he came left around a street corner and lifted his head from the book he was reading to glance ahead at the concrete walk for belligerent cracks steelposted signs lowhanging tree limbs the upcoming terrain hed entertain while his head down

some people thought if he went blind hed be in his element

Assholes

I wouldnt be able to read the words Would I

he found himself not twenty metres behind two teenage girls 

he hadnt seen them cross in front of him

too engrossed with Thin Air

he withheld his usual summary glance

he watched

So whas the hell with pigtails that made his ardor rise he asked himself because that would be the deviantwouldnt itthat thing inside him that provoked him and he had to wrestle withcouldnt allow free rein animus?  the handful for his anima to diminish  and if not  at least temporarily throttle

to be honest he was terribly prone to allowing his animus its way although draumatically inclined when he interacted with other men against them  some men are misogynists he was a misandrist toss religion in the mix he was a misandChrist he despised religiondespised patriarchy  they werent separated by a hairs breadth

he watched

             he dug the ones pigtails  what wasnt there to enjoy about youth  squandered while hewe had it  the human condition

probably genetically predisposed

conditioned

it couldnt be from a base desire to dip the ends of her pigails in the inkpot at school  despite the grade school desks he used through junior high had wells to set a jar of ink insidetheir surfaces spattered and inkfreckled 

                                                                                                         his animus encouraged him to think the Pollockstyle spatter was from the girls quibblingyanking their pigtails free from violating hands rather than unsteady or sloppy hands withdrawing their pen nibs filled to brimming

pigtails or high ponytails

                            even without the Catholic schoolgirl garb which Asiatic girls (and playful women) were still submitting to when Catholicism should never have been allowed to take hold – its missionaries – as in America – the indigenous people should have slaughtered those pious white men and whiteskinned fortune seekers either when their feet touched the shore or when they were found inland

Why hadnt they

these intruders were compelled  Pope Alexanders bull  1493  Inter Caetera  conferred on them the Right to colonise convert and enslave the Native people

however ofcourse that was his anima interrupting him trying to be heady pulling him back from his more coarse nature his animus

although  simply it occurred to him as he dropped his eyes back into his book that pigtails and high ponytails would alwayseternally be young

                           and he wasnt

he also wasnt stupid

which helped

still  he was happytickled he saw the girls pigtails and that his mind flipped back joyously to a time when he could have played with her and not be impugned

1600ish,  Sunday,  7  7. 19

1138, Monday,  8  7. 19

https://www.nlm.nih.gov/nativevoices/timeline/171.html

https://newsmaven.io/indiancountrytoday/archive/on-the-papal-bull-sublimis-deus-YKaoCEEyB02MJ67Oui-gAg/

Ghostpoet  One More Sip  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMl93oYmcao

Your life passes as if in a dream . . . 

                                      and while he didnt know who said it or if it had been attributed to anyone . . its simple eloquence waxes  its meaning undeniably understood

and when he hears it or reads it he cant help but wonder about those whose lives are or were nightmarish what would describe how their time passed because those are voices we prefer not to hear we looked awaywe deny we ever heard their cries

also  undeniably understood

regrettable

            but undeniable

a fetish  of sublime ignorance

                                but he couldnt deny them their voices  and certainly not on the petty ordersthe distain of someone and someone else and someone else 

those who are down the chain couldnt be blamedcould they for gagging those pleading voices staunching them  quieting them  what . . killing them

                                       because some people wont be shutup they refuse

those whose lives pass as if in a dream are likely the same people who die in their beds

he had a problem with that

                            he had a problem with those who might ask him or proclaimednot say proclaimed  their bucket list

a bucket list 

              really  made him flinch

he was grateful he could afford a roof over his head and eat he was grateful he and his wife raised daughters who were intelligent and took to reading learning like fish to water  their education was their jobs when they were young so later they would make something of themselves  and did

a bucket list is a declaration of entitlement 

maybe when everyone could have a bucket list he might answer their question 

in the meantime  blatantly NO

every day he was alive an healthy an imaginative was a single drip that made up his headwaters an creek an stream an river  made up that inebriated lightscribbled continuum that lapped the sides an tickled other peoples buckets

2253,  Sunday,  23  6. 19

0949,  Monday,  8  7. 19

Ghostpoet  Off Peak Dream  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiWvczb_hhg