it began with shund  Yiddish   sensational literature

                                                           pulp fiction noir  A Man Lies Dreaming

Wolf a private dick admits to the reader  “. . . not her breasts, her inguen . . .”

                                                                                      inguen

he hadnt a clue

                  Googled itGROIN  area where the inner thigh meets the lower abdomen often including external genitals

    inguen 

            apparently her gown was more diaphanoustranslucent than he was lead to believe

he liked the word an awful lot

only fishhook a G  could be barbed but hed insist it wasnt

angler couldnt land a fish on an unbarbed hook he was a hack

                                                                    Get off the river

even if subsistence fishing

                               GO

See your sorry ass again youll be chum

he was passionate possibly   unhinged about about fairplay   equality

 

Miss writing today

he shrugged  I manage two . .

. . Short

Ja

Too short pieces

No

    I crafted them to be short  Brevity   Precision

You had nothing to elaborate

    I have

            The Mall

But you didnt

I did not

           The Mall needs elaboration in order for it to reveal wha I did not see an why I didnt

My eyes averted too intent on seeing somethinganything  in that projected darkness

Rembrandt

Exactly

         Getty I believe   Many years ago

Paintings of Jesus Christs disciples  two three   faces heads executed in golden candlelight but  in the deepening black background  one really had to look  instruments of their trades figurative testaments why Christ made them his disciples

                                  Utterly fascinating

I hadnt seen such depth since years earlier at the Museum of Modern Arts VanGoghs exhibit

Two masters

Ja

      They abound if only one were to look

Ive watched a onehunredfifty year oldolder  tree  get takin down in six hours

                                                                                    Can you imagine

No

      I was present if you were

I might not have been interested

Shoud have paid attention

                              Deft execution with chainsaws

Onehunredfifty years erased in half a day

                                             I mourned every chaincut  Every limb every length every slab

Rembrandt 

             In the Malls blackdeepening concourse people walking up out of it as I walked into it alone shapes oozing momentarily into existence then disappearing  consumed

The shapelessness intrigued me

I understand

               Geometric forms trouble you Edges Cells  Squares 2D  Cubes 3D  suddenly appearingsuddenly fracturingsuddenly disappearing

                                                         Sliced precision  Hacked blunt

Did your eyes shy did they not see  disobey you

                                                     Or offer youfeed you something other

No

      Not betray me  Theyre familiar with wha Im familiar

Were they are they

                     Your experiences are founded in your sightyes though also through hearing smell touch taste

Then that something more  Intuition

                                        That thing Ive heard scream at youSTOP 

You did like you were shot

Ja

     Stopped dead in my tracks

For a moment later had I not Id be dead

                                                Youd be dead

Ja  Id be wed all be dead

I have to be careful

                        Like cats nine lives  Ive STOPPED    Think Ive used six seven of em

    The Mall

Wha was in the dark that compelled you through the shoals of humanity pouring against you heading away briskly  from the darkness

Subtle fear I believe

                       I felt if I slapped my hands together hard they boltmow one another down

To escape something they did not know

 

    The unknown

                      Fearful of the unknown

But youd let it overtake you

                                You were walking into it

I was

Anwhy

 

    I was curious

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