SUN
sun warm on his backhis neck prickling his scalp .rejuvenating his brain rejuvenilising reinvigorating
reacquiring him
bees hummedcrawled in the
rosemary at the lusty blossoms the
succulents stood tall vibrant rainwater
engorged them
a Cuban smouldered between his fingers
a handsome bottle of Guinness Antwerpen stood beside his hand
HAPPY he
was happy
how did he qualify happy when
all things in his life werent happy
easy it was easy
he was alive
he was alive when so many he loved were dead
he was alive when so many he loved were dead
two suicides would always grieve
him
they knew what they wanted
it wasnt that they didnt want him
they just wanted out death
not feel their sadness any longer their pain
he couldnt join them in their depression
he didnt know depression
sadness yes
not depression
it wasnt part of his fabrick wasnt part of his warp or traversing weft
they didnt botch their
suicides they werent cries for help they
werent submissions their suicides were
frank honest statements I’m out of here. I won't be kept.
finches wiggled among the
rosemary branches now they ate the
blossoms the bees backed off
the apricot was
buddingapricots apricots were budding the saplings that had taken root from seed he was hopeful one day theyd bear fruit
his neighbours ventured out
he hadnt seen them in a long time
whether they were well or not he
couldnt say
he had no gauge to ascertain
their health or condition
he used to throw Wiffle balls back into their yard from his that their
boys or their boy and his friends used the fence between them as a homerun wall it was apparent some of their ballgames ended
when the last ball cleared the fence landing in his yard
when
he was a kid hed be damned to let a fence get in the way of his game hed scale it his crappy neighbours wouldnt return a ball if they found it his maw got lots of telephone calls that her
son was in their backyard Stay out of their yard she said. No What did you say to me? No I dont
care if theyre unhappy Im fetching my ball out their yard I aint hurting
anything It’s their yard. You’re
trespassing on their property. Then they
ought to be calling a cop not you
his neighbours werent his concern
his concern was his happiness
everyones concern ought to be their happiness for no one other than themselves were
responsible for it and if they were
unhappy it was theirs to correct find
he
went inside to urinate he
would rather have watered the poppies that grew in the yard but people didnt like or appreciate natural
processes they were civilised yaknow
the
Cuban was nearly finished
he set it
down for a moment beside the Guinness a
book Modernism: The Lure of Heresy who wasnt for a little heresy hair
of the dog they made him happy
no one made him happy
happiness was his pleasure it could be a chore although fortunately it never was it was never a chore or hard
it seemed to be innate who he was
hed take his lifethis ride he was
on to its very end whatever that would
be and wherever it ended it
would be too soon it couldnt be
long enough he always found
something to tease out of it
he was in love with Life
She was his great romance
all the others were
secondary to Her
Ah She bestowed him a hawk it came over the ridge crying flew over him crying I’M ALIVE then began
to spiralrise on a thermal its wings spread wide effortless
I’M ALIVE
maybe he would be reincarnated a hawk
to kill circle cry
gloriously unhinged free in the skys ocean
1409, Sunnyday,
24 2. 19
1203,
Monday,
25 2. 19
Jefferson Starship Ride the Tiger https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmJEIVZo538
