23.11.21

 

if he had anything going for him in his corner he was observant to a T  to the nth degree

only time his head wasnt on a swivel was when he read as he walked
                                                                           One of these days, man, you’re gonna get your ass mowed down.

Nah Got peripheral got ears
                              Anover these many years Ive developed sonar I am aware a type of observant

he told himselfconfided that
                            anwhat he eventually learned was now innate

one of his best attributes was to look up

people owned eyelevel
                         but not a couple feet above  that was nada
tried and true

he discovered that as a boy hide n seek
                                           usually played out of doors however the few times they were allowed to play insidein basements he hid in plain sight an wasnt found
                                                           he didnt hide in laundry deep sinks not under the tool bench behind the wood and metal toolboxes not in dryers he hid on top the cast iron plumbing just under the roughsawn floor joists  when he wasnt found at games end whoever was IT cried Alle, alle, auch sind frei, frei, frei. lotsa German families in the neighbourhood maybe they dictated thats how it went when the game was over he didnt question it kinda musical  just rolled off the tongue

when they played outdoors he wasnt found
                                              he climbed into the trees like a little monkey
  up
    hiding in plain sight the other kids didnt look up   kids grow into a-dolts


walking and reading his antenna firedhis head came up out of the book
                                                                          Wha he said outloud
nothing was immediately apparent

but there was something

he panned eyelevel
                     then by degrees he ticked it up until he scanned the skylineBAM 

perhaps a halfmile as the crow or hawk or whatever bird turns one on flies a redwood was driving a corkscrewed limb into the belly of the caeruleanblue sky the scene floppedone-eightied in his eyes they were always damn playful anhe imagined a chubby gorgeousblue bottle being uncorked an from it flowed wonderful creatures humours  salves salvations  bequeathed if one were so disposed

in his case it was all left to him
                                 he had a diamondhard time imagining anyone other than he noticing the pointed redtinged corkscrew protruding into the sky between the leafy live oaks digger pine boughs which madeup the reefs and crowns of the skyline
1234,  ReggaeFriday,  12  11. 21
337 preferred or 1537,  Monday – President Kennedy assassinated,  22  11. 21