they usually met once a week for a beer   

a single pint

his brotherinlaw named their gathering a putsch after the Great Munich Beer Hall Putsch that sent Adolf Hitler to prisonsharpened his pencils helped spewdrool Mein Kampf

if he had been a dog rather thanan its debatable  a man  a pound or someone might have recognised the glintthe sliver of black malice in his eye an put him down snarlingsnarl growl

Too badhuh this taproom doesnt serve in steins or tankards drinking horns! Ill have a horn of cold beer shopkeep Fetchindoncha think  a barmaid  her hand wrapped aroundcarrying a horn topped with a large frothy head 

What the fuck are you talking about? 

You kiddin meyou cant see thatthats not appealing to you

Man, something occurs to you and youre off on a dead run. Can't shut you up?

Really Youd want to shut me up A dullard like you . .

. . Hey! . . 

. . Heywha  Shut me up I shine light into your dark corners Im more fuckin entertainin than a barrel of monkeys flinging shit at schoolkids munchin popcorn outside the barred cages bawlinburstin into tears when either they drop their redstriped paperbags or find their buttery popcorn speckled with loose feces or a big fat turd plopped on top

Jesus, man! You wanna pull back, stop the description; My God. 

Visualhuh

Visual? You’re graphic.

Graphic Thank you I shoot for graphic Leaves no doubt in anyones mind

No doubt, that’s an understatement.

Thanks again

You’re welcome he grudgingly admitted  

So, I gotta ask you, you realise that often you tell a joke and it’s only you who laughs at it because your references are so oblique, so . . . so fucking obscure?

You get a good quarter of my jokes

Yah, though usually after you explain them to me.

Theres that but youll admit after I explain them to you you do laugh you HAW! I get it.

A joke shouldn’t be that difficult.

Or maybe the audience ought to be better informed

Some people haven’t that kind of time or interest.

Then Im informing them of things that are transactional in their lives whether they know it or not Besides if only I enjoy the joke then thats plenty for me Blatant ignorance just piques my humoursends me over the moon

1615,  Twosday,  30  10. 18

1239,  Twosday,  6  11. 18

Jinsil  Get Back  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddNHDTr4tJ0

Jinsil – just because I like it  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-N8tQhZ-Gw

he was sleeping deeply

                       deeply

then the quiet dark he inhabited began fracturinghe was waking awakening from the outside in wakening to a tussle high between his thighs

                         and as a very thin consciousness began to emerge  flakey  insubstantial his ears began to fill softly with Neil Youngs A Man Needs a Maid  hhummed at first then the words explicit 

                                                                                            a while ago I don’t know when  I was watching a movie with a friend I fell in love with the actress she was playing a part that I could understand

a cat kneads a cock 

hhuh it hung in the back of his throat hypnagogic

                                                                  a cat kneads a cock

rousing

         the puzzle pieces began coming together    

his kitten october  not that she knew  kneaded his cock                                                                                           

he slept on his back his legs apart

he had two cats

indie slept between his calves

she slept higher up 

he laid beneath a pair of blankets and a sheet 

night temperatures were dipping into the 50s

he slept with the window beside the bed wide open fresh air drifting through the screen

as morning dawned hummingbirds returned to the feeders he hung outside 

one hung directly across from the bedroom window

their chirps fluttering wings their sudden bolts besieged octobershe hopped atop the chest and then down to the sill 

his sleep had learned to ignore her now hhumdrum anticshad learned to ignore her stealthily returning to bed  

but this was a new twist

were always learning

a cat kneads a cock

Neil needed a maid

0007 & 0954,  Monday,  5  11. 18

Neil Young  A Man Needs a Maid  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bORW_YEmHwY

Told im told im   change your evils ways change em No  an fittingly he slipped on a banana peelcracked his skull knocked his hair implants askew

                                      now he looks the ostrich part hell play just before he buries his head in the sand   

Take a deep one

                one last deep breath as the wheels come off your petty red wagon

0907,  Twosday – Election Day,  6  11. 18

804 days remaining or fewer

Steppenwolf  The Pusher  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XqyGoE2Q4Y

he walked across a concrete apron that slippeddescended to meet the asphalt street and spanned the mouththe threshold of an alleyway fixed to the west by an uninspired painted concrete block commercial building and east by a line of young trees which delineated the business park property from the Church of Christs graveled parking lot compound and open grass field

the wind swept south anointing him with its breath and the freshfallen leaves from maples plums aspens and sycamores  they spun across his path and gently pelted his feet and legs caressing himhe imagined  as an old woman might who hadnt made love in a long time and was unsure how to touch him

Hey baby he mused aint nobody so old that theyve forgotten how to ride that bicycle

she cringed  No. Not since my husband died. And that’s been a long time.

Then you were uninterested in men  His death stole life from you

No, no. I was fortysix. My children were grown; they were off living their lives. However what they said, how they acted, made me feel as if I were to go out with other men I’d be tarnishing their father’s memory.

Did they say as much

No, not outright. They hinted. Their father, they knew, left me without any need or want; he left me with generous resources, the house was paid for. They urged me to remain in church, to donate my time to the disadvantaged, the needy.

Maybe they thought you owed him  And maybe they didnt recognise you were a woman

My children, as we raised them, are devout. They believe the church could sustain me, provide for my needs.

Are your children selfish  That seems selfish to meto assume what someone else might need To assume for their mother As if you hadnt a brain in your head A heart beating in your chest

No, theyre not selfish.

If your children dictate to you for their comfort I have to disagree

No. My children care, they care. My husband provided for them too, they’re secure.

Okay  I wont press the point   Are your children in relationships

My daughter is married. One of my sons is married, the other is in a long relationship.

And your husband is dead

My husband is dead.

Well as I said we dont forget how to ride that bicycle

he took her to bed

                        afterwards she told him that was the first time she ever took a mans penis into her mouth

gently he remarked The first time ever

Then youre a natural baby

But lets call it what it is

What it is?

Yes

What is it?

Its a blowjob giving head

That’s a blowjob? I’ve always wondered what a blowjob was. Huh.

she smiled It was nice what you did between my legs.

You have a nice pussy  Tasty too

she blushedshe smiled bigshe didnt cover her mouth  then she snatched the pillow from out behind her head and covered her face

he wanted to kiss her

she kept saying No through the pillow

Alright alright  Then you leave me no choice

a muffled No! came through the pillow  No!

he went down on her

No!  No! she wiggled her hips  No!   Yes.  Yes. Ohyes. Yes. 

                                                            he couldnt hear her anyways she had him my his ears then his hair his ears his hair

she almost busted his lip

he figured now shed be alright    

screw her kids 

if she wanted  the world could be her oyster

texted: 1142,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  31  10. 18

1140,  Monday,  5  11. 18

there was a little game his immediate family playedactually he was late to it  anif he was correct the game began between his son-in-law and youngest daughter 

his youngest was very protective of her sister as might be with sisters he couldnt say it was so between brothers or not so much he had five younger brothers  possibly within the realm his youngest daughter held he only questioned his brother who was a year younger than he

he asked him if he knew what he was doing

his brother had proposed to his girlfriend  

he asked him if he really thought it throughthought it through thoroughly  understood what he was getting into 

his brothers girlfriend was pregnant there were op..NO he didnt softpedal it he didnt like euphemisms people hid behind them 

             Have you discussed aborting the fetus A pregnancy is a poor reason to get married I ask because I havent heard you say you love her

not unreasonable he provoked a nasty response 

however not the response he expected

it was a shrill condemnation that he . . 

                                         Whoa You marrying her has nothing to do with me Ive my own life  Im asking because I love you You might remember several months ago you came to our fourplex and stayed with us for a week when you went through a scarea fucking scare that she was pregnant Which you followed up with a couple months later  a Thanksgiving table announcement  We might be pregnant Might be pregnant  You dontit still gripes me you dont announce you might be fucking anythingleast of all  We might be fucking pregnant   Brilliant

Two uhohs Couldnt figure out you might wanna wear a condom 

Anthen third times a charm Knocked up  And you know how much I hate that vernacular

the shrill condemnationexercised frantic excitement had nothing to do with him suggesting an abortion rather he his brother said had no honorhe didnt know what honor was

Honor

Ya fuckin kiddin me

                     out of the blue in drops Hemingwaykicks a hole in the side of his head  Honor A Farewell to Arms Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow  were obscene beside concrete names of villages, the number of roads, the names of rivers, the number of regiments and the dates.

Brother you can take your military conscienceyour government issue  GI  a Marine is just another GI  to bend to or kneel to orders to be subservient No  my wordsmy actions are my honor  if and I wouldnt had to scar them with your honor

his kid brother got married and had a baby

he said he loved his baby

                  

his youngest was protective of her sister she found it hard to think that any man was good enough for her  

thats what she told him

thats what she told him when they were separate and away from her sister

they had a meeting of the mindsthe hearts the two them sitting on top of a stout oak diningroom table in a house rental on a lake in Iowa for his parents fortieth wedding anniversary all night

he went to bed they were talking when he woke in the morning they were still talking they didnt get off the table and quit talking to go to sleep until breakfast was being prepared

they have an intimate history and amid their historyhe never understood or wanted to know who first said it 

said But secretly

for instance Did you want a slice of apple pie

Yes please but secretly I want my apple pie heated and served ala mode French Vanilla ice cream topped with a sensual sticky drizzle of caramel and a cognac beside a Rose Bone China cup of hot black hazelnutflavoured coffee

Secretly but not so secretly he didnt want people trying to excuse their actions because they heard some people or them or they say their action was admissible

WHO

      Dont tell me them or they somebody Tell me exactly who these people areName them Anif you cant name them then its on youall on you you have no cover You decidedyour decision You are accountable

he was sick and tired of people eluding their responsibilitynot being held accountable hiding behind pronouns

he wasnt sure they knew what a pronoun was

had he his druthers they didnt sound attractive  having them might frighten him but if he had his druthers hed throw them in a celldetain them until they admitted either these others their names or were in fact responsible solely responsible

apparently But secretly most people prefer to lie

0923,  Sunday,  4  11. 18

Neil Young  Words  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HN53WZjCL_g

Bbubbles

           he called her thatshe let him she was goodhumoured effervescent  her bountiful breasts were lighter than air and stealthily tiptoed out of her brassieres her blouseswhatever containers she wore over them to hold them fastbut for moments Not so fast you silly boy The Mothers of Invention What Kind of Girls

                                                                             it wasnt that she was immodesty bounty doesnt really play well with modesty more so they were Houdinis  nothing could hold them 

he didnt complain 

he hadnt complained once since they first met 

                                                 they rose up to get a good look at himOHMYGODno quickly she threw her handfingers widespread across her bodice OHMYGOD a starters pistol  And theyre off Ladies and Gentlemen!

and they were out 

her genuine embarrassment only heightened her complexionrouged her already flushed cheeks blushedbeautifully offset her freckles which tumbled out of her hairline her widowspeak onto her forehead to her cheeks her chest and cleavage played happily across the tops of her shoulders and back and anticipated her large happy aureoles her sayHi! nipples 

he swore one day two daysthree days  a weektwo weeksthree he was going to strip her down naked and languished days and candlelit nights connecting her dots in all their ways varieties and variables 

Jesusquit talking about it already she said  Do it and meant it  she loved how he admired her freckles her breasts  and she knew that his softlydrawn lines or fingertracings his gently counting in her ears wouldnt stop  he would seek his pleasureseeking hers or while teasing her out of her mind for his pleasure alone he wouldnt stopSTOP wouldnt stop him but Peaches breathlessly murmured would

he said goodnighthe wanted to stay but she wanted her good nightshe wanted to sleep and if he stayed he wouldnt let her sleep  he wanted herwas obsessed with herwas obsessed with her body  every tiny bit of it 

he wasnt ever going to be satisfied

Good night, baby she said

Gnight buckwheat

backing down the driveway he threw his highbeams on lit her up

                                                                     Bbubbles in his high beams 

she smiled bigshe didnt cover her mouth  she curtsied her hands at the hem of her short nightgown 

Once a ham he called out his open window

Always a ham she cried back

                               and just before his headlights came off of her this time she helpedshe yanked her nightie down  her breasts came out and waved and blew him kisses goodnight 

one day shed make him lose his mind    

texted to himself:  0402,  Friday,  19  10. 18

1356,  Twosday,  30  10. 18

a troika of tyranny a triangle of terror a twist of the tongueOhGoodness 

dullard Bolton crept out of his secure quiet crypt to liken Cuba Venezuela (or Gillums Florida – if your world is according to Drumpf (apologeezs Mr Irving)) and Nicaragua to Larry Curly Moe the Famous Three Stooges  actually Moe Larry Curly nyuk nyuk nyuk  butt Bolton ought to know that

. . . We will no longer appease dictators and despots near our shores in this Hemisphere (NO we only appease dictators and despots overseas)

. . . These tryants fancy themselves strongmen (theres a lot of that fancying going on inside America too) 

. . . (they) fancy themselves strongmen and revolutionaries, icons and luminaries (who wrote this stuff?). In reality, they are clownish (it takes a clown to know a clown) pitiful figures (pitiful  took the words right out of his mouthHarumpf) more akin – here Bolton goes – to Larry, Curly and Moe. The three stooges of socialism (dog whistle!) are true believers, but they worship a false God (since when did a political and economic theory rate being defined as a deity? let alone a false deity).

. . . The troika (borrowing a little Russian – Boltons probably still a little hungover slaphappy jetlagged from his recent trip to the Moscow) of tyranny, this triangle of terror stretching from Havana to Caracas to Managua, is the cause of immense human suffering (say  Yemen  say  Gaza  say the Saudis and apartheid Israeltheir soldiers shoot people who throw stones), the impetus of enormous regional instability, and the genesis (back to God!) of a sordid cradle of communism (Bolton needs to get his duckduckgoose in a row socialism and communism are not the same thing) in the Western Hemisphere.

however he should have expected this swill

                                           Boltons remarks coincided with the United Nations voting against the demands of the Imperial United States its General Assembly (to be precise laughed at Trump – not with him) condemned the U. S. embargo against Cuba

0924,  Saturday,  3  11. 18

807 days remaining or fewer

https://www.foxnews.com/politics/bolton-labels-cuba-venezuela-nicaragua-a-troika-of-tyranny-announces-new-sanctions

The Three Stooges  whar Michael Jackson got his moves  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWXxS74ly8E

The Three Stooges  You Nazty Spy!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AjolEXjIjBQ

https://www.businessinsider.com/trump-florida-venezuela-andrew-gillum-ron-desantis-governor-2018-10

https://www.theamericanconservative.com/articles/trump-surrenders-to-john-bolton-on-russia-and-arms-control/

he had an idea -- lets shoot people who throw stones

the Three Rs lest we forget -- though many may have or never learned them to begin with – are Reading Writing and ‘Rithmetic  ‘Rithmetic (the one he loved to torture  an ignorant child pulling the wings off a fly to turn it into an ant – he did say Ignorant) wasnt ‘Rithmetic to him rather ‘Rithmetric see what a clever little boy he was  and really enjoying his little idea he never again referred to it other than ‘Rithmetric  which earned him a corner in the classroom  a tall cone Dunce cap jammed down on his headfolding his ears in half his ears getting in the way of his ears  the teacherthe class knew what he was talking about but somehow his eccentricitieshis naming wasnt acceptable he could say the word correctlyhe didnt suffer any physical abnormalities that impaired his pronunciation  Arithmetic.  Say the word.  ‘Rithmetric  the teacherthe principal tried to turn it into something of a power play  when all he was doing was exhibiting the power of play  

even his parents couldnt convince him otherwise

that was the first time he was called incorrigible

incorrigible

           that had a nice ring to it 

so in addition to teaching himself the metric systemthe conversion of inches and feet and miles into centimeters metres and kilometres – Why shouldnt I  The rest of the world uses it  What does America think its so special – he persisted in his incorrigible way imaginingin his eyes  himself as an impregnable dirigible throwing its massive shadow across the ground and an enormous black space in the sky that blotted out the starsthe moon if he passed in front of it

there was comfort in being big and black   

lest we forget

              the Three Rs

he had an idea

trickle up

trickle down nauseated him

it didnt work

not for the Down people

reading one of the Rs he was reading Galeanos Open Veins reminded him of it this afternoon  

Galeano described early seventeenth century Spain  the Church was still getting its ya-yas out for The Inquisition

Spanish capitalists became no more than rentiers through the purchase of titles to Crown debts, and did not invest their capital in industrial investments. The economic surplus went into unproductive channels: the old wealthy class, the senores of gallows and knife, the owners of land and titles of nobility, built palaces and accumulated jewels; the new rich, speculators and merchants, bought land and titles. Neither the one or the other paid taxes worth mentioning, nor could they be imprisoned for debt. Anyone devoting himself to industrial activity automatically lost his membership in the gentleman’s club.

WOW

      a nifty description

of NOW

1552,  Friday,  2  11. 18
808 days or fewer remaining

a caravan

he read a poem from Benjamin Alire Saenzs Dark and Perfect Angels  Contemplating Roads

Americans take roads for granted

they forget that an earlier generation realised that roads and highways were critical  that building them was important to the life of the Nation  to maintain it they built a utilitarian interstate as ancient cultures erected marvelous edifices sacred monuments utilitarian isnt to say that our roads arent sacred they tortured the earth  graded it  they drilled tunnels through stone mountains and dove under wide rivers  they bound the Nation together connecting the fourseasoned north to the hot south the historic east to new west and beaded our small villages and burgs sleepy country townships to the fast skyscrapered urban cities

they made the roads of crushed mountains lime and water and black ribbons of tarmac

                                                                                              for us

“ ‘How come we let this country/Beat us senseless? Everywhere, we’re falling./ Knocked down as we walk. But it isn’t true/That we’re lost, that we’ve been stopped dead/In our tracks.’ She brushes back her hair that often/Hides her face. ‘In America roads mean much, roads/Connect everything, everyone, black roads, hard,/The veins of a nation. Roads, they weren’t made/For us. Nor we for them. And my road,/I’ll pound and pound, and pave it as I walk.’ ”

a caravan walks north to the promise of America

“Give me your tired, your poor,/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,/The wretched refuse to your teeming shore./Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,/I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”  

portion of a poem by Emma Lazarus The New Colossus

if The Statue of Liberty is not true if it is FAKE

it should be razed

1234,  Thursday,  1  11. 18

Stones  Paint It Black  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4irXQhgMqg