I cant say for you(Id never say for you thats your job someone does you ought bust em in the mouth no need to be polite be as rude as they are  they wont like it a bit  too fuckin bad)

              but for me

Ive not much need for a featherduster

or often have seen one

one in particular I cant miss

seems to stick out of the butt of a manager of a grocerystore we frequent(secretly lookin forward to laugh at his buttplug)

he was familiar with featherdusters their association with merchants fastidiously grooming their displays and stacks and shelves REALLY a place for everything(and everything better be in its place if you wanna keep your job) keeping things fronted  precise
nearly cinematic

               the camera follows the actor the aisle is severe cans and boxes are aligned their faces to either side seem sleek cut with a razor an architects untroubled tight perspective running ahead of the scene ending in the cool bluelighted upright freezers crystal-clear glass perfect frozen products held in suspended animation  picturesque

unless of course

               the camera is riveted and painting an apocalypse  the shelves pocked  displays crumbled scattered
a seemingly heady event which 
                           once upon a time
                                             was relegated to the ends of centuries 
when teeth gnashing prophets cried The End Is Coming The End Is Upon Us kneeling pleading the Almighty
(whichever Almighty they are servants of) Save the Children imploring desperately the Gathered the Almightys Children the Flock the prophets serve and protect

this Once Upon a Time has broken down

Now  it is touted almost daily and invigorate cults who beat their drums

                        GOD      GOD       GOD       GOD      GOD      GOD
unrelenting

fundamentalists preaching fire and brimstone to whomever may listen

they want to say for you

they want you to keep your trap tight shut

they want your submission

they want your FEAR      FEAR      FEAR      FEAR     FEAR      FEAR 
                                                                    its drumbeat

ostensibly  the featherduster sticks out of the store managers twisted back pocket  

the same featherduster every time

as if he owns it

its haft is wrapped just beneath its feather with black electricians tape

other employees have featherdusters or you see them on the metal shelves of their dollied-platforms beside cleaning solutions spraybottles sponges coloured markers and vacant product tabs to be filled with the latest Sale

but no one has this particular featherduster

it is his

jealously held

shopping they imagine toy with ideas  game how hed react irate undoubtedly if an employee handled his accoutrement that which perhaps had been bestowed onto him like scepter

most every time they had been there all the times they had seen him all the interactions with him over store policy all items they received free all the money reimbursed because they were mischarged by the computerised cash register

him peering at them peevishly

like an irate cock through chickenwireLemme outa here Ill tear em limb from limb
that Glare

they inconvenienced him(didnt they see he has a store to run) over petty charges

they couldnt begin to say over the years(ya gotta eat!) how many pounds of free food they exited the store with
couldnt begin to say the hundreds of dollars theyd saved(because of the computer) 
that if they hadnt caught
if they hadnt incurred and endured the wrath of the peacock
would be percolating through corporates coffers

it was obviously a business practise(if ya aint cheatin ya aint tryin hard enough)

a few innocuous pennies a pound

a missed fortycents per Sale item(its on SALE on the floor but not in the computer)

their Customer Service desk situated front and center where they made them wait was unattended

he remarked to her as they stood waiting and waiting and waiting 
This is much like a medieval or early New England marketplace where wooden stocks and pillories were erected
where the community could heap their scorn on the misfortunate slander and despise them publicly At the very least reverent eyes glancing at them with intent to belittle the careless sots Oh so very piously

Couldnt you see him in a preachers or judges smock a powdered wig a Jonathan Edwards Cotton Mather If I were a featherduster Id prefer to be stuck in the butt of Cotton myself You
shed laugh
hed laugh at her laugh

 

then after time
                             

most of the time

peacock would descend from a lofty ethereal place  alight  enter the courtesy desk from behind from a parallel aisle of that they stood in and say as he always said as if he were reading from a strict directors script 
Did you need help

yet  to this date  hed held his bile and tongue in check

it was a rigged game

he knew

hed reply sickly sweet for them like warmed honey dripping from a hollow bee tree
Yes please  Can YOU help us

scripted lines meeting scripted lines

though he could feel cavities forming in his teeth  their rot

why this kind of interaction wasnt an American Reality Television Show was beyond them

Edwards and Mather would have attempted to humiliate them
maybe curs
sticky rancid Devils spawn 
festooned with dull white gruesome insect larvas maggots strung on a cheap daisychain
working jissom up to waste on the earth or strangle clasped in a rude cloth

peacock didnt

he preened before them

tolerated them

though maybe behind his eyes those words those dramas played out

 

anyhow
         thats how they humoured themselves stubbornly at the end of their shopping as they were forced to wait
then entertaining themselves with passersby and the gossip rags slipped into and shimmering from endcaps      

            

1108.  Sunday,  21  2. 16

BeesandUs  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCkFmdV3S64

      

they were fine eucalyptus a scant three years earlier when they moved to the north end of town after a fire snacked at all of their worldly possessions

they tried very hard to appreciate everyone telling them that what they lost were only things and how fortunate they were they escaped with their lives

thats what really mattered

many were lame senseless words(forgetting that two of their three cats perished despite him rushing into the burning house) which one might ought to expect from out of the mouths of gadflies who descended on calamities or tragedies to then be able to turn around and tell others they understood firsthand because survivors had confided in them

