apparently some things never change
remain static hungup on tortuous
tines or penetratedstuck held fast
it was the first thing that
caught his attention
he entered a lavatory to quickly
cleanup his throat and cheeks his girl was meeting his flight an early morning one
the
flight into Seattle arrived late the cab
was late the first motel hadnt a
vacancy Then ya ought to kill the neon
boasting Vacancy the desk clerk didnt
say a word it was carbon copy at the
next motel There’s no vacancies, sir. he nodded Thats an improvement but ya ought
to kill the neon sign saying there is
getting back into the car the
cabbie said Listen, Mack . .
. . I aint Mack I aint buddy
Im
your fare anif you didnt want to drive ya shouldnt have picked me up Now yare along for the ride
the third motel didnt lie
cabbie said Thanks, Mack as he
paid the fare
he laid
singles in his palm to cover the tip then pulled two back petty yah he
wanted to make a point likely
Mack is a cheapskate the cabbie would think missing
the whole exercise
in the room he set his bag on the
bedpulled out clothes for later that morning hung them in the closet hopeful
some creases might be forgiving
he tossed his shave kit on the
bed
he stripped naked folded and laid those clothes and underwear
in his bag on top of clean clothes separating them with brown paper bags
he washed his face brushed his
teeth eyeballed his razor Awright he conceded when he looked at his mug in the
mirror
Sleep looked over
his shoulder into the mirror We’re
tired, man, you’ll nick the hell out of us. The blade’s as tired as we are, you’ve
stretched it mighty thin, maybe one too many times.
Awright he conceded
he set an alarm for a quick nap
and laid down
felt like he just closed his eyes
the clock soundedFUCK
that was really quickhe snoozed it it sounded againI snoozed youhe
killed it
he woke with a jolt
voluptuous naked women were dusting the room artistically with coloured powders
he recognise two they dated
he knew all the women
the two recognised each other they became furiouswent after each other tooth and claw he wasnt worth it
like a miraculouscoloured cyclone twistingwhorling an exotic birds plume they
enmeshed a torrent of struggle
their powders scattered seedingspeckling the others
he
WOKE
FUCK
the time
FUCK
he
snatched the telephone off the bedstandcalled a cabwashed his faceyanked his
clothes free from the hangersthrew them ongrabbed his bagwent out the doorsettled
up with the clerkmet the cabsped to the airport LINES
the September Eleven hangover badly handled
They hate us! They won’t to change us! they had changed America wholesale they didnt miss one single unintended trickcreated
niche marketsbusiness opportunitiesCorporate America said it felt the countrys
pain but profited in the hunredbillions on its Fear one had to be blind to miss the fists full of
cashthe cha-ching of fixed slot machines the games not paying out their sacks
of cash growing exponentially
Go to Disneyland! Bushwhacker
extolled anwhile Americans spent money
they didnt have Bush & Co put the war in Afghanistansuddenly the war in Iraq
on Americas creditcard
Bushie didnt demand the country to
sacrifice to pay for them
Cheney tugging his cock incited
government to privatise the efforts
who
he spoke to was none of Americas business there was no transparency they could be trusted somehow Cheney and his crew werent accountable to anyone or any agency
trickledown at work the rains been holding up for more than forty
years Wait for it. Wait for it.
Eventually. Be patient. they don even cover their mouths when
they laugh anymore CEOs eating Americas lunch
with both hands . . . Wait for it.
he got through the lines quicker
than he thought he had just enough time
he went to a lavatory
opened his shave
kit wetted his throat and cheeks lathered them with soap from the airport
dispenser beneath the mirror and began shaving
he heard someone walk in behind
him they urinated noisily Awshit! they said
he looked in the mirror the guy was fumbling with his cock putting it
away when the man turned he could see that
his trousers were speckled with urine Shit. the man wiped his slacks
with his hands Sonofabitch. he walked up to the sink beside himoblivious
of himsnatched paper towels from a dispenser and vigorously went after the speckles he mauled the specklingmeld it into
one darker colour probably wouldnt be
recognised unless someone was looking for it
the man turned from the mirror ballingup
the paper towel and tossed it at the receptacleDENIED it rolled off the lip and fell onto the tiled
floor
still shaving carefullywatching in
the mirror he saw the man walk past his failed shothe didnt pick it uphe didnt
wash his hands
he was a businessman
HUH
he felt he had time he watched other businessmen enter and use
the urinals many left without washing their
hands
HUH
some things never change
he could have bet money on it
seemed
the practise was more pervasive than even he would have given it credit
once upon a time it might have been a
coin flip
now seveneight of ten
fifteensixteen of twenty
Dismal
Pigs
never shake a businessmans hand
like shaking
their dick
he almost missed his flight
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