it rained forty days and forty night 

   nah it didnt 

                 however to live in Californiafour years drought  two days heavy rain winds   it felt like forty

the earth a drowning man unable to absorb it unable to breathe it shed the rain

runlets creeks burgeoned 

two days later he went to the creek 

the erosion was devastating

                              from a downturned tree limb eight feet now above the testy rapid water a black bra hung from its strap 

homeless setup camps along the creekbed

he kept his eyes peeled for colour that looked like flesh

there wasnt a tit in the bra

before the next storm struck the sun exercised its brilliance ferociously probably knowing itd be shuttered again  another twothree days

                          kings majesties do not like to share their realms

walkingreading he crossed on the street between the towns historical City Hall and the Mall the fountain at its feet

people families friends gathered on the grass he glancedright returned to his book  his locomotion checked himceased Don be an asshole LOOK 

                            slipping his finger in the bookfiguring it best not to cross his unconsciousconsciousness he looked again  let the book hang from his hand like poorlyhooked bait 

                                                                          aahSEURAT  he woudave been enthused the Mall The Island of La Grande Jatte in its pointillistic splendor 

                                                                  he thought Seurat because he and his kid brother used their paper route money   Hey Maw! We’re heading out to play!   You’re not back for lunch, dinner’s at 5, you’re late no dinner.   they yelled We know! as the screened backdoor slapped home behind them they took the train into city summers to visit The Art Institute of Chicago The Island was part of its permanent collection  the painting created by daubs of paintTWO YEARS TO CREATE  blew their minds

the mall fountain would suffice for the river Seine

his brother was head over heels for Jatte

he preferred Landscape at Saint-Ouen oil on panel rough brushstrokes  also the three vowels in a row O U E excited him 

     Hey man shaddup, you know how oeuvre affects me.

Yeah do, damn near sexual, can almost imagine you jacking off to it.

he nodded 

            Yah.  Almost.

his locomotion stutterstepped 

                               his unconsciousconsciousness asked Arent ya glad ya stopped  See it fire off a cascade of memory neurons

   he nodded wasnt often he was taken offstride by his greased innerworkings 

                                                                                     Thank you

 

Yare welcome  Thank you for paying heed

1252,  Thursday,  13  4. 23

1603,  day-between-2-Ts,  3  5. 23