Its 1234 in the morning  

                                      of course it is

Im listenin to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOlAd5bG_Zk                                                  

                     FKA twigs  

                                      shes perfect for this time of the morning

but thats me @ 1234

                                  ever more inclined to See in the AM rather than the PM

AM countdowns are ridiculously more promising than one stuck  wedged between my ribs  like a shiv in the back
than a countdown in the middle of the daythe middle of the day too damn bright too damn complicated   restricting

an too fuckin mundane for me to appreciate

                                                                        or even attempt to qualify
besides I just knocked off of a ten-hour workday

workin stiffs get me

at home I threw together a dinner of beans an franks(which Id been lookin forward to very much) an while I ate I drank two beers slipped in between shots
I was apoplectically vivified

                                             goddamned outright Angelic!(Look at me throwin down on the Blessed  challenging It to a showdown @ High Noon with guns ablazin) enjoying every bite and sip  

they were worth their wait worth their weight in gold

however   anyes I know I get it

its only me an my take on things

an anyones welcome to their assessment(while I blow my nose hard so I cant hear em)

they wont influence me one way or another

I can See it  

                  to each his own

but if you come up short I havent any respect for you

                      

by my standards yer absolute whaleshit                                              

                                                                   an aint nothin sinks deeper on this planet than whaleshit 
 

I get it!

Yes!

   theres all sorts of healin salves in the Worldsalves that get us from one day to nextlet us set one foot down in front

of the other

help MOVE US forward  

as Ive said already  To each his ownHis fuckin own

but isnt thats the delight of our livesTruly!  our utter differences(or indifference)

0034,  Friday Christmas Day,  25  12. 15

0141,  Sunday,  27  12. 15

looking down the barrel of New Years

rather than having an holding the bitter metaltaste of it in your mouth

an wondering

                        if the gun is loaded

what it will bring

or not

if your fingers are crossed in hope

you cant manipulate or undo its knots

if your eyes arent peeled

you wont see the conjurer coming to try an to pull the wool over them

if you arent listening for peoples lies

you will be lied to

if you dont have your nose to the wind

like any prey you will be preyed upon

   

an if God is thanked for everything  By the Grace of God 

why should people extend themselves to you  unthanked

a sincere Thank you is a rather small tithe

looking down the barrel of the New Year

I opt not to flinch

I opt to act

not react

Im not foolish enough to imagine that if I dont have some luck

I may fall on my face harder than I hope

 

I also remember my friend Bobby as a teenager sitting on a kitchen countertop

kissed by an audacious redhead in a revealing green dress exactly at midnightHappy New Year!

  

who kissing him moved him down the length of the countertop onto the stove

the electric burner she sat him on wasnt off very long

an with an OUCH! breaking the kiss he hopped from the stove an knocked her over onto her back

I helped her up

she fled

we never learned who she was

Happy New Year!

afternoon,  Sunday,  27  12. 15

1450,  Monday,  28  12. 15