John Bolton 

I detest him 

I have enmity for sociopaths he and the signatories of the Project for a New American Century (Kagan Kristol Kheney . .hey . .doesnt that . . .)   

Bolt–On  Strap-on Snap-on 

I better stick with Bolt-On though  I dont wish to obscure or minimise products or namesakes that happen to have the misfortune to share homogeneous names he could be  hes certainly trying to make up for something a slight a feeling of inadequacy look at me  lil olde rumourmaker me  

today I happened to read a quote in Rovellis The Order of Time I have to admit I didnt think Id stumble on a poem in a book relating to the physics of Time

the Persian poet Saadi Shiraz

All of the sons of Adam are part of one single body.

They are of the same essence.

When time afflicts us with pain

In one part of that body

All the other parts feel it too.

If you fail to feel the pain of others

You do not deserve the name of man.

the poem is enshrined at the entrance to the UN building in New York

I rarely see anything in media that draws us back to Bolt-On serving as Bushs recess appointment to the UN as our US ambassador particularly regarding his remark “If it (the UN building) lost ten stories, it would't make a bit of difference.” The UN building has thirtynine storeys to what twentyfive percent of the assembled onehundredseventy nations was he referring

he does not deserve the name of man 

Bolt-On will have to suffice in lieu of other derogatory names that tickle my tonguestick in my crawintrude on my senses whenever I hear or read his name or see his face a gag reflex

1532,  Twosday,  5  6. 18
1557,  D-Day,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  6  6. 18

https://www.democracynow.org/2005/3/31/john_bolton_in_his_own_words

they were stonedraving stoned

fuckin giddy

their intimate little gaggle of freaks had finally gathered

itd been awhile since they had

statelines had come between them coopted crawled in and separated themthough utterly voluntary  it wasnt a separation without cause they chased their dreams with abandon  

and with abandonnow together again years to catch up on they absconded to his hilltop house high above and faraway from people who couldnt possibly fit the bill because they didnt come from where they hadhadnt the allnight beach parties to sunrise on Key Biscayne fucked each other and also the willing sycophants they brought into their mix but either found them wanting or the sycophants found them too raw         

yahthey were unabashed irreverent they held that lifes but a joke a comedy club cant take a joke a bad jokegroan then stay the fuck awayPLEEASE they left nothing in their wake unscathed or unscorched like the fire at the end of their fatties  then a quick twist or roll of the wrist snuffed it and they kept on tokin

he was the gang leader of sorts

he was the one who repelled deep into himself on the scantiest lines or flung himself up into the heavens on slender tethers ahead of everyone while everyone awaited his return  sometimes betting he wouldntthough they never told him awaiting his return to say what he thought of his trip before they embarked  if they dared embark

those who didnt go got his trademark Pussy  but then he neverhe really never said anything furthur  he relished To each his own and because he did he didnt judge  though humourously he allowed himself that single jabthat one push in the back  Pussy

candles were burningseveral had been replaced incense seeped a fire burned in the fireplace records turned his fellow freaks were always amazed how he could lay the needle down in between songs to hear exactly what they wanted they imbibed what they would and at his rages heightwhen he could no longer restrain himselfhe had to act out that which projected itself onto the big fucking screen inside his headengulfing his brain projected in lavish Cinemascope and ultravivid Technocolour

Just go with me he shouted Who am Iwho am I  Ill be right back

he went up the hall to the bathroom turned on the shower got into it fully dressed stripped got out leaving his clothes in a sodden heap brusquely dried himself wrapped the towel at his hips grabbed his girlfriends hairbrushshe left it for when she stayed overnight and emerged into the hallAwrightAwright into the livingroomYa gotta imagine Im fat fatwhaddafuck am I talking aboutIm fuckin obese Im lapped in slabsgot a fupa one of the gals howled Not cool youre notyoure built! hard to imagine fat while lookin at you Then do your bestIm enormous wear my blonde hair sweptback a hairdresser works with me every morninggot a fulltime makeup staff to preen me tooAwright?Awright!  Im standing in front of my full length mirror singing he held the hairbrush up to his face  Im admiring myself in itAwright

setting the brush aside he squats before his record shelves goes through them finds the album hes looking for stands and at the recordplayer seamlessly lifts the needle removes Zappas Dinah-Moe-Hum turns the album lays the needle between the third and fourth tracks and spins to his expectant cohorts behind himnearly loses his towelrecinches it holds the hairbrush to his mouth again and slowly begins moving his hips with the songs tempo singing with Sinatra Irresponsible  peppered with Indispensable and Exceptional

they howl

then they howl CUNT!   

