under a barrage of Germanhe couldnt
make heads or tails of subtitles didnt
run in his eyes he went down successive turns
of steelclattered steps deeper and deeper into the earths guts he was hurried compelled by hornshaped
speakers in sharp concreteshaped corners
despite rushing it occurred to him that he was impressed that architects
devised these subterranean levels impressed that mechanical shovels worked
their way excavated untold truckloads of dirt from hundreds of feet beneath the
earths surface and did so apparently without public eyes worrying their
progress which meantperhaps the populace
the taxpayers had no idea of the depth of their investment nor that they
personally would never gain interest and should some time demand they would also
be deprived of its access as it would be politicians who decided who would have access to these unknown depths who was
worthwhile or rather no one was more
worthwhile than the politicians
then the steps ran out
air was forced down into these
spaces through ventilators that groaned as they chilled or heated
the hallways he saw werent deep doors were few
he imagined that where he stood
was at the blunted apex of an inverted pyramid
how else did the shovels escape
the German didnt cease its
command when he bottomed out so he went left down the solitary hallway to a steel
and riveted door
he peered through its small glass
chickenwired portal before trying to open it
through the glass the room beyond
was coloured amber over fatcreamcoloured blocks
which had to be a façade they
werent structural they were too
eleganttoo ornamental he looked into either
a crypt or a sacristy he was terribly
irritated that he conceived it a crypt first before a sacristy not that either appealed to him rather that a sacristy left him a little room
for hope
he marveled at the wall he
faced it was marbled and illuminated
with tender hues stripes of yellows scarlets greens an unexpected sunlight pumped in like the
forced air down shafts sunset
off mirrors
reminding him of an old girlfriends apartment Chicago over a warehouse who
aligned the long stairway up to her place with mirrors that fed whomevers face was
at the paneglass door through her gaping front door through the livingroom and diningroom
and into her bedroom off them she could
be fucking himriding him with abandon
the doorbell rang she could glance
left and see who was at her door downstairs
she dismounted him only once
on his boithday
she had a friend who wanted to
tagteam him with her what better time
than his boithdayhuh
an insatiable friend who gamely took
whatever he wanted to give her
a German girl
who really reallyresponded to German
he summonsed a passable accent a harshduh
devolved guttural accent his impersonation of Hitler where else does one dip
that got her right between the eyes ah maybenot
her eyes she caught him buying some time
for his weary tongue deftlyvigorously fingering her while singinghumming an
inarticulate thick Edelweiss that he snatched from a virginal Julie Andrews The
Sound of Music queerhuh
which obviously obliviously he memorised for this one moment in time
she
squirted
she caught him right between
the eyes
that was the first time he learned
a woman could cum like that
Blew. His. Mind.
sidetracked
the dream left him standing at the
door looking in fumbling with no hope hope
dazzled by an underground sunset
0101 text to
self, Day-between-Two-Ts, 11 7. 18, relating to a dream earlier Twosday morning, 10 7.
18
0112,
Thursday, 12 7. 18
1428,
Thursday, 12 7. 18
