Summer had begunthat thing he didnt havedidnt remember he didnt because he was busy humpingchasing down jobs that would pay for things he wanted that his parents said explicitly they werent going to buy for him

things he wanted werent exorbitant he was a kid 

                                                     he did want pairs of loud bellbottoms to embraceto own his sliver of the psychedelic60s as best a thirteenyearold could   

he showed them his mom 

                       Ohno, those aren’t pants you should wear to school; they’re too loud, too audacious.

she could use words like audacious because reading informed his vocabulary he read slowly at a college level with an comparative comprehension 

                              booksll do that to you

anif she was opposed to the pants his father would be too dont look to split forces  not these two  but if he bought themrode his bike to Sears & Roebuck at the Golf Mill Shopping Center fifteen miles away  spent his money  they hadnt shit to say 

such is the villainy and coercion of parents

he sidestepped their strategy

he afforded the clothing and books and things he wanted and they hadnt a damn thing to say about it they could grousethey did But lemme see Nope   didnt make a damn bit of difference to him

thinking about it now his parents were seedbed for his confrontational nature seed for his early selfawareness his defiance of anything or any attempt to force him down roads he wasnt going  Over my dead body

he knew death 

                he kissed goodbye forever in their coffins more aunts and uncles and older cousins than he might care to admit he was part of a huge Polish family  sixtysix cousins television obviously didnt hold an allure that bested sex What do you wanna do? I don’t know, what do you wanna do? Me? I wanna do you. Deal.

Summer had began

as he walked and read Thin Air some schoolkids pushed up on the chainlink fence that incarcerated them and called to him 

one voice in particularly irked him Hey, man! Nice Trader Joe’s bag!

he didnt lift his eyes

hed had it with morons

Ohmy he said It can read

                           hed had it bigmouths mealymouthed boys too big for their britches

he was in no mood EVER to cut them any slack

going around the corner at the end of the blockaround the long chainlink fence along the incarceration another boy a pitiful boy  bouncing a red rubber playground ball started with him

                                                                   Hey, mister! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!

keeping cadence with the hollow sound of the bouncing ball 

Wha was this  Summer school for the Bored? for Morons?

seemed to him Americas raising a real sharp incisive  infrastructure

  

fortunately hed be dead before they rose to prominence

 

unfortunately current circumstances are just their underpinningstheir windowdressing

   

1416,  Thursday,  13  6. 19

1343,  Twosday,  18  6. 19

Ghostpoet  No Subject, No Surrender  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M0My_Bdaw4

Freak Show  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUnqfB8PfzA