                       his tribe knows his pet name for Drumpf  ahTrump

1057,  Thursday,  7  6. 18

Sinatra  Irresponsible  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WciZzNSgGOI

Zappa  Dinah-Moe-Hum  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4hzVpYAP-U

he was a fool he wrote

                            those leave however remained still unmoved   weighted by real death

really

he walked away from them after their performance after waiting a considerable timeenough time to draw motorists to him as he stood along the road was he okay  Yes I am  Thank you Im fine  some he had to insist Really Im fine Please  I very much appreciate you stopping but I am fine 

when he did walk away he walked backwards some fifty metres or better watching for the slightest hint that they would movethat they would act like all the other leaves that afternoon knocked aboutbuffeted by the breeze swirling and moving on eddies whipped into the gutters swallowed by the storm drains flung into the mowed grass field beyond the old barbed wire fence strung on rotting posts

they did not move 

they laid fast as if nailed to the earth on shoulder of the road

returning the following day he passed around them on his way back and forth from the gym

and the next day

and the next

with a stick he scribbled quick circles around themfifteen pairs to claim where they laywhere they collapsed at the end of their performance

the next day too

they didnt decay they didnt fray he did not bend to touch them to test if they were more supple or brittle

they were constant

real death?

and when he finally convinced himself of their real death  while lying in bed beside his girlfriend listening to her rhythmic breathingwatching her breathsconcentrating on the rise and fall of her uncovered breasts her nipples quickening to a sudden breeze through the window screentiptoeing across them the breeze ceased her nipples relaxedrecovered their repose  when he convinced himself the leaves were weighted with real death and he didnt have to concern himself any longer with the poses death inflicted on them understanding that death inflicted those poses on everyone and everything  

the following morning 

passing by them he confirmed for the last time they were unmoved they were rigid in death

then returning home after working himself very hardhis gait impairedalready his muscles protesting crossing up the block from them and closing in no wind to cool his body  the sun harsh  he saw their many pointsthe ends of their spars tremble and quiver then their bodies brightened even as a cloud threw its shadow across the street then they were surrounded by haunting auras halos and they lifted by pairs one at a time into the air rising like monarchs from milkweed crowns then turning like a vast constellation moving on one anothers gravity or bearing they twisted in and out of each other an elaborate threedimensional dance higher and higher into the sky  drifted west when usually only easterly winds prevailed off the breast of the Pacific  climbing into the blue sky hued and shimmering pinpoints  they suddenly collapsedcoalesced into a singular bauble an entity
                                                                and disintegrated   

is real death then ashes to ashes dust to dust  ?

in the afternoon watching a swallowtail,  Twosday,  5  6. 18
1557,  Reggae Friday,  8  6. 18

Dale Cooper Quartet and Dictaphones  Son Mansarde  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkxM6mMSKNo

aah  he couldnt imagine anyone would disagree with himthat anyone would say there was a better dream than a good sex dream

he dreamt of his girlfriendhis lover  his partner who had to be absent to contend with unfortunate circumstances

he was left holding down the fort  much to the dismay of the ferals  she was the favorite

they spoke every day and last night after a particularly difficult day she told him You always make me feel whole again.

I remind you youre whole baby You just havent the time to think it What youre up against is difficult

Thank you. I worry sometimes that you’ll go awaydisappear  that you aren't real, I made you up.

Im very real And when you come home Ill remind you how real I am


before hanging up she sighed
                               Oh my goodness, I’m so sleepy, exhausted. Tomorrow, baby, I love you so very much. I hope I have good dreams of us, and you.

Sweet dreams buckwheat Ill join you there I love you through and through

he didnt go to sleep right off when they hung up

he pulled out the only photograph album she ever assembled of them That wasn't easy she said If it’s okay with you I’ll just keep the photographs in their envelopes in chronological order in shoeboxes.

the album was remarkable exuded her personality in its margins she made remarks or small drawings it was a one-of-a-kind precious he offered that she take it with her but she said at the time he was so real in her head she didnt need any more pictures of him than the three she kept in her wallet

You have pictures of mewha pictures

I’ll show you when I come home. he grimaced like a little boy Don’t! I’m not giving in, no matter how fuckin’ cute you look when you pout.

I had to try

You did, it’s your job. My job is sticking to my guns.

It’ll give you incentive for my return.

she lie on her back naked beside a driftwood log

he thought she was covered with sandas if shed laid down after swimming in the sea  sheen and small dried clumps 

her hair was softly tangled like seaweed in a playful surf 

There you are Ive been looking for you
I've been watching you looking for me.

I feel like a prize

My prize.

Only your prize he said as he knelt with his knees to either side of her thighs

she was radiant

he ran his hand up her belly and clutched her breast

her breath came fast

he brought his hand up to his nose he smelled cinnamon and sugar  he licked it  it was

she smiled

Are you a cinnamon roll

You should try me.

he kissed her mouth her eyes her throat she sigh something he was deaf to because his blood was beating in his earsshe pulled at his cock through his shorts  his hearing reconnected she sighed I’m wet.

he gently kneaded her clit slipped his finger into her she felt inside like a warm cinnamon roll

slipping his tongue inside of her she tasted soft and warm like a cinnamon roll

to her breathlessness slipping his cock inside of her she felt like a warm cinnamon roll

he slipped out of her and moving up her bodyshe anticipated him and squeezed her ample breasts togetherFuck my tits.

he slid his cock between them and watched adoringly how she eyed himhis every thrust and his every thrust mirrored by her tongue licking her top lip her lower lip alternating

then he thrusted through her gripwhich she also anticipated and took his cock in her mouthher hands at his hipshis hips at her command at her tempo her mete  mete  mete  mete                                                                 

he slipped sidewisethen  onto his back flipping her on top of him
she turned bodilyquickly
they went sixtynine                                                                                            

she quit at his cock and took it in her handgrinding his mouthhis tongue with her pussy huskily she said Mmmbaby, you taste like cinnamon.

he couldnt say he hmmhmmd

then she couldnt say she hmmhmmd

they didnt cum

they erupted

0704 wakened and 1136,  Twosday,  5  6. 18

Neil Young  Cinnamon Girl  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAdtUDaBfRA

a single fallen leafdried  curling in on itself  a minute tarnished sail of bent spars a worried mast found its way across the wide street and graveled shoulders turned to and fro and somehow avoided the swift vehicles  their invisible eddies 

it came on a subtle line towards him after leaping from the tall quarried stone curb

he glimpsed its start out of the corner of his eye

                                                   then with bated breathhe couldnt help himself he watched its improbable passagefollowed its dance howled silent encouragement and cheered as it staggered forward he couldnt say why he knew but he was sure it was coming to him 

and then eventually upon him without voice so it could not say it continued its mime and danced and spun and whirled intricately at his feet all around him

he stood fast  dumbfounded 

then another leaf from the side of the road he stood on joined the first and then another and another and other leaves different breeds converged until there were perhaps a dozen pairs a dozen pairs performing without music an astonishing choreography dancing about him as if he were their maypole  their ribbons and twine invisible 

they circled round and around him the circle widening and widening  orbiting him  then after several dazzling minutes their centrifugal force began to erode and fail their steps alterimg becoming uncoordinated palsied  until they collapsed wearily onto their faces or backs  but not before they paused and curtsied to him singularly  solitarily  until they all stopped moving

the wind stirred

many leaves blew across the road or erupted from the unkempt field at his side they coursed in between then beyond the dance troupe 

those leaves however remained still   unmoved

                                                       weighted by real death

1427 self-texted,  Sunday,  3  6. 18

1701,  Monday,  4  5. 18

Melanie Laurent  Circus  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wjqgfQYL-k&t=209s

a man with a red sunburnt face crossed in front of himhis car jaywalked as he drove   

the man gave his a cursory glance then assumed his California right as a pedestrian  cars yield to human bodies  pedestrians are inviolate 

that defiant right always tickled the hell out of him he was from Chicago there yawanna cross midstream in front of a car ya take yer life in yer own hands I swear I didnt see him officer Why wouldnt someone cross at the crosswalk not a hunred yards back likely the officer might hem an haw showing inestimable consideration  then would agree with him particularly if the crushed dead wrapper of a person was demonstrably homeless might be seen or construed as a civic improvement

it wouldnt have been so bad irked him less if Suntan hadnt glowered at him as he stepped off the curb  as if he was inconveniencing him affecting his meandering sauntering his apparent aimlessness  now Suntan had to pass out of the lanehad to assume a kind of purpose to his life  attaching itself like a parasite

he tempered his anxiousnesshis honed Chicagoan brute overtly reminding himself he wasnt in a hurrythere werent cars behind him  he could take in relish smell the rosesbut-not-deeply observe this performance this dramatis persona  he couldnt imagine that one casually became homeless there were the inner unseen ticks and workings the unconsciousness--consciousness the outward ticked-offness  they  and those who help or may have tried to help and those who may have tried to help then threw in the towel Goddammit! Goddammit! You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make the fucking thing drink.

Suntan weaved subtly  maybe this horse preferred something other than water

negotiating the curb he finally got his foot on top of it and left the street apparently a laborious effort as he continued down the sidewalk he took tentative thendeliberate heavy steps  seemingly steadying himself  as if he didnt and stumbled hed fall off the face of the planet   the mans gravity different from his

he took his foot off the brakerolled back a bit as the car was on an incline and nudged the accelerator the speed limit just ahead was twentyfive no sense accelerating just to brake

having passed Suntan he watched him in his sideview then his rearview mirror

he had long jetblack greasy hair rays of sunlight through the trees struck it and flashedreflected 

he wouldnt say Suntan wore his hair long

he would say he wore a long limecoloured tshirt he wore long black pants that caught at the tops of his running shoes despite it was unlikely hed ever run anywhere however  watching him  what struck him was about the longness of the tshirt the pants the way they hung off him the way his arms hung straight at his sides his head tipped forward  what struck him was the longness of the clothing was more than just being too big for him as if the longness was physical was weight was another kind of gravity that dispossessed the man made him beyond homeless   made him alien

it was an odd sense

when he stopped up the road moments later at a stop sign he checked Suntan one last time through the rearview mirror

where did he gohe was walking beside a whitepainted concrete block retaining wall stemming a hillside

where did he go

                                                     maybe he stumbled  fell into the sky

1837,  Sunday,  3  6. 18

1152,  Monday,  4  6. 18

citing historic obstruction by Democratic senators Majority leader Mitch McConnell is canceling the traditional August recess   whadhesay  ahyes “Due to the historic obstruction by Senate Democrats of the president nominees . . “ 

brings to mind McConnells obstruction nearly a year of President Obamas Supreme Court nomination Merrick Garland

1155,  Election Twosday,  5  6. 18

http://thehill.com/homenews/senate/390784-mcconnell-cancels-senates-august-recess

highnoon  take it for whatever its worth  high  he didnt think he washe was sure he slept off the halfbottle of Irish whiskey the four five pints the hilarious absurd conversationconjectures  though he wasnt sure he knew the womans name who he woke up in his bed beside she arrived at the pub late in the evening and at closing overhearing he was walking home she offered him a ride instead he answered I love your freckles youre darker  are you black Irish 

Is that a yes?

Yes  If you are

I can be anything you want me to be.

Metoo  What do you want

I want to take you home. We can make up things afterwards.

they made up glorious thingsyet he wasnt sure she said who she waswhat her name was 

he crossed his fingers

his name was obvious if he hadnt said it was on his magazine subscriptions that were piled helterskelter on the coffee table end table diningroom table his tastes evident on his bookshelves the art and photographs on the wall

she had keys her clothing panties bra  harder to play closer to ones vest than that

he didnt wake her when he rose

he slipped on a pair of shorts left another pair and a tshirt for her on the nightstand a brusheddown feeding trough stood on end at her head her clothing was strewn up the hallway to the bedroom intermingled with his 

he collected and tossed them atop the washing machine across the hall from the bedroom

he went into the kitchen to make coffee waking to the smell of brewing coffee was erotic the times it was made for him got him hard from their play last nighttheir compliment he imagined itd get her wet and thinking of her getting wet made him hardhe might just send his cock in to wake her up That wouldnt be rude No more rude than waking to a blowjob Now theres a way to start ones day Or a sixtynine The Breakfast of Champions It aint Wheaties Bob

he ground beans

dumped water in the reservoir

plugged it into the outlet threw the switch  saw the minute red light shine

he went through the house opening the windows letting the fresh air in to circulateletting the out in and the in out a kind of way to live outside while under a roof rarely did he heat the house or cool it he had installed overhead fans circulating the air was sufficient if he remembered to turn them On

he sat on the couch and went to read The Atlantic The Birth of a New Aristocracy the gilded future of the top ten percent Yah if they can hold onto it he muttered

halfway through the irritating article he realised he wasnt hearing the coffee drippingthe machines wheezing and belching he also wasnt smelling its pungent aroma

What the hell he said as he rose

entering the kitchen he saw the carafe was filled halfway the surface still  Christ he thought its dead Bad timing then he paused  he stepped back for perspective

the redlighted switch was thrown Off

Aw for cryinoutloud he said loudly he forgot about his sleeping guest Are you kidding me Youve been gone for almost two yearsnow you show up 

he stepped forward depressed the switch to On again the redlight smiled as his thumb came away Now you show up

Who are you talking to? she stood behind him at the threshold if she saw the clothes she didnt bother her hair was sleepmussed and tied up in a loose knot atop her head ringlets fallen on her shoulders the rise of her freckled breasts

Them his eyes arrested by her breasts

You couldn’t be talking to my girls because we werent here when you said.

he brought his eyes up to her green eyes  Youre lovely first thing in the morning

I’m naked. You were saying?

Im talking to my spooks my roommates

Spooks. Roommates.  Ghosts?

YahI got three I gotta assume theyre all backtheyre a pack a package

And they turned off the coffee?

They did Theyre mischievious Havent harmed me or anyone Drive the cats bonkers on occasion

Interesting.

Yah I think they were reading my thoughts

You’re thoughts?

Yah I gotta confess  I was thinking that the smell of coffee brewing is eroticthat the times coffees been made for me while I was asleep or still in bed made me hard . .
. . Makes me wet.

I think we ought to shaddup

turning to flee up the hall she said Last one in bed gives head.

he didnt know if that was a challenge  or incentive

highnoon,  Sunday,  3  6. 18

whatever thoughts filled his headstuck and hung strungout clinging strands saltwater taffywhatever he was thinking ceased  it careened off track blipped Offlineblack as he walked at the edge of the street towards what looked like at its shoulder was a heap of tanned rouged bones defleshed? a hatchet of a scapula an broken humeral rod truncated rib bones held to a splintered flange a breastplate  a queer pastiche   rank evidence

vehicles took care to go around it

he assumed the drivers worried whatevershards they were were sufficient to puncture their tires  though passing beyond it a mere inconvenience they thought no more of it

             he assumed

                                                  he didnt care for assumptionsthey were shallow 

actors didnt assume a role

they dressed themselves in its skin and portrayed the partthe fiction  a personality   they cant assume the flesh and blood and bone  the performance would be shallow   uninspired

while growing up he made observations stole lessons he tried to emulate postures and poses that were attractive to him he learned manners and ways of revealing himself with words and without and over time and experience he honed them and made them his  he became genuine  though only after endless samplings trying them on to see if they fit  

he outfitted himself to a T

Mei a young woman of Chinese Japanese descent who he really enjoyedenjoyed her freckles played gentle connect-the-dots art on her skin with his fingers that inevitable ended with her hand clasped over her mouth through-her-fingers spurts and fits of laughter who knew freckles were so ticklish  Mei was the first person to recogniseremark say out loud of his authenticness charisma No matter who you’re with, or alone, you carry yourself you walk exactly the same. You never pose. You’re person is extremely attractive.

Ahbaby you like me

I do, but liking you has nothing to do with it. Its truly who you are I can look down the block see you walking see you from behind, I know it’s you. Very, very few people carry themselves like you do.

You recognise me from behind

I can. You move distinctly, very different from the people around you.

now up on whatevershards they were he saw they were broken wood and sticks enmeshed in a loose clot  their connective tissue shreds of interwoven bark 

he smiledhe said out loud Ahhyou fooled me I was convinced I was sure you were the remains of a human body
what seminal actors though secretly he wished horrifiedrelieved they were remains

11159,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  23  5. 18

1317,  Saturday,  2  6. 18

1057, Sunday,  3  6. 18

Damien Rice  Me, My Yoke, And I  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmrTAog-LSE