karaoke

harikiri   

karaoke    

harikiri

(he often confused the two)

                              theyre performance bits and pieces

ya donwanna get crossed or confused

                                                                      

and then

rather than mocking and singing

youd be encouraged by a willful second to spill your slivered guts across a stage 

                                                                                 

no reason then to amplify your caterwaul into a mike

or need pay attention to the bouncing pearl-white sing-along ball lyrically

going from top of a word to top of a word  word top to word top

and the while

it wearing a beatific leering smile

when it was originally introduced to entice neophyte singers or whomever wished to follow along

or choose to neglect it

Performance bits and pieces

--   Thats right Ladies and Gents

Dont move a muscle

Its Theatre

Here for your viewing pleasure

Participants have been gathered from among the plebeians crowded beside you to help you remove your arms from your sides to cover your eyes with your hands

or applaud

or encourage

Thats correct

For your viewing pleasure

your entertainment or disgust

                                 Presenting  Our generous bits and pieces              

Throbbing hearts Visualized!

Weve got it all!

Weve spared no expense! 

                            to share with the not-so-faint-of-heart or the desperately squeamish

and for those Reasons alone

a distinct incentive

                     to learn the English Language   

so not to confuse and perform harikiri when you only meant to sing karaoke 

0245,  Wednesday,  25  3. 15

1809,  Monday,  30  3. 15

Brother Bob Diegos boithday

secretly(inside his head)

he rifled bookshelves in peoples homes

in a deliberate attempt to assess if their literary  nonfiction interests

or those tomes that comprise their antilibraries(books unread) might jive with his own

inevitably  it was a fascinating exercise 

outwardly  people might not reflect themselves

or they were exactly who they appeared

he never tired of the inquisition

and no one ever died for perceived inequities

they hadnt been living there very long

just inside a year which coincided with absences for contracts outside the country

yet they had established three separate bookcases along the walls of their livingroom

and per subtle asks he learned they also had a bookcase in their bedroom holding books nearest and dearest them

they divvied their books between shelves by subject matter

                                                                                                biology astronomy science

as for a few blatant outliers

science dominated the largest and tallest bookshelf which stood on the wall that lead into the hallway to their bedroom and bathroom

off the dining area  at the back of a third chair its back to the livingroom  beneath a long picture window  was a low shelf that contained miscellaneous books

on its far left  laid on its side atop commensurately bound books  was a light gray volume

on its spine  written top to bottom so that it could be read as it lay  was Wild Kuche

Wild Kuche arrested him

It took his imagination hostage

--   Wild Cooch

he said absently  and aloud

 

--   Excuse me

--   The book  Wild Cooch . . .

--   Kuche . . .

--   Idve thought thatd make the bedroom stack . . .

--   Its not what you think

--   Please dont correct what I think

This is delicious

This story is better for it

Itll be far far better if we let my imagination remain unhinged  unsatisfied

--   Youll attach my name our names to it

--   Hell no

No proper names or sex                                                                                                                 

Youll simply become He-Who-Has-Wild-Cooch

like a Native Indian name

I have no problem protecting guilty or innocent sources

All I intend to do is drop the title in mixed company and step away as the incited flames and conflagration grows

Youre immaterial

Aint like youre walking around wearing a t-shirt touting Wild Kuche

You couldnt  sorry to say  not that youd fight me on this  pull off a Wild Kuche t-shirt

I could                           

Though for all the wrong reasons

My reputation precedes me

like a crazed ape on a discomforting chain 

Its soiled

Your reputation

on the other hand

is safe with me

Wild(Kuche cringed as he heard it) horses couldnt tear it away from me

Not your name

Not out of me                    

Wild whores . . . I might break

Though typically I do my best not to be aligned or find myself among amidst  or in the comfort of wild whores . . . rooting for truffles . . or Jerusalem chokes .

You can trust me

I think you know that

--   Its Kuche

not cooch

--   Im not picking up the inflection

A cooch is a Kuche is a cooch

 --   I suppose theres no arguing the point

--   None 

--   Call me He-Who-Has-Wild-Cooch

Sunday afternoon,  22  3. 15

1928,  Monday,  30  3. 15

swaddled  hermetically sealed

choke on that

starved

incarcerated

kept

the house denied dreams of dreamers

a turnkey

nothing came in on its Watch

and when something tried to incur inside 

that seedling
that bright fresh white potential  beginning to smile  was plucked from its sleepy loam
its hungry fledgling taproot trailing

                                                         plucked like an offending eye from a soft green skull

Not on Its Watch

it was a stalwart triplex

neatly  handsomely bricked

it hadnt allowed a dream

since it was built in '39

                                       intimidating the rest of its Ballard Block  and herald across

the nooks inlets locks sounds and gulfs of the Seattle Basin

Untold

were the billions of dreams it denied

Happily

0950,  Sunday,  22  3. 15
Happy Boithday, Brother Bob Diego