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he texted her
            Outside weeding  Back in a bit

he was speaking euphemistically

he was outside in the fresh air blowing a joint sipping a Hop Stoopid

in the sun the bottle immediately broke a sweat  brown glass draws sunlight

a burley ex-GI who looked like Che Guevara returned from Afghanistan hooked him up

he didnt talk to him about Afghanistan

didnt talk to him about his service

he told him yesterday he was happy they were working and that he didnt have to memorialise him

Yeah  The Fuck   Me too


end of story



1500,  Twosday,  30 5. 17  



What were the chancesBottoms up gentleman that his uncles Ed Ben Fritz Ray Chester Joe all fought in World War II and came homeAnother round bartender

they didnt talk about their experiences  maybe among themselves but he wouldnt have been privy to that

they let him sit at their knees before the coffee table if he was quiet while they watched professional football or hockey on the black and white console as they talked smoked drank beer sipped whiskey

that was his communion with them

and when the game was over and their cluster was breaking up they would make a point of walking over to him roughly rub his crewcut and tell him hed been a good boy

he was welcome among the men of his family

as long as he remained quiet


as a teenager he wasnt
Boy you got a mouth on you

Refute me
        Vietnam then was their point of contention
I deliver the newspaper every dayI read them inside out  I watch the television reports  There isnt a damn thing right about the warIts a war even if Congress hasnt declared itLooks like a duck Walks Sounds   Its a duck    I see profiteering the engines of capitalism well-oiled slickly greased and them not giving a goddamn about the boys dying the boys who butter their loaves of bread

You should leave the room boy  You havent a clue about what youre talking aboutwhat war is

Then refute me  I can listen to reason        Refute me


they glared
        they picked up their sweating cans of beer the bottle of whiskey the shotglasses and left


they knew men who diedsaw men die

those were men in a just war an existential war

Vietnam wasnt

not Korea

every war or action since wasnt


it was domination
subjugation

Wall Streeters had trouble walking home for their trouser pockets stuffed with paper money



Vietnam was war by Americans against Americans fought in a foreign country  proxy




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it wasnt often he deferredhe acquiesced

it wasnt that his way was the only way

anyones way was their way


he stepped back   away

he did not solicithe did not offer his considered thoughts


and at times that was difficult


because who he didnt counsel was himself


being thoughtless or impatience wasnt who he was so that when he confronted himself Shaddup  I dont wanna hear it
abruptly he cloistered himself

he thought Youre on your own Dont come cryin to me

which did nothing more than infuriate his second or third or whatever incarnation he was

he would be privy to his thoughts since he was he

outside himself he heard Whats gotten into him


what hadnt gotten into him  he was an open door an unclasped unscreened windowhe wanted to hear their arguments  however he had to insist an argument was a statement  not an argument

he simply offered a mirror

often people didnt like mirror he held up for them to look at themselves

people ordinarily look into mirrors to enhancepreen themselves

though his wont was clean fresh-scrubbed visages  not dolled-up to appeal to othersnot masks  or subversion
Tell it like it is!

Raw

Concise


which is where all things ought to begin



1247,  Sunday,  28  5. 17