complacent complicated
clouds hung in the sky suspended asif dirtywhite blood dripped up an
pooled in thin air
Why did that
occur to him
he
walked to the gym reading
yesterdays
afternoon sky was quilted dullwhite an
broad blue stitching
today dirtywhite
clouds in a homicide bloodspray pattern
it wasnt the fault of what he read though a section of the
book was called The Toxic Airborne Event
he slipped on his tattered white workout
tshirt
he didnt wear it for affect
he wore workout Ts until they
failedlike he worked out to muscular failure
he been lifting on the machines
for nearly a halfhourwas suckin air when an older man entered the room
he was on the curl machine in
full sight of anyone who entered an he figured the man either glimpsed him or
heard his workoutbreathing rhythmic not
grunts or look-at-me-work barks
when he finished his set of curls catching his breath he walked across the room to the leg machine
where the older man stood looking out the window looking asif looking at a painting
through a window depth is altered
perspective is subtly skewed
the outside seems twodimensional flattened
winter bare trees look like neural netstheir foreground branches meshed
with those midtree an behind they look
like flat rounded dense fans waiting for stoic slave attendants to waveto cool
their kingtheir god an from where the
older man stoodat the knee of the leglift machine he couldnt miss the crematorium attached to The
Chapel of Roses the foregroundthe
brightyellow lined parking places unbroken
by graygreen concrete pedestals holding industrial stanchions an overhead lighting otherwise a taut black sheet of tarmac black as deathone might presume it takes eyes or the sense of seeing to
realise colour death was senseless it made sense to him that death was
colourless
it was
simply not being
when he came up on the older man
an whispered Excuse
me are you . . the man jumpedhis hand going to
his throat Im sorry I thought you heard
me approaching
NO.
Excuse
me I didnt mean to upset you
No.
I think I must have gone
somewhere.
Thats our prerogative isnt it
Goodness, I haven’t thought of it
in terms of a prerogativeI’ve thought it to be a faultI’m told I do it very
often.
ApparentlyId think you like where
you go Or you wouldnt go
Yes. I suppose you’re right, if
you think about it that way.
Its subjectivewe all do
itdaydream lollygag stare off into space
People outside us shouldnt make judgments not when their guiltif you will of the same crime
Crime. Perfect wordthey make me feel guilt.
Were all guilt of daydreamin Dreamin the past present future
Hell there are those who think were dreamed acting in someone elses dream or daydream
Im sorry I interrupted youIm in
my workout modedont look left or right I apologise for uprooting you
I didnt see you werent here
Thank you.
he suddenly looked
miserable I don’t know where I was. In blind reverie I suppose.
Are you okay
I
am.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I probably shouldn’t be here. I’m distracted.
Otherwise youre okay
Yes. I am.
as he adjusted the leg machinehis
head down he bellowed loud enough for the man to hear Enjoy your daydreams or your blind reveries Dont listen to a soul say otherwise
Thank you.
1727, Saturday,
20 1. 18
1051, Sunday,
21 1. 18
Kendrick Lamar BLOOD.
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