10.3.21

 

 

he stopped razzin his buddyhis head popped up Whas that he turned his headpiqued his ears  where was it coming from 
       Man whas that

his buddy quieted hed heard it toolistened for it too 
                                                           Hard . . to say.

they listenedoblivious of each other 
                                     a competition  whod win this one   theyd been at each other since they were kids they might have been curious to know their win-lost tallies 

they quit competing for women longago 
                                           hed slept with two of his buddys girlfriends it didnt console himhe wasnt trying when he told himwhen he fessed up Man alls fair in love and war They came onto me

he said You’re supposed to be my friend.

I am I told yabout them yawouldnt listen to me  So lets say  actions speak louder than words I suspect they wont deny it 
        Whod deny gettin their rocks off
They’re women! he was abrupthurt


They got rocks They got rocks everybit as much as we do

 

One of these days, man; I’m gonna sleep with one of your girls.

Nah Wont happen

Won’t happen? 
               Why won’t it happen?
Yaknow  Im not saying   No fuckin way Id air the reason reasons why

Cocksure, you’re always so cocksur . .
. . In regards to you and I yah Weve known each other a long fuckin time we could complete sentences for the other if we put our minds to it 
                          Yawanna refute that 

Hard . . to say.

 



Sounds queer

Hell, yes.


Cant make it out  not quite

 

Sounds like . . . slobbering.

Fuck no sounds like knives  slapping together singing blades

Knives?

Yah


That’s uncomfortable.

Its only uncomfortable if the sound keeps coming this way

his eyes bugged 
                  Man, that’s really uncomfortable.
An thats why we got legs

 

they stoodup from the table they were sitting at

if they had to go they werent gonna trip over the table and chairs inanimate things have a way of getting in the way 

windows doors

fences

croquet wicketsfuckin assassins  didnt matter how fuckin high ya brought yer knees up
 
0721,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  3. 21
1119,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10  3. 21

 
         comedic Texas senator Cancun Cruz refuses today to vote to confirm Merrick Garland as U.S. Attorney General because he was not satisfied the Honourable Merrick Garland wouldnt politicise the Department of Justice as it had been politicised during the Obama – Biden administration 
                                                              the Court jester disregarding the former president and his Attorney General William Barr

Box score 
            Barr confirmed 54-45
 
            Garland confirmed 70-30

1829,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  10 3. 21


the sky before him was frighteninglyblue 
                                          it was oppressive                      

he was tempted not to continue in the direction he walkedtempted to return from where he came 

why he left he couldnt saydidnt remember 
                                                        how long had he been walking
he couldnt recall

it had to be before daylight 
                            didnt it

he couldnt say


where was he going


he hadnt a clue
                remembering   he laughed to himself  Im walkin here though not remembering where he was walking 
humour helped him transcend confusion irritation  upset    helped on his waywherever he was going


still nothing  NADA




the sky upset him 
                  frighteninglyblue  then his eye caught something down at the sharp horizon
it hooked his eye
like a fishhook
tugged on it
                          better follow along than resist    hook tears out the eye
he liked it right where it was

 

 

a tree it seemed to be a tree   jetblack etched against the frighteninglyblue like a crack in fine china  a violation abused

 

 


closer
      the tree was barren  leafless   blackheavy trunk  guessseveneight metres up splits in three  left and center are ominous  branched   the right limb is snappedjaggedly off  threefour metres of accusingblackness

 


closer
      it resembles ascending lightning   a blackshard spit out of the earth 


closer
     ohshit O shit   OHSHIT  its not a treethe skys cracked a jeblackness depth behind the skycurtain
                                                                                                             he begins to backpedalnot taking his eye off it Take the eye I donwanit hoping he hadnt approached too closehadnt made itmade it aware of him

blackshard
ascendinglightning
frighteninglyblue

                the blue grewbluer
                                   black grewblacker
                                                       it pursued himhe turned to r . . .
  

 

 

The past is never dead. It’s not even past.

0619,  Twosday,  9  3. 21
1234,  Twosday,  9  3. 21
Faulkner