cant get this out now

                       aint ever seein the light of day   no way no how

three small boys were on a dead run towards him as he approached the bridge that crossed the river dividing the town

they ran up on him breathless

he heard their approach took the book down from his face as he walked

                                                                               You mutts the winners

they couldnt saycouldnt sputter the river was wide

                                                        they nodded   they thought they were

in the distance the woman who accompanied themdeep behind a gaggle of another eight yelled her apologises

                                                                                                SORRY SORRY SO SORRY.

he shook his head UNNECERSSARY THAS UNNECESSARY 

as they closed

                They were no problem as you saw I assumed they were having a foot race

the three shook their heads no

No

one still breathlessstill shaking his head no said No. It wasn’t a race.

he sidestepped the other kids as they walked up on him

                                                             wished them Merry Christmas

in turn they acknowledged himwishing him likewise

finally their chargechaperon walked up to him

                                                  I’m sorry, the boys were rud . .

. . They were not Seemed they were having unmitigated fun

                                                                  If not now  When

she smilednoddedlaughed Yes.

                                     We’re on a scavenger hunt.

Oh joy I didnt think tha remained a thingthas good to hear

Yes. Thank you yes.

                      We have but one item remaining on our list. The boys thought you might be him.

Youre collecting men off the street

she yelped NO. Oh goodness no.

                                     Our last task is to find a man who looks like Santa.

They thought I looked like Santa

They did they did.

                     I am sorry to say you are not, you do not qualify, even if your beard were longer. If it had been I’d still have to disqualify you.

Disqualify me Youre makin me feel bad

                                             he laughed  he almost hohohoed

I’m sorry. Even if your beard were longer you’re . . how to say this . . . you haven’t . . haven't the . girth.

he cocked his head like a rooster 

they laughed simultaneously

   he choked out Ive not been accused of tha before

it went over the kids heads

not hers

finally Lotsa luck finding your Santa  Merry Christmas

still blushing Thank you.  Merry Christmas. 

Wrong he thought  matrons shoudnt blush

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1948,  Sunday,  24  12. 23

MERRY CHRISTMAS  HAPPY HOLIDAYS   BE WHAEVER THEY MAY BE     PEACE

pro football

in America

farcical

           Yah   a Farce

do your jobfunction  do wha youve trained all your lifeconditioned yourself all your life  to do

an achievement to be sure

                             which ought to sufficient    in itself  in itself in itselfinitself finite

an accomplishment

   but somewhere along the line

                                   football players were letgo  informed   saw themselves performers 

herd followed

he didnt

          with every endzone dance the sport diminishedevery performance after a receiver caught a firstdown pass a back ran a firstdown the sport diminished

whenever he sees a PLACEkicker muster a twentysomethingyard field goal point to Heavenboth hands indexfingers

he feels like he might vomitYAH a field goal

                                                asif the Divine intervened

asif Divinity has nothing better to do on any given Sunday Monday   Thursday   Saturday

   God in America?

Military in America

ZEROSUM  in America

1730,  Sunday,  24  12. 23

2208,  Sunday

Korantemaa  Dreams  (FleetwoodMac cover)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKgOHlHCkiI

Warpaint  Elephants  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOFxb0F2F2A

Okay First World   Name me something obscene

Christ. Really coming in hard out of the blue.

Think on your feet

Not an attribute I’m known for.

No

    Which is why I bring it up Im tryin to stretchexercise your mind improve you cuz Gawd knows yaneed improvement

Never too late

face a shade of perplexed You think so little of me . .

. . Ohno not at all

                   Yatend to think so much of yourself Not a You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby advertisement  Ya got so so far to go

Because he sneered you think so much of yoursel . .

. . Know thyself man know thyself

                                      Im steeped in me Hence why influencers social media advertisers shitheads one an all got nothing on me nothing for me

Not because Im right

Because Im right for me

                              Obscene

Focus  I can see youve let loosesomeone has of the string to your helium balloon

What was it?

Jeez

        First World obscene

You usually say.

Usually

          But I thought itd be nice to let you run with the ball without a blocker ahead of ya tryin to clear the way  Open field running baby

I don’t know.

Give it a moment

   I don’t know. Nothing’s occurring to me.

Awright

          A heated three car garage and storage

he could see it in his eyes dilated to pinholes

                                                 Awright  I didnt say for you to top it its not a competition though thas how bro saw it

I really have nothing.

Can you get back to me 

eyes bugged

I know I know  Stole your line

Yeah well . . don’t wait up.

   Never

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1512,  Sunday,  24  12. 23

he threatened him of course   with a split of firewood  of coarse

                                                                          hes either a recovering arsonist

or has other irons in the fire

If I were you Id drop the wood  upped the iffy situation sarcastically said Looks like white oak he knew barbecuing too

I’ll drop you, motherfucker.

                            going zero to sixty in a heartbeat  a kind of landspeed record in his experience

Youll   drop me

Damnright. 

            Move it along or I’ll brain ya.

   Or youll  try

                 Miss  Ill use it on you   he stood awkwardlywasnt in a throwing position  hed bet

I told you Go.

Nobody likes being told what to do  An Im Mr Nobody

                                                             Whas the bug up your ass man

I’m warning you Go.

the mans wife came out of the house

                                       a hand went to her mouth she looked horrified  she looked she looked fearful to speak

he must have felt herdidnt look Go back into the house, this is none of your concern.

I told you to go.

pointing to an ear Hard of hearing too much loud rocknroll growingup

                                                                        Growingup You know anything about tha

I TOLD YOU TO GO BACK INTO THE HOUSE. GO.

                                                      she turned hesitantly towards the door but like her toe caught caught she tugged tugged and tugged  then gaveup and turned back to face the misfortune unfoldingbrought on by her husbands young dog chasing his outdoor feral bigfoot who hes cared for for better than ten years

Go.

   No. Drop the wood.

You know you don’t tell me what to do . .

. . Yet you can tell me wha to do he interjected to bring the mans attention back in his direction

                                                                                                    not only did he look like hed throw the wood but might also slap her around he seen men like him before the eyes  their twisting in on themselvespresent  them somewhere elsesomewhere before   somewhere  witnessing something ugly

broken inside

Lemme guess Service overseas

Fuck you.

GI  Soldier   Coming to Americas defence

FUCKYOU.

   Ill go

Yeah you will. Go. 

                     Go walk and read your little book.

I will

      An you go back to tending your little fire

he almost threw the wood

the book was sensational Birmingham The Cruel Stars foldingmoving from one extreme spatial coordinate in a galaxy to one in another

                not what he would chose to do as he descended the drive to the street

if he could

hed have foldedup behind the man an taken the white oak out of his hands

he was going to hurt someone

                                  as damaged people do

he learned later that the man like a nephew of his tended toxic burnpits in Afghanistan

GO  America   

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