this was going nowhere fast

out the gate everyone was sensitiveso fucking sensitive

he didnt ask the reason whythat was personal

he asked why they chose its location

he meant it sincerely  frankly

                                he was eminently curious

their reactions however seemed tantamount to criminality why would he want to know

Please Im just asking

if looks could kill hed be dead 

they were icy repugnant

                           as if he blindsided them stopped them to ask if they wouldnt mind watching him shit on the street

angry  

one cat had a small poorlyexecuted multicoloured bullseye tatted on the heft of his cheekbone  left of his left eye

muthafucker actually snarled as he walked up on him  a grubby weighted knapsack clutched over his right shoulder

why snarl at him  he was standing leaning with his back to the flat of a structural steel post  Christ he was reading a book

he was aware someone was approaching him from his right  though he scarcely lifted his eyes  unconcerned of any threat

his snarl suggested possession  or territory   and fuckhim  homeless owns nothing  not territory not a corner not the post he leaned against

he took paroxysmal offense

it got the best of him

manhandled his tongue

                         Hey man whyd you plant that tattoo on your cheek

Fuck you

good

      they were coming from the same place

No  Im curious is all  

Fuckin leave me alone

Leave you alone Whens the next time youll talk with someone who isnt homeless or would prefer to duck you  You have my undivided attention

Fuck you

Its on you I was reading a book You snarledyou took offense of my eyecontact

You dont ever look at me

Dont look at you  You outa your mind Ill look anydamnwhere I want  Say buddy whats with the tat  Why your cheek

Dont fuck with meman

Throwin a gauntlet down yawanna fuck with me

Squirrelly cut hard right  space grew between them  

Good Not as nutsy as he thought

still however there was no satisfaction to understand why he chose to have his cheek dotted

                                                                                                   not like it was a teardrop at the corner of his eye

                         for whatever that meant

his casual impromptu canvassing left him to surmise what he assumed  to each his own  

and they were fucking touchy about it

1536,  Friday,  17  8. 18

1154,  Sunday,  19  8. 18