19.1.23


One Stella

   Dallaswants to call it Dallas  but its Maris Roger  Maris 
                                                            “. . . my forebears counting coppers out of clackdishes are what have brought me to this station in life. Jews represent two percent of the population and eighty percent of mathematicians. If those numbers were even a little more skewed we’d be talking about a separate species.” 
howbout tha

   Yah  howbout tha
couldnt refute it
hadnt stats 


it is an act of fiction

however fiction runsup to and often through huge paper hoops tha cheerleaders hold as football players run through them

nonfiction has nothing on fiction

fiction can bury nonfiction

but that depends on whether ones sharp or can be lead around by the nose 


he dug separate species

he was confident the human species was a continuum as he often chidedchuckled  the whitest black to the blackest white 
       he wasnt one to point a finger but there were those who embraced IQ testsno matter  its evident there are cretins and creators

   eighty percent  mighty daunting


not to pat himself on the back but hes weathered Jewsfound he held his own
that said 
          he was hardpressed to find sparring partners 

brain brawn
brawn brain
taken together  the ol’ one-two combination    jab cross
                                                             can put you on your back 
an innarestin perspective 
sobering

   then up ya go  rectifying it if you can 


Ya aintno ya aint  winnin em all 
 
bout 1415,  Thursday,  12  1. 23
2304,  Thursday,  19  1. 23


angered himpeople are slobs 
                               he looked down from a bridge into the creek a doublesized mattress laid on its side hungup on debris and overhanging tree roots
Whell shit

   then the atmospheric river bullrushed California the community 


today walking over the bridgepausing as he was prone to look into the fast mudbrown watersaw vegetations hair pulled severely back at least seven feet above the creek
                                                           mattress was gonehe tried imagining the force
tumbled downstream

on his left a tree that had grown at the creek edge was now swampedsurrounded now tippedleaning from one of its downward grown branches a black bra dangled

   figures itll be till it rots 

bout 1415,  Thursday,  12  1. 23
1111,  Thursday,  19  1. 23
War  Slippin’ Into Darkness  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGROpqgra7o