed his knack for confrontationI aint no fucking gelding or eunuch Still flushed with blood and testosterone
his family bruised too easily
like thinskinned fruit
liked the feeling of kid gloves
liked pretty pretty prettythingshe
wondered where he got offwhen black and blue appealed to himwhen blackbirds
gathered in a tree above his head didnt sound caws but growled and spit
he couldnt say
maybe before he knew better he
swapped horses and had been swapping since his wife died
theres no telling the depths of that trauma
theres no telling the depths of that trauma
1508, Day-between-Two-Ts, 22 3.
17
1351, Saturday,
25 3. 17
1395
days remaining or less
Evangelist God Song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gCmXCoFvCM
Allen Ginsberg Howl https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid=sites&srcid=c3R1ZGVudC5iY3Nkbnkub3JnfG1yLWFsYmFuby1ob21lcGFnZXxneDozNGZkZDg3YzJjYzhlZDBm
Cul de Sac Sands of Iwo Jima https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hlPDHaMqMs
