out the corner of his eye things were fuckedupwere  cruelly elasticmorphing

   he caught a glance of a wroughtiron handrail feign to lurch across the concrete stepswhip at his legs  

                                                                                                             stoppingglaring it acted like whas your problem old man 

the tree beyond it smiled and bowed

a bush at its feet snickered then crawled off snatchingup paper waste and dull pillbugs

he shook his headshook it off 

                               blinked like a madmanclearing his eyes

slapped the railing

                    stout

eyed the tree

               it hadnt a waist 

the bush 

          festooned with candywrappers papercrap was rooted

at the foot of the steps he crossed to the other side of the street went back to his reading 

   someone on a bicycleON the fucking sidewalk tossed its shadow into his legs 

                                                                                    he almost trippedtumbled

rearingup he spuncrying Motherfucker whas the idea

the rider had disappeared around the street corner 

                                                        if they had even been 

seems people and things just coudnt let him be as he walked and read 

How do you do that?

Practise Lotsa practise

                            now he had to practise dodging cruel phantoms and falling leaf shadows

1330,  Twosday,  21  2. 23

1242,  Thursday,  23  2. 23

Santana (Everlast)  Put Your Lights On  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCBS5EtszYI