7.6.17



hed been waiting on the double IPAs release for months and as it was finally out and he was in walking distance of the brewery he was headlong out the door walking  

he was going to imbibe what he may

he anticipated the walk home


he antagonised the belief that one shouldnt drink alone

alone has a dire connotationHes all alone  One shouldnt be alone 

alone  suggesting  loneliness


alone fit him to a T

Alone he countered was all one  he believed it was a pity if one couldnt amuse or fulfill themselves  


he took a stool and spun it up counterclockwise on its metal screw to the height he liked where he could rest his foot on the bar rail  all the zinc tables were full  obviously he wasnt the only person to anticipate the roll out

Christy the barmaid smiled at him she nodded knowingly and without a word tapped him a double

it seemed every time he was in and inquired when the Imperial would be out she was working

she set the glass down lustily before him Ill bet this pint is going to taste mighty good  Youve been so patient

he laughed I wouldnt say patient  I endured                                                               
You certainly did

handing her his debitcard she asked coyly  Should I keep it open                                              
Oh you should  Very much you should 


he picked the glass up held the pint under his nose and breathed in  he thought and laughed to himself Winos think they have something on beer drinkers

its scent made him salivate

he looked in the mirror at the back of the bar and took in the reflections of the gathered 

they were boisterous and flushedhaving a good time

he held his pint up to them unseen nodded and took a deep sip 


Ah Gawddamn   Gawddamn

I agree said the stranger sitting at his elbow Its a damn good Imperial

I didnt ask flowed through his mind but he didnt say  It is

Ive drank a lot of very good Imperials but I must say this easily stand among them

I agree

Im passing through and if you live here I must admit Im jealous Youll be able to have this time an time againIve asked
they dont offer growlers

Yes  Its a perk to have a good brewmaster in a small town

the stranger offered his hand  My names Thomas

he accepted ithe wasnt rude despite its constantly niggling  Joe  Thomas not Tom

Not Tom ever Or Tommy  Thomas

I have a brother Thomas who prefers Tom or Tommy  His kids call him by his name

If I had kids and they did they wouldnt eat at my table until they stopped

Deferred

No  Submitted  Its disrespectful
Youre telling me  But he allows it

What do they call you

I answer to Uncle Joe  Otherwise I look through them

What is that

I  dont  know  Where did Thomas come fromKnow why your folks named you Thomas

I do  You know where Joe came from

My paternal grandfathers name  You

I wish  Im named for Thomas Browne

Thomas Browne  Sir  What Seventeenth century

Why would you know that

My skulls packed with useless information  Trivia  Im a reader  Inveterate  Never a vet but an invet

Ha clever  Yes  Sir Thomas Browne  My parents separately were enthralled by him  Then they met and were enthralled that the other was enthralled by Browne 

Kindred spirits
Fuck kindred Soul mates   What has you that you know him

Oh without a doubt his Musaeum ClausumI dont think I say that right  The Sealed Museum a jeu d’esprit or that for that matter  a lighthearted display of wit and cleverness him mocking his collection of a skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man  Thats tough to top

Oh my godmy parents would have loved you

No  Remember  Trivia

Oh yes  My parents adored Brownes partisan style versus say Hemingways pared style plain style

Victorian architecture to modern  Its floridness

Yes exactly  Their favorite he looked up at the tin-tiled ceiling   It is the heaviest stone that melancholy can throw at a man to tell him he is at his end of nature or that there is no further state to come  My parents were atheists  Like Browne


Thats sobering


It is  And we arent here to be sober  Change of pace  Got something

I do

And

And  as I walked home from the gym earlier this morning I was circled by a hawk ten times  What do you make of thatIt spiraled over me rising in a column

No ideaDont know what to make out of that   What did it mean to you

I got dizzyviserally dizzy   It was very cool

Maybe you found yourself under a convenient column of rising air

Perhaps  Or perhaps I created the column  It came off of me

Lets not get nutsy
Nutsy  to think or perceive I have the capacity to create or I can encourage an updraftan upswelling  an upwelling  Take your choice

Unlikely

Inversely  Likely  Not impossible  A man not at the end of his nature having a further state to come  The hawk was on the crossbeam of a telephone pole some fifty sixty meters from the road  It flew towards me after I hailed it  It circled once to my left then played out its arc and ten times circled directly over meI was on the cell with my girlfriend She tolerated my counting braying astonishment in her ear

Ive never heard of anything like that before

for days now he was aware of bird shadows streaking across his way as he walked reading their small shadows on the white page a wing a tail turkey vultures and blackbirds blotted the page entirely
No  I havent either or has it happened to me before


So what do you think

I think Im fortunate   And I want another Imperial  Barmaids name is Christy  People like it when you call them by their name


1452,  Twosday,  6  6. 17
1234,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  7  6. 17
1323 days remaining or fewer Russian buhbye

6.6.17




she likes to blow bubbles

she likes to blow really big bubbles and let them escape

none have popped on her face yet

the smaller ones she lets ascend watching their pearlescence against the sun or moonlight  she prefers the moonlight  her bubbles give the moon a run for its money

the large bubbles laboring to gain altitude  ponderously   she harpoons impatiently stabs them   shriveling they slowly fall to the ground

that ground is his carpet

she releases them with bravado

then secondguessing herself she stabs them

they collapse sighing desperate on his floor


he used to think he could save them patch them uprevitalise their intentions

he found that to be useless

he patched them with his material  but his material wasnt what they needed to survive

miserable he watches them collapse on themselves deflate her sweet meaningful breath filling the room

he kneels to be closer to their breach

he touches them assures them as they shrink quivering


when they utterly collapse he picks them up carries them outside and burns them in a firepit



they were well-intended

he took solace in their good intentions

she meant well

she simply lacked conviction confidence  which only she can give herself

she agreed with him

however stepping forward she couldnt help herself  and stepped back


it used to frustrate him

but he learned to appreciate their course her intent

currently her intent wasnt enough

she isnt brave enough

she could bewill be

eventually


he was patient

another skill he developed that she hadnt



one day




one day

until then her bubbles are cartoon balloons  like those found in the funny pages or in pulp comicbooks destine for the firepit



1405,  Sunday,  4  6. 17
1530,  Monday,  5  6. 17