not haiku . . more like hawking a loogie

he was a sucker for the unexpected

                                         but that was because he never expected anything

1226,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  29  5. 19

he walked to the library reading

he usually didnt take the book from his face until he was at its vestibule 

                                                                            but he was crossing new groundchanging things up turning billygoat to mount a small inclinestep between established rosemary cuttings plastic sprinkler heads over irrigation tubing

when he ascended he popped out onto a parking lot for a business building that stood across the plaza from the library

he hadnt had occasion before to understand what businesses operated there they werent businesses he might need or frequent

the first elegant frosted glass labeled door astonished him

the address was 666 Capistrano Suite 1

the business was Lipo-Reduction

beneath it he read CoolSculpting

                                 immediately he thought of soap and Fight Club and Robert Paulsonhe knew a Michael Paulson growing up Michael was a sissy a kind boy he got beatup a few times for defending Michael he also beat a few guys who hadnt the grip or mental gymnastics to understand his sympathy for Michael

Michael was who he was

nobody deserves to get beat for who they are

courageously Michael was Michael

CoolSculpting  

                     groovy

he sputtered kudos to marketing creating language for desirable products  short cuts that otherwise might be achieved with hard work

easy tends to supersede hard 

                                but he preferred a hard-on to an easy-on DO I GET AN AMEN BROTHER?!

the proposed CoolSculpting  albeit on a door beneath a hi-tech awning reminded him of a billboard he passed on the highway which advertised SIMPLE IVF in vitro fertilization 

                                                                aint a damn thing simple about in vitro

were people that gullible

he didnt like to think so  

he shared a blood-type with them DNA  last time he wore a dunce cap was in grade school         

1421,  Friday,  24  5. 19

1407,  Twosday,  28  5. 19

Daughter  New Ways  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBXk4XtuFEY

not exactly cockblockedNo no

                                  he wasnt exactly sure what the word was  hed have to give some thought a moment

to say what it was

but it was certainly something   yet named Dont rush me dont rush me  Itll come   Itll come

he recognised himthe guy from the magazinethe snack shop in the airport

he hadnt considered the long game for his tripthat he needed change coins singles for the kiosksthe automated machines for the light rail for bus tickets  money had been taken out of the hands of their operators drivers no petty cash  seemed companies had convinced themselveswere sure their employeesgiven half-a-chance would rip them off

of course they didnt see it from their employees side 

companys are inherently untrusting

                                      and then they dont understand why their employees didnt trust them

a stupid ask

so not having played the long gamehis smallest bill a twenty he needed ones and hard money which he didnt likehe didnt like any weight or torque in his pants other than his dick

so he stopped at a News & Gifts to absolve him of his sins and purchase a cellophane packet of Reeses Sweet & Salty to party in his mouth  limber up change

he went and stood at the back of a line of four

then a man saddled up uncomfortably close behind him

some people had no sense of personal space

granted  his personal space was probably the size of Montana so he left unsaid Christ man yawanna back off

passiveagressively when the lined moved forward  he didnt

the man behind him actually bumped into him

he turned Excuse me

the man had dull eyes The lines moved

Yes it did

Theres still three people ahead of me Four ahead of you

I aint gonna crowd no one the man wasnt taking a hint We have plenty of time before its our turn

he didnt say anything 

he stepped back one step

that was all he was willing to concede

then there were two ahead of him

still he didnt step forward

he heard the man grunt

let him

when there was a single customer ahead of him he stepped forwardthe clown gave him no spaceas if he drafted off him he left unsaid Christ asshole

he still left a good six feet between himself and the woman ahead of him making her purchase

the woman had several questions that he heard but didnt pay attention to her asks

the News & Gifts operator was very patience

three more people had entered the line behind his parasite they were loosey-goosey standing a couplethree feet off each other

not that parasite noticed

he was too busy standing still draftingnot a foot off his bumper

when the woman ahead of him completed her purchase she stepped away hurriedly perhaps somewhat embarrassed her transaction took as long as it did as she stepped awayaverted her eyes from the line that formed she wasnt aware that she dropped a granola bar

stepping into the wide space he left her he went to a knee to gather the granola bar and called to her Maam Maam youve dropped something!parasite nearly tripped over him 

he grabbed the granolastood abruptly and turned to his irritant Yawanna back off  Youll get your turn

still 

     no apology

he was beginning to think the man hadnt a tongue

the woman turning to his bark became more flustered 

No Youre fine  Here he stepped out of line to hand the bar to her and the while hoping that the man dare to take his space before the register

he didnt

at least he wasnt dumb and mute

he made his transaction  the operator was kind enough to give him singles and a couple bucks of quarters for his change

he deliberately took time to thank her for her kindnessher generosity

he turned left to leave so he had one last momentone last look at his hemorrhoid

the not dumb but mute hemorrhoid did not meet his gaze

Thats awright he thought  he might have been terrified if hemorrhoids had eyes

he made his way to the end of the concourse 

somehow unerringly his gate was always at the furthest end of the concourse when he flew

he accepted it

he thought it was awright because he didnt fly very oftennot once a yearmaybe once in three or four

he preferred driving 

                     and driving he tried to take his trips following the blue lines on the roadmap yes roadmaps are still a thing the blue lines were twolaned roads a lane in either direction it was an affection he had an affection for a trip a sum of all his travel not about arriving at his destination not Beam me up, Scotty! he had affection for process for character development patience his many many broken bones informed his patience

he sat on the floor leaned against a wall which was berth to having the best view of most all the gates at the concourses deadend seven to be exact

his flight wouldnt depart for another hour and a half

he gazed

he read

he wrote

fifty minutes into his patience fulfillment a very attractive woman strode into view from the long corridor that lead into the concourse deadend

                         and she stopped walking and stoodfast musing he could see thoughts roiling in her expression

unaware she squared her shoulders toward him unslung her bag from her shoulder placing it on the floor and squatted before it

she had tossed her dark hair loosely atop her head  it held  strands artfully hung to the sides of her face 

she wore glasses

they slipped to the end of her nose

she wore a purple rose plaid shirt black jeans black workman low-heeled boots 

leaning over the top of her bagseveral of her top buttons unbuttoned  her shirt opened it offered him a pleasant view of her cleavageher breasts held in a black lace bra
                                                   and no sooner than the reveal began not-dumb but mute hemorrhoid entered the concourse not ten feet from him not ten feet from her and seeing what he saw the man stopped deadstanding directly in his line of vision

he should have killed him in the News & Gifts shop

no

it wasnt a cockblock

he wasnt exactly cuckolddefinitely denied 

denied

but denied is dull

fuuck

then he could make out that she stood up out of her squat 

the show over hemorrhoid continued his saunterparticularly because she began walking in the direction of where he had stood and he wasnt too-dumb to be caught staring

as she came up on him he pulled up his legs so not to trip her  their eyes met

she smiled

of course she had a beautiful smile

it was the exclamation point topping her off

Good afternoon he said

Yes, good afternoon. 

and she was past him

and Yes  she was as attractive going as she was coming

fuuck

then over the intercom played the soft strings of an instrumental Strangers in the Night

fuuck

he didnt know what the word was

frustrated would have to suffice

1019,  Thursday,  16  5. 19

1051,  Monday,  27  5. 19

Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah  off LSD  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6C_6jeT_Ft8

Frank Sinatra  Strangers in the Night  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5h_EW4odWw