assassinhands of the clock

    see the old man

hes been every tick of every clock of every time-enslaver since he was born

a coolie

        a kuli-slave  deaf slave    deaf to the myriad ticks

human beings are dictatedarranged arraigned  deranged by time

untimely  late

                our independence

times escaped criminals

                             for the time being

eventually whirlingprowling secondhands find us have us again by throat

theres one clock we confide in

that is our unique assassin

                              other clocks are accomplices keeping an eye on us for it  surveilling us

and as they watch they reel and grin arms wild hands spasmodic  enthralled

                                                                                   because theyre in on our murder and anticipate it like children waiting for when Christmas comes to unwrap their pretty wrappedanribboned gifts

they expect our compliance

                              murderers must have their murdered

and because the old man knows this he goes out and smashes clocks

he kills the killers

                     then returning home near senseless with joy and optimism he patiently waits to turn his voluptuous hourglass  she has seduced him with her soft movement her subtle goldengrains of sand

he believes because she hasnt hands she wont be partywont be watchingwont  be a voyeur when he dies

she quietly reminds him of the Sandman who hums Smoke Gets in Your Eyes when he tireswhen his head nodswhen he retires to bed

               and as he strips the bed down changes into his nightshirt she mutters Old man, you better dream like a motherfucker because you aren’t coming back from this ride.

shes in on it  shes time

                           . . . cool bluewater . . . hes swimming like when he was a boy . . . he shakes its grasp  like a flyingfish sails over the sundappled sparklingsurf . . . the water grays  darkens . . . tick . tick . tick . tick . tick . cuckoo . Where? he wonders . . . he struggles to breathe . . . hes suffocating . . . he thinks I’m dying . . . You are . . . You filthy pig! . . . Old man . tick . tick . Are you that greedy? . tick . tick . tick . You’ve had a longer life than most . tick . tick . cuckoo . You’ve outlived everyone you knew . tick . tick . tick . tick . the sound of clots of dirt spadefuls replace the black lapping waves . tick . tick . lapping at the edge of his unconsciousness . . . he thinks he can beat it Wakie! Wakie! he tells himself . . . Open your eyes, open your eyes! he urges himself . tick . . . but he cant . tick . tick . he tries to pinch himself . tick . cuckoo . but he cant . tick . he cant move . tick . tick . hes under blackwater . cuckoo . . . I’m not coming back.

pitchblack

    TICK . TICK . TICK . . hears assassinclock as it kills him         

2316,  Tuesday,  14  9. 04

345preferred,  Saturday,  22  6. 24

The Platters  Smoke Gets in Your Eyes  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHJRJC_5gzY

Chamber Brothers  Time Has Come Today  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIqwzQ7g-Cc

Which is she?

sensuous v. sensual

                      thadbe a great trial to attend

sensuous refers to physical tactile pleasure or beauty

sensual sexual pleasure

Shes both

            I said she was wired exquisitely   She is exquisite

Exquisite?

            he could see by his expression hed not been with an exquisite woman

of all the women hed been with only she hed call exquisite

                                                                 Yes

How do you mean?

You tell me whaya think

Delicate.

No

     Weve been rough

Then I don’t know.

Pretty feeble

You have to insult me?

When the depth of your sounding is so shallow

                                                       Yes I do

Probably feeblesquared

So you tell me . . 

. . Because youre thick

    Her senses are so exquisite  its asif her skin was flayed  nerves  exposed raw   asif rubbing third degree burns

Immense pleasure immense pain

That doesn’t sound good.

    Shes exquisite

                       Her mind likewise

Ill never meet a woman like her again

1739,  Thursday,  20  6. 24

1244,  Saturday,  22  6. 24

James Gang  Ashes the Rain and I  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUr1wVf29b8

    Whadafuck was tha about

they shruggedalmost looked choreographed

No one

            Usually you monkeys are gnawin at the bit

one with their hands stuffed in their pockets stepped forward

Yah

      Wha

We havent a fuckin clue either

                                 they stepped back again into the throng

his Mariachis speechless

will wonders never cease

he thought they were children

they were dressed like children

he pulled reluctantly into a gas station to use the Mens Room

curiously the Mens and Ladies Rooms were separated by the store inside the gasoline station

usually plumbing is kept close

a key wasnt needed for the Mens Room

the door was wideopen

even with it open the foetid bathroom miasma was thick

entering he was greeted by a stained sink coldwater tap only a scratched metal mirror above it  

opposite the sink was a tall urinal with standard gnawed chewing gum cigarette butts at ones toes pieced octagonal tiles were bleached of color by urine

the stall door was loosely held shut by a clotheshanger

as he enterednegotiated what was an asshole of a bathroom a kid ran up behind him Pleaseplease I really have to go lemme go first I really gotta go

he was slightly impacted but could hold it

kid noisily relieved himself

as they jimmied the hanger to get out a second kid rushed in pulled the same bit  PleaseI think Im going to crap in my pants

kid groaned loudlyexploded into the pot 

he discerned an echo

undoing the latch exiting a third raced in bullrushed the stall I REAALY GOTTA GO

caught his eye

kid had stubble

he slammed the door swinging closed with the heel of his hand the guy had undone his belthis pants were coming down he stoopedgrabbed him by the armpits lifted him off his feet turned planted him before the urinal

                                                                                                       After me chum

his guts grumbled

feces at the door

ached

       before squatting he confirmed there was toilet paper

they werent kids

they were midgets

fuckin taken advantage of by midgets

at City Limits was a poster

                             CIRCUS COMING TO TOWN

fuckin clowny midgets

hed been hoodwinked

flipping the latchthinking that was probably THE MOST disgusting toilet he ever relieved himself in midget stood in his way

     I shit in my pants

Listen man thumbing over his shoulder  Might have been far better than shittin in there 

0808,  Saturday,  22  6. 24

1123,  Saturday

Stones  Can’t Always Get What You Want  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dfYcQ_r_x8

she hesitatedhe didnt

                             she groaned  I didn’t think you’d shoot.

Awkid ya know me better

they had always at oddswere kids together played doctor they were good at that but they saw things differently separate  drastically

didnt gel

grew apart

her violence

             her viciouswords rhetoric how she intoned growled  violated  battered as ferociously as his fists but unlike his her bruises took longer to heal  were deep psychic  blackdoubt infected infested

his compassion was hard won

hers less

birdshot dimpled the rifle stock disabled her hand wrist forearm caught her in the belly in the groin fabric would have to be picked out of her wounds

I didn’t think you’d shoot.

Ive always been quicker than you

                                     You think

I react

What were you thinking

    Wouldn’t you like to know. 

0808,  Saturday,  22  6. 24

Nancy Sinatra  Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEFa4ztm9P0