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he emphatically flipped the toilet seat up

it banged against its lid leaned on the tank

its BANG actually trembled the floor he could feel it in the soles of his feet

he thought immediately  shoddy construction

the toilet wasnt American Standard

he wasnt that enthusiastic

the baseboards were molded painted particle board  nifty    but false

not a lot of money is spent on rental construction 

despite rent paid which is nearly that of making a house payment

rentals  a cottage industry gone apeshit  before were stepping stones to owning a home a place to live while saving up
to make a substantial down payment

fine-tuned now 
                           Get ya comin Get ya goin
an that purchased homes were only a grade above this was morose


he thought of his grandparents who came from the Old Country who lived in houses there that were in excess of one hundred years old

they would throw up(crude  --  but was warranted of this travesty  --  an theyd agree) if they had to consider these subpar flinty constructions

his grandfathers were carpenters  powerfully built men who worked wood in all aspects they built houses fashioned cabinets made furniture worked all kinds of wood with hand tools handsaws which had come down to him  their crosscut and finishing saws  handles branded with their initials  braces those augers and bits hammers mallets mauls files long open tool boxes handles running their lengths often placed on the handcarts and pulled through the city to jobs or hawking work

they wouldnt have owned a power tool if you gave it to them  they were suspicious that any lackey would think they could do and make what they had nor would they understand or appreciate the unrealised value living in the product which handcrafted provided



Yes   it is a shabby shoddy world



only the wealthy can afford fine Old World workmanship and threaten or hold to disgrace poor workmanship and its miserable quality



his girlfriend asked him if hed always been confrontational or when had it dug its heels in on him

he replied his manner might be and often was seen as confrontational
but rather it was a matter of refusing to be taken advantage of
he had to be proved wrong

Hell  he said  fistfights today bring lawsuits even if youre defending yourself from one or more or rebuffing blatant provocation   Some people refuse to lose fair and square

The Wicked Witch of the West said it best  Oh what a world what a world  You remember

Who would have thought that such a good little girl could destroy my beautiful wickedness

Dont get carried away with yourself

she laughed




he finished urinating

washed his hands

he was getting out before the place fell down around his ears

the woman in the livingroom had designs on him he knew  he also knew she knew his girlfriend and shouldnt
she ought to know better

it was tough being in a world expecting less and less everyday  of things  of other people

she had too much to drink and familiar with her he offered her a ride home
  
he was aware of the dogs lurking at the edge of her lighted inebriated campfire their engorged senses picking up the clicks of her slurred speech loosened body movements
  
entering the hall and beginning up towards the livingroom he gathered her seduction in a single glance the few top buttons of her blouse surreptitiously undone hair tossed a leg up against the back of the couch her other extended down the length of it the weight of her arm scarcely concealing between her legs with the fold of her skirt the back of her thigh light peachcoloured

she was attractive
     
he crossed at the outer edge of the coffee table  votive candles lit alluringly 
 
And Im out of here you feeling better

I could feel a lot better

You could feel a lot worse

Sit down and talk with me a bit  Bring me to my senses

Your senses are just fine 
 
Come  Sit down

he was at the door reaching for the doorknob

You might as well enjoy me I gonna say as much  To everyone

And anyone wholl listen to you are welcome Anyone who knows me knows youre blowing hot air

Maybe your girl wont

Maybe    If you think shes a girl like yourself  Which is why I never asked you out

You piece of shit

Exactly  why



whatever she screamed he ignored despite its assault passing through the door now between them



Yes   a shabby shoddy world
  
                                                             when nothing beyond mean is expected




1626,  Friday,  4  12. 15
1146,  Saturday,  5 12. 15

6.12.15



I saw her last  Saturday

lit her cigarette  foreign  pungent  dark 

introduced myself

she asked me if Id like a drink as she put her silver case away

--   You slumming

--   You really asking me that

--   Icebreaker

--   Gamebreaker

--   Check  Your move Queenie

she eyed me while taking a drag

--   You like games
A player

--   Id like a drink  Spirits  Straight
Your choice

she said something out of the side of her face to the barkeep

he took down a dusty bottle  wiped off its neck cork  poured two neat
fresh glasses

she pushed one to me took the other

--   To strangers and strange

I took it

--   Strangely strange

she kissed my glass with hers  sipped

I sipped bigger

she knew her liquor

I got the next


she got the third




small talk  dark humor  other cigarettes

her evenings end she took my number

I didnt ask for hers

her game

leaving she said shed call

--   Maybe Monday


it was Thursday

I wasnt waiting

maybe I was


I went down to the tobacconist

bought a Hemingway Short Story

walking back I past a ruined shale mound

reminded me of one that a backhoe destroyed on the south end of town

trenched to put in a lighted church marque

church needed to advertise

I pulled chunks of rock out  exposed seashell fossils

paperweights  curios

placed near whalebones skulls cut-crystal decanters Id been meaning to fill

maybe I was waiting

at the foot of the shale I saw two spent cellophanes

rubbers

a broken pint of whisky

its bottom tilted  slivers like canine  a slip of liquor held



two stone knob

she held them

I took her from behind

she doubled back

said I owed her a nightcap

I said a nightcap            or a fuck

off to the side of the road

headlights dappled us

I dug how our shadows danced on the shale face

she had the cellophanes

opened her purse

they laid against her case


strange



maybe I was




I liked it 
                                                                                                                     



1550,  Thursday,  3  12. 15