its what happens when you take something youre unsure of what it is out on a walk                                                                                                                            but hed be damned if he was going to stay in and wrestle it by himself  it had all the advantages it outsized him outnumbered himalways had its back safe to a wall

he could almost hears its distress when he didnt play into its handsits elastic tentacles hoary clawswhen he picked up a scifi book threw a cloth handled sack over his shoulder and went for the door 

itd have to leave the wall at its back to stop him

                                                   an in that undecisive lingering moment he was out of the house

Wait almost incurred in his ears

but Wait  out of which mouth

he was halfway down the drive before he was aware of its presence 

while it didnt throw a shadow there was a surly miasmaquality sheer vapor shifting on the road at his feet around him

if someone didnt have his sixfoot vantage point above it in its midst they wouldnt see it 

it was like a dog keeping up  but not getting caught up in his legs or feet even when it roiled between an under them

it was disgruntled

Dont bitch Ya couldave stayed at the house plied your charms an irritants on indie and october cats  but cats wouldnt brook it their qualities would keep it at oddsget behind it  even if it thought it had its back to a wall 

                                                                                    fuck with a feral cat

its all incensed passionate sharpteeth and claws

he crossed over the bridge over the creek

the creek seeped it creeped  it crawled

                                          seeped creeped crawled   he liked its context

it didnt

I dont care what you like

beyond the bridge he cut left onto a narrow dirt deerrun that wove between emaciated saplings whodespite winter vied for sunlight rootspace  some of them grew around each other violently

he opened the book to where he had stopped Lock In he didnt buy into thatdid he What do you see? I looked at his hands for a couple of moments No blood Right she said He’s got blood on his shirt and his face but none on his hands The broken glass has bloody finger marks all over it 

                                        no blood no bloodhe looked up out of the book standing at the woods precipice and across the street he saw a girl in a freeflowing cottonblouse that oddly clung to her  nice jugs no blood

nice jugs no blood   handsome jugs  he dropped his eyes back into the book

                                                                                  but itdave to wait until he negotiated his steps to the trails end

it wound for better than a mile and kicked him off at the lip of a concrete bridge erected in 1915they dont make them that way anymore  pity  a majestic plain old bridge he thoroughly enjoyed  he wondered about the workmen who formed itnot so much the engineer but the blood sweat an tears workmen  truly manual fucking labor then scores of men not the paltry parties these days empowered by effeminate technology its tools an advances  hed say encroachments   hed say belittlement   hed say someone else harvestedpocketed the greenbacks that ought to belong to those who labored    hed say

crossing the bridge threw him into a return loop that eventually lead back to where he left the roadleft Lock In

his sidekick was still kicking but had grown reflective as he took it over the dirt an spoor an insects an groping roots 

he figured before he entered the deer path itd dig more primordial surroundings 

he thought a couple of times he witnessed it scratch its back on the live oakrun its fingersorwhatever through the cold spoor toppling their original architecture original leaving  possibly penetrate an anthill an realise its underground community  its complexity  kiss its queenfondle its workersspar with its singleminded soldiers

recrossing the first bridge he went straight an headlong an entered the town proper  woandered into a small shopping mall held intact by one of the towns two grocerystores an one of three pharmacies

Whynot

         he found himself in it because he never ventured into one before  he found himself in a Mr. Pickle

that didnt last too long

                        just long enough to know hed never buy its product

unlike the impatient line waiting restlessly to make their order

going out the IN door startled patrons entering  he wasnt rude he simply sought the first egress  IN was closer than OUT  patrons were humorless

                                 he hoped at least a portion of them shoved an stirred the stick that was up their ass  akin to a womans ben wa balls

Ben wa balls?  it was the first thing intelligible out of his ornery sidekicks mouths

Well talk about when we get home

1400-ish,  Friday,  9  2. 18

1243,  Sunday,  11  2. 18

Boards of Canada  Gyroscope  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbFgxucxVcM