glancing ahead over the top of his bookeyes only he didnt raise his chin he saw a small black object hovering  it hovered threefour metres above the recentpoured white strip of concrete sidewalk he walked on 

Black bird dont hover he thoughtNo  Hummingbirds arent that large

                                                                       then  asif feeling his eyes on it the thing seemingly doveducked between two parked white pickups topped by ladder racks that faced him on the street

he was fascinatedmesmerised  he walked asif he were an automaton eyes staring forward trying to discern what it was that he sawwhat it was he had the fortune of seeing

he ofttimes happened on situations hed rather not have witnessed a uniformed security man berating a backpacker a young man Move along, muthafucker! You try an mess with me I’ll fuck you upI’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. Muthafucker. then following him into the parking lot away from the shopsthe Starbucks like a dog on a bone   Bitch. Yaint findin someone better than me. the man hurried the woman walking in front of him she wiped at tears in her eyes Yare mine, yare lucky I find ya worthwhile, yare lucky I let you suck my cockthat I feed ya.  Cunt.  he pressed up behind herpoked her in the back with his finger asif it were a gun and followed her into a 99¢ Only Store

people thinkif theyre thinking at all in any given moment that other people are unaware or arent listening to them are oblivious of their words and provocation 

itd be hard to explain away coldcocking a couple of unsuspecting cocksuckers hed have to take time and creatively provoke themdraw their ire in order to batter them senseless because they deserved senselessness  

a security guard thinking hes an authority

a bully in the moment forgetting hes not shoving a woman around

whatever it was hid momentarily which made him think it was alive  a being

                                                                                  then it emergedrolling on the street pavement tumbling like a black funnellike a man on fire trying to suffocate flamesquiet the hot clinging ash

it rolled and rolled and rolledthen collapsed when it struck the tall stone curb on the opposite side of the street

his curiosity got the better of him it usually did he angled brusquely into the streetangling behind a woman at the wheel of a Mercedes who glared at him abruptly as easily might have screamed unchaste Stay the hell out of my way! motorists were impatient they had places to see people to do no thats not right places to go people to see things to do it seemed the more he walked from place to place rather than driving people behind the wheel resented himresented that he was on footimpeding them Get a car, ya bum! asif they hadnt a single moment to waste or hesitate librate be restrained perhaps they never heard All work and no play makes Jack or Jill a dull boy or girl dull and antagonised countenances glared at him  and in his imagination he thought theyd make serious studies for death masks 

death masks

shrouds

it was black plastic

                  a small torn crushed black plastic curio bag tossed aside and with its sudden freedom escaped it stretched its nonexistent batwingsits nonexistent legs for a last inanimate hurrah 

it seemed to be having a bit of fun at the expense of those who werent enjoying their animationsuffered tedium and boredom

           Ya po big brained beasts      

1344,  Twosday,  2  10. 18

1655,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  10. 18

John Zorn  Cycles Du Nord (24:59 minute-mark) of Music for Children  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hL7NZVOCfU