7.11.16






he wrote not a week ago that he rarely used black ink when he wrote


he had hoped he did  but now realised he wasnt being honest

not when comparing the last several weeks against years prior

he was beleaguered

he was angry

the black ink  the bile or sludge drooling off his pentip  he was grateful to the Powers that Be or That that Is that it didnt clot and come out broken uneven   
it  was  foetid


it seemed when he needed to exemplify his despair how keenly he was rattled

only black ink was explicit enough

and with every word he wrote  every sentence  every paragraph to paragraph it dramatised his disgust

plangent letter by letter words appeared   


he hoped the run-up to the 2016 Election after the primaries would address the significant challenges and issues this self-anointed indispensable nation faced  the world faced

instead pig swill was sloppily ladled out and the media always on the lookout for car wrecks and blood facilitated it  never played hardball the way he expected the Fourth Estate would  and rather it was cravenly self-interested in the bank it would make   

it was and is spectacularly repugnant  horribly superficial

it not only resembled but was the warm oily sheen and ooze of diarrhea on a sickbeds sheets



black ink

          he didnt have a choice




2013,  Thursday,  3 11. 16
0830,  Friday,  411. 16
The Rolling Stones  Paint It Black   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHfQbM51Z90

Zappa & the Mothers  Im the Slime  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AD5pvBY2XQ

he had to trust that one abortion would fix the cuntrys wagon not to endure a second



she texted: Read your black ink piece Nothing like your rough draft

Thats why its called a rough draft

Missed your thin-skinned easily-bruised tough guys

Drumpf Bush Cheney Romney ducking draft calls

Yes wannabe tough

Hiding behind mommies aprons daddys wallets  Never bloodied

Thought black ink was still visceral

Thank you  I like visceral

i don’t think i knew visceral until i met you

You trying to get in my pants

Do i have to try

No  Whats in my pants is all yours

Likewise Lunch is over Back to work

I love you

i love you babe





1333,  Friday,  4  11. 16

6.11.16



Geegaws   
     Manohman  when was the last time he heard word geegaws                                               
he struggled pulling up in his memory what they were

he read it in Ellroys Perfidio 

he was distracted  geegaws gewgaws heehawed    lyrical
                                                                                                                 he thought he knew what they were but sipping an Imperial Red
catching Game 7 from Cleveland he wondered now confused how all the geegaws televised panned as they sang the Star-Spangled Banner accompanying the Cleveland Orchestras string section how they could afford tickets
on average eighteen hundred dollars


he didnt see one sexually attractive person


maybe baseball fans werent attractive


he didnt know
he hadnt caught a ballgame since the Twins played in the Eighties but then he knew most the guys on the team

like he knew Vikings  North Stars

perks of his job


he jawboned with the players jawboned with their wives their girlgriends

from outside it you wouldnt think furniture rental was so cool

they extended him tickets  Gimme a call Ill hook you up

the athletes couldnt believe he had such a square job


No it wasnt as square as it looked


on delivery he blew coke off the inside of a womans thigh at a D-linemans apartment

had shots of whisky with rookie Stars at eightthirty in the morning

they helped him move the furniture inside their places

theyd camped the night in empty apartments bought a grill barbecued steak garlic shrimp and since the coals were still hot they hadnt been to sleep yet they nixed him going until he had another shot and a steak and shrimp breakfast

he caught Prince when he ran an early repo disembarking from an after-hours private party at First Avenue   Cool
but then he knew Mark Brown the Revolutions bassist  he rented him furnishings 

through Mark he met Sheila E

there was the New Creations furniture trucker from South Carolina whose dog ate his infant son

You killed the dogyah

he furrowed his brow No hes a damn good watchdog one of a kind  Our fault  My wife and I are working on a new kid

a naked woman she remained naked from answering the doorbell until he left tipped him a one hundred dollar bill

didnt know where was she holding



Heehaw  Geegaws
 
                               
                                     there was so much more where that came from   not square at all




1652,  Day-between-Two-Ts, Day of the Dead, 2  11. 16