weather Black Lives Matter

he saw the warning reports on television on-line if he had a smartphone he would have found them there too

Heat warnings

millions and millions of people in harms way beeneath soaring one-hundred-plus degree temperatures

Warning  Life-threatening

terribly many aspect of American life are besieged under threat(Ohboy Lifes risky he thought And since when was that nouveau or feared)                                                                

threats imagined and real are hammered home 24/7(no respite  no end of the broadcasting day to catch a breath

Keep the heat up!)

Cuz people got to know!

everything endures scrutiny

knobs are polished to bright mirrored-reflections like hanging twisting mirrorballs  but mirrorballs  spheres  didnt reflect accurately  they inherently bore distortions  as did carnival funhouse mirrors  but for different reasons and purposes

however it seems people prefer the reflections refractions(whichever fullfills your description or perception) rather than the reality of the thing it reflected  the unvarnished true thing  raw   Pausing   he recognised that the liquor store he worked in standing beside an Ulta cosmetic store was considerably less square feet than it

America loved make-up(made-up)

Natural apparently cant withstand the withering glare of Ideal-seekers(myopic shits)

but then 

        he supposed when a society is dumbed-down they have no choice but to be led by the nose and accept they have to do what they are told

cant be a freethinker(or freetinker)

commonsense aint worth a plug nickel

it lacks authority: Cite your source!

                 Source: using his commonsense he examined the naming of the Black Lives Matter organisation

its pure Authenticity and efficacy

he mused at the indignation(vapid hatred) it engendered and inflamed(racism)

he was darkly-humoured by the(clever) choruses: All Lives Matter(Blue Lives Matter – Vegas Blue Man Group was ecstatic)

Black Lives Matter  --  BLM  --  as everything has to be parceled in an acronym made shorthand abbreviated because he assumed the name Black Lives Matter was simply too long or difficult to remember  --  and it was immediately fell upon by All Lives Matter(ALM?  --  yes  it would be charitable to listen to a damn thing they had to say)    

All Lives Matter goes without saying(which means you dant say it)

but All Lives havent been subjected to what Black Lives have throughout the whole of American History

or believed(taught) to be genetically inferior people  less than human beings(3/5)

or have been viciously subjected to slavery

or described a subgroup*

let All Lives endure 350 years(minimally) of brutal subjugation THEN come around and talk to him about the value

of All Lives comparative to Black Lives

hed be dead

white hot weather

White hot Fear

he was fascinated

somehow he either didnt get the memo or missed it

his mind wasnt fashioned in kind

he recognised

            and refused to take for granted that his life was fortunate  --  entitled

by the colour of his skin

he was raised by two parents

he had seven siblings

he grew up in a house in a good neighbourhood

he had a challenging education(he struggled)

he ran the risk of failing a grade at school and being held back

he attended and shared classrooms with kids who failed and were held back

he learned and understood accountability(though by contemporary standards accountability has eroded and degenerated into strangeness and is somehow excused without proportionally-commiserate penalties)

try if he may he couldnt possibly look away from the advantages his lily-white skin built-in for him

white hot weather reported on every devise imaginable

divisive inane ignorant  White hot Fear

1340,  Saturday,  23  7. 16

 0924,  Sunday,  24  7. 16

* Rep. Steve King (Iowa): http://www.msnbc.com/all-in/watch/gop-rep-steve-king-s-jaw-dropping-remarks-727402051814

The Pretty Things  Sickle Clowns:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWTMC8uUxfU

Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls
Lay wined on the green leaf
Digging their rock 'n' roll
Hey, hey
Digging their rock 'n' roll

Slashed by the wild geese
The silence it did tear
Sticks swung in violence
You America murdered there
Hey hey
Young America murdered there

As one soul lay dying
Only two were there to care

On through the valleys
Sad sickle clowns they ride
Pressed tight against the morning
Beneath the blackened sky
Hey, hey
Beneath the blackened sky

There on a hill of gold
Wild children play
They bend to pick the flowers
The sun dissolves the day
Hey, hey
The sun dissolves the day

If you can't close one eye
Then turn the other way

Faces bark in anger
With savage bitter words
They twist against the friendship
With rapid shots they're blurred
Hey, hey
With rapid shots they're blurred

There by the highway
Two sickles melt in flames
They burn without the knowledge
Of why their lives were claimed
Hey, hey
Why their lives were claimed

As the smoke drifts skyward
We search for those to blame
     

I lit two matches

I stoked a smoke

I fed a ceramic cat the burnt matches

I inhaled

I exhaled

I go all to haelle 
              the smoke works like a skeleton key through my lungs through my bloodstream into the motherlode fingering the silver keyholes in all the celldoors wiggling and tickling until one in particular wails in the right paroxysmic sigh(for that moment)

then plunges its thorny key

jiggles it for good measure

and turns it

            the cell unlocks

it takes a languid moment(for each)

before anxiously yanking the door wide open to reveal its contents

that squirm like an oyster just before its shucked

                                         AWFUCK  sighs the oyster
as it witnesses the tip of the blade penetrating its shhcell

all that effort to accrete a pearl

the irritations

now to lose it to something of a vagrant that robs rather than labours  hadnt bent a knee elbow or backAWFUCK!


but this pearl is swilling vodka laughing darkly  is drunk and wanton

a decrepit old conjuror

capable of playing whatever magic he wished

played pattycake

served his own purposes

but I know I could smell him

hes sousedhes loaded to the gills

but the conjuror knew Id describe him as soused to the gills and incanted in Latin from original Greek and grew gills bright red gills limned and hued in chartreuse that yawned   ancollapsed     anyawned
ancollapsed like feathery insatiable pussies

if the conjuror wanted he could make them speak

Say a few words to the people
                         as a ventriloquist might taunt the dummy seated on his lap
but these dummies were dumbed up 
he made them mute

he acted as if he were upset

knowing full well what he had done

Dont be shy the conjuror said Just a few words For their edification

and slyly looked out to see if I were looking in

if I were willing to assume his  their

if I were an audience

if I wished to be edified

outside the conjurors shhcell the smoke hadnt dissipated 

quietly it fingered a jailer keyring

it wasnt fool enough to leave a key in the lock

and while Im not a conjuror I impelled the smoke to move along  Parse I asked Please  Another shhcell

festooned in wiggling gills the conjuror was either partially blinded by their trembling tips or didnt see or drunkenly disregarded the sliver of smoke hanging outside his door

Dont be shy the conjuror said to me

hesitantly
I looked in
and as my eyes met the snarl starting up on his wetted lips the shhcelldoor hushed shut  was bolted and locked

over a vapourous shoulder smoke nodded at me  implying I owned it one

I nodded  I accepted my obligation

as I finished my smoke watching the blue and silver breeze snatch my exhales and drag them off to wherever breezes or winds go I pondered how my obligation would eventually play out

and crushing the butt

smothering the ash

inside my head I could hear the conjuror mull and threaten  When I get out

I didnt concern myself

I couldnt imagine smoke would let me off the hook that it would despoil any attempt the conjuror might make to escape

if he remembered when his binge was finished or his vodka deplete

perhaps I can go all to haelle for what it cared

Id find out

in the meantime I lit two matches I stoked a smoke

1915,  Thursday,  21  7. 16
1454,  Friday,  22  7. 16

Otis Redding  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyPKRcBTsFQ