17.8.14



One thousand one hundred forty five Ebola deaths
(in the World to-day)
(I originally thought to write “fatalities” 
but then
thats something American motorists endure on Holiday Weekends
traveling for pleasure . . . and because they can afford to spend money on things such as automobiles insurance licenses gas  OH  and vacations)

                                                                      
                                             the World Health Organisation (WHO) estimated the 1,145 deaths


the bulk of those deaths are in Africa
(of course  where else)

a number
the WHO believes is vastly underestimated


vastly underestimating
is a decidedly human race trait

it allows us
as a Species
to hedge and minimize anything and nearly everything were confronted with

unless
(of course)
it has to do with net profitability ratios determined by the Business World
whose numbers are lit-up balls-to-the-wall and harken
The Next Greatest Thing Ever!
                                                                    which is always eclipsed by
The Next Greatest Thing Ever! 
                                                                                                            
                                                   a cyclic endeavor Business loves even more than men love
an agile tongue circling around and around the head of their circumcised cock
 

If we were ever to vastly overestimate anything
                                                                              it would force our hand to do something

but  this Day and Age  one has to believe thats something our Species misplaced long ago
from our genetic how-to-do chain
we cant reverse-engineer that

No Money In It

WHO knew


2145,  Saturday,  16  8. 14



2 friends had died

they hung themselves with their belts

they left widows

and both left behind more than they could possibly have fathomed or imagined

despite the enormity of their keen perceptions 
and imaginations



in due time                                                                                                                                    curious the endurance “due time” enforces on survivors


in due time
 
when things are peaceful
when humor and faith has returned
memories more satiated   or sublime



hed visit
they knew him irreverent
and hed ask who the belt manufacturers were
or was



but until then

as close as his friends were to him
                                                                                                                
he forsaked his own belts
gave them wide berth
and wore suspenders



these guys were cards
humorous
thoughtful  gentle

hed never start anything in a bar and trust them to have his back

theyd have it  --  of course  --  across the bar  yelling “protect your head  cover your face” 
while dialing 911

Mixing It Up

thatd be their idea of a cocktail party
as arcane as a cocktail party sounded
                                                                                        
hed bring outlier liquors to stymie their chemists intrigue  --  What to do  What to do 
with it  -- 
 
OH  and their invites                                                                                                                 delivered by mail
Thats elegant
and they always included that particularly odd phrase at the bottom
“Please Appropriate cocktail attire is required”
Whaddafuck
Cocktail attire
they frequented uncountable bars
right up alongside him
Cocktail attire
 
was dressed  not nude



he tried nude once
who  which one  did he piss off
he didnt remember at the moment
he ended up in their bed with one of the guests who found his nude “charming” and 
“refreshing”
and who fucked like a minx

that said  he wasnt aware of it at the time that his host also had eyes for the minx

those insights were always lost to him  and late  and had to be explained

--   You gotta tell me shit like that
A name  at least

--   Do you know her name

--   No  We didnt get around to names

--   You didnt get around to names

--   No  Whaddahell  She didnt know my name
he was indignant
You questioning my veracity

he had him stand there  --  two of his fingers repeatedly stabbing him in the chest  --  while 
he telephoned her to ask
--   . . . yes  the guy you had relations with at the party
he raised his voice over their conversation
--   Relations  No relations  We had sex  We had sex in your bed  Jesus Christ  And then 
I stripped your bed took them out to the car laundered them
And I returned them


Ah  he remembered now which was who

his nude interlewd
he loved making up new appropriate words
his nude interlewd actually allow that whiner to be consoled by another guest
who came cocktail attired
                                                                                            
and who eventually became his wife


curious how things are always fluid
flowing like water
seeking the easiest path and stasis
if you let it



they were sweet guys

really sensitive guys

they tried harder for anyone they befriended than theyd ever try for themselves

they didnt recognize within themselves the worth and value they  out of hand  provided 
to those they outreached to and helped

they were always at some rung on their ladders well below everyone else they placed 
above them

selfless


they both accused him of being selfish
--   Youre fuckin right Im selfish  You ought to try it on for size
If I cant help me first how the hell can I help others
If I dont love me first you wanna instruct me how the hell Im gonna love someone else

--   You dont understand
they were like a choral group
pitch-perfect
harmonizing
hitting the refrain like a mantra
You dont understand


he did

he could just never make them understand




he took their calls
late at night
he tried to console them




and he took what they left

no choice




he took
because they had every right to their lives   and deaths




he missed them
he just wanted to make damn-sure he didnt own one of those fuckin belts




. . . eventually


2041,  Friday,  15 8. 14