he disappearedhad no other choice 

                                      the hood bruised his thigh before he could completely dematerialise

                                                                                                         the driver saw him in the crosswalk the last second before impactthat didnt happen for him terrifiedhe saw his eyeshis face the driver swerved hard left and crashed into a semi that idled waiting to make a left onto the towns main artery which paralleled the highway

        a tremendous crash  the driver mistaking his gas pedal for the brake

   he didnt materialise until he was almost across intersectiondidnt attract any attention because all eyes were paying keen attention to the treacheroussmoking wrecks behind him 

   No  he wasnt going to attestbe a witness  let the driverif he survived and the authorities sort it out 

                                                                                                            hed done enough

   he wonderedbriefly  how that stress might physically have affected his body   psychically  becoming something other-dimensionally  soothed himits gentle hand assuring him that aside from the nanosecondfright which catapulted him 

     hed be fine

stepping up onto the street curbnot looking back he returned to reading 17 Dikter 17 Poems 1954  by Tomas Transtromer from new collected poems  titled 

                                     the great enigma

1410,  Twosday,  15  11. 22

 

   plash

the sound made by striking the surface of water 

                                                 poetic

splash

          to be sure it was a sound he thought he might hear when a threequarter ton pickup truck pounded a body suspended in midair a homeless man belligerently wheeling loops on a bicycle through an intersection six-lanes-in-either-direction  obliviousdisregard of noonhour traffic 

                                                          Thas mean 

Nobody asked ya addressing the inner

All because he almost clipped you . .

. . On purpose . . 

. . He embarrassed youya didnt see him coming . . 

. . Isnt embarrassment  provocation

Yasure

  Ya taunting me  donneedit 

Just sayin

   Motherfucker saw me 

                           Was tryin to be cute as cute appears to his obviously deranged or drugaddled mind

Yaknow theres never a cop around when you need one

he bellylaughed 

                   was tickled Mariachi tossed in hisher herhis two-cents

their intrusion turned homeless mans chide humorous 

                                               Can’t you walk without reading?

probably three weeks ago

1149,  Twosday,  15  11. 22

hes enjoyed uncountable hypnagogic hallucinationsnot wha he woud call them however this morning slowlywaking like oil dispersing across a watersurface he realised in his eyes or projected against the fleshveil of his eyelids constellations unlike those that bid him good night every evening before he went in to sleep 

                                                                                                no red Mars brilliant Jupiter Orion Cassiopeia Canes Ursas Andromeda Perseus Hercules

he tried imagining creatures pinpointed by stars but there was little space anif he concentrated on a small portion of sky it congealed into a ball of light thenshattered scatteredanew  brittleanplasticatonce 

                                                                                        the harder he tried the more he felt

    alien

                  losing himself

atoncefrightened he wideopened his eyes

                                  pureblack 

it held

               then shatteredfell away revealed his bedroom ceiling the light-fan fixture         back 

    he laid deathlystill as he reconnoiteredconfirmed his presence  his body 

back

               finally he rose       

2027,  Sunday,  13  11. 22

1021,  Twosday,  15  11. 22

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