he scribbledhe was probably drunk for good reason he scribbled on the back of a page from
among a sheaf of papers he pulled out of the trash at work
less than half the page was used
a printout of corporates markup
on The Botanist Islay Gin
a fuckin waste typical casual corporate wastebecause it
canbecause it can write-it-off corporate
write-off could feed the hungry house the homeless educate the uneducated but It’s Ours To Throw Away Fuck corporate he used the pages to scribble on used its empty parts
all the inside jobs he held he always took the thrown away half-used pages because he imagined them as lives
all the inside jobs he held he always took the thrown away half-used pages because he imagined them as lives
a trees life
a human life
Life Expectancy in America was nearly eighty years no matter the sex
OH so he saw the paper under his pen akin to a
life say a GIs life a military life which
had no trouble trashing a twenty year old GI or a frightened GI snatching anothers life
because they could like a frightened cop
in any American city snatching typically
a black life white lives dont usually
worry about frightened cops because white people dont frighten cops which he thought was odd because white men were typically the mass
murderersthe terrorists that cops and the Authority refused to call terrorists
all of it was incorporated in a page he pulled from the trash
all of it was incorporated in a page he pulled from the trash
he thought too much
he had scribbled in red ink I give a fuck
whats improbable
then in capital letters beneath
the sentence he wrote
FUCK
FUCK each emphatically underlined so the scribbled lines almost formed a bar an angled iron wedge
FUCK
FUCK each emphatically underlined so the scribbled lines almost formed a bar an angled iron wedge
then off to the side beneath the fucks he wrote Baby can you read this?
beneath that Can you read my mynd?
then under his questions he wrote Then you know I LOVE YOU madly he scribbled lines under I LOVE YOU
the I LOVE YOU sprawled in the lower right corner of the page
he had thrown an arched line and arrowhead from I LOVE YOU back across the empty space of the page on the left and off the descending hookthe arrowhead he wrote again
I LOVE YOU
if the dead could read
or if the dead would now waste their time continuing in Lifes dimension dimension?
in Lifes dementia
1904, Saturday,
8 9. 18
1419, Sunday,
23 9. 18
Francis Kuipers
Blindfold Blues https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFx9uAt5va4
