Ah
he didnt know who but he could imagine their possibly mindset the disgrace they inhabitedor maybe didnt maybe they had slipped so far from an inkling
of shared humanity that they felt whatever they did was warrantedwas fuckin
alright believing It's yours to clean up, all yours!
perhaps they had disassociated themselves
from regular societypolite society so why shouldnt it pickup the pieces
coming off the sidewalk beside
the main street he hopped up the first two stepsthen stopped his left foot poised above the thirdstopped when he saw the stillmoist dribble staining the face of the fourth concrete step
and puddle half a saucer at the crease where the two joined
someone had loosened a shit on the
concrete stoop above at the top of the fivesix steps
to either
side of the stoop were thin bushes directly above it danced slender ash limbs he had to duck beneath them as
he sidestepped the coagulated pool and spatter
whoever shit scattered dirt atop it like a cat who defecated in a catbox he hadnt thought of public walk as a catbox before
despite it he laughedretained a sense of humour he could imagine
the individual perched above and within fifteen feet of a busy city street as
a surly king or queen scepter in hand who thrilled emptying their ecstatic bowels before their kingdom
because they could they jetted their wet
BM before all the knaves serfs servants ladies and lords
Have that; I give it to you. It is yours.
it had to be gratifying
at some level he couldnt yet discern or comprehend
1448, Monday,
23 9. 19
1455, Twosday,
24 9. 19