GodBless

she managed to get around all sides of him at once HOW? tied him up tightly reasoning him out of going to their houses and burning them out so they could qualify their braying with actual suffering

Dont you think we have enough troubles

                                    if he didnt know any better hed almost think

she was the sane one 

 

the evening they met he entered a fray belated between her and three cholos she jumped as they were pounding on a fourth

afterwards                                         

          why they were beating him she hadnt a clue
she didnt care
what mattered was that it wasnt a fair fight
and if someone didnt get into the mix the boy down on the sidewalk being stomped was going to be hurt badly
 

they held their own until a police cruiser pulled up

the cholos fled

the police didnt convene in a foot chase figuring between the two of them and the beaten kid they could catch them later

they were no help

he told them Frankly at night a Mexican looks like a Mexican yaknow like whitey looks like whitey

humourless

the kid had nothing to say

he acted knocked out

acting class didnt go long 

 

he gave away righteously in the ER to IV-administered painkillers

the police said theyd get his statement later

Ya speak Spanish

We have people

later they heard their people didnt get a word  NADA

the kid skipped between hospital shifts

he told her he knew they shouldnt have left him on the first floor like putting birds next to feed and thinking they wont eat

as he thought 

            if he didnt know any better hed almost think she was the sane one

 

the eucalyptus were immense

they assumed them nearly one hundred years old basing their age on the citys founding

behind them on the side of the street where they stood nothing tasted sunlight

walking up on them it looked as though they were feral shaggy lions guarding either side of a fantastic black cavern you didnt dared enter

kids balls rolled up in between them and beyond and the kids either found others balls to play with or went home

if kids were smart enough not to penetrate its atmosphere

why would they 

over their heads in twisted branches some thirty thirtyfive metres off the ground among their opposite sessile leaves roosted scores and scores of black sinister-looking turkey vultures whose excrement spattered white on the broken asphalt road below

however sometime in the last year one began to struggle  failing

tossing her branches down haphazard
forcing people not to park their cars straddling the soil and the edge of the road under her(he had no reason to suspect she was a she as if trees had sexes but she was more aromatic  moved nicer danced luxuriously when the winds came up) and (as if the vultures bowels hadnt convinced them earlier  --  imagine tie-dyed randomness)

he  the eucalyptus beside her  tried to give her his health

he managed to keep the sickle-shaped leaves nearest him blue  those limbs supple  while away from him on her north she turned her head hid herself masked and quieted her tears from him

he imagined at night he could hear him tell her to be brave  he was there he was there (despite their mallee  their shallow roots)he wasnt going to leave her alone he wasnt going anywhere

then some weeks ago construction horses went up before them lining the edge of the road cheap paper signs taped to them written motley  No Parking

he could only to assume they were placed for the benefit of Idiots

then roadblocks were made at either ends of the street providing  Local Traffic Only

then a huge diesel truck mounted by a hydraulic rig an extending bucket rolled slowly into place

the trees were cut down into a pair of stick monoliths fifteen metres tall

then a week later a smaller truck a smaller hydraulic rig and bucket appeared and wasted them to the ground with screaming chainsaws 

 

FREE WOOD black marker on yellow paper was tacked to their stumps still three feet up out of the earth almost two metres oblong

and as this slaughter took place

the newspaper hadnt any information

City Hall had No Comment when he asked specifically why they were both cut down

in the meantime the local television Five O’Clock News busied itself with the broadcast of a murder suicide in the neighborhood   a shooting

the information splashed as Real News Real Stories  pomp and circumstance  while Police Authorities declined to say anything more than it was a murder/suicide

he told her flatly
              This aint a murder suicide
No matter what the sensationalism or fear theyre tryin to stoke
Comon  The last murder in this community was committed three years back by a fuckin werewolf commanded by the Voice of God to kill his next door neighbor because she was a vampire I suppose it didnt help matters that his parents he was living with kept an unlocked gun cabinet in their house  No  The last murder prior to it is more than twenty years off a man beat his wife to death with a hammer Suffered a psychotic slip his attorney said  No  Police reports revealed hed been beating on her for years Guess he tired of hurting his hands Hell serve his sentence till hes dead Aint ever walking on that murder  No

Youre in rare form arent you
 

Im upset
Id say and Im sorry to say This is a love story An elderly couple She was suffering and they or he decided she shouldnt have to suffer any longer A mercy killing Then he followed her immediately Too bad physician-assisted suicide isnt at play Better yet fuck physicians Keep em out of it Pharmacies ought to have pills on hand to ease death for those who want it Its my life I do what I want The Animals

Sorrowfully reminds me of the eucalyptus

Youre so sure

You know me I rarely ever have gut feelings  My bellys groanin my hearts wounded

afternoon,  Twosday,  16  2. 16
0234,  Saturday,  20  2. 16

The Animals  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3GNKUE-d9c

http://www.sanluisobispo.com/news/local/article60710836.html

music  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6d6qtfjg_10&ebc=ANyPxKpsdQ89XMPXPSXyKTac6CD3lMB5iNySs9GiM-u8e4qOHyTdNh_x7_5q7WAcSDP_bOUmMnKNl5_XuK9Q2W2zKVLLOs7ndw