15.6.19


he got stoned on jimsonweed  thrice itll make you say that  

                                                                              stoned  
                       is not accurate

a.k.a. alias  Datura stramonium  if someone wanted to pull up their pants and get fancy

there was nothing fancy about high on Datura

                                                                                                    high  
        is not accurate


Mary he was trying to get in Marys pants returned from California from a trip expressly to cop some jimsonweed seedpods  Damn things grow on the roadside she said  free for the taking.

she took what she could carry

We chew on this she said an he chewed on that gnarly quartered seed pod asif it was Marys clit  chewed on it asif he could eat his way into her hearthe was all-in We chew she said until nothing’s left. Then we swallow.

bitter
       tastes bitter as . .  aposiopesis                                                                                                 
once upon a time he might have said it tasted as bitter as . . ass  but hes had ass since  
                                                                                             and ass he had wasnt bitter 

hed leave it  tastes as bitter as . .


he watched Marys jaws work and work and work and he chewed and chewed and chewed keeping up with her

she said she had jimson before

along the way they suffered some fuckin hilarious retches tearsintheeyes guttural gags   made the gnawing fun

finally Mary looked him in the eyesher eyes yet teary and grabbed a cane-weaved bottle of red wine by the neck and gulped itswallowing the thoroughlymasticated seed pod

she handed the bottle to him

he followed her in kind the wine was good he didnt drink much wine she brought it up out of her fathers cellar they wouldnt have known a good wine from a bad one but they figured her father did

it certainly helped alleviatewash away the caustic bitterness in their mouths


Mary sat back on the couch 

                                          Could you throw more wood on the fire? It’s outside.
she was an angler

he was a fish

the room was darker

she loved firelight

Be happy to he said Right back


Outside
            Where

Generous hint


he felt something inside his head at his peripheralhis temple  peeking at him  yellow eyes blink  blink

if he was to stack wood where would he stacked it

nothing in the yard

Hmm

Hey yelloweyes   

Where would you stack wood

yelloweyes just kept staring blink  the eyes were beginning to look alien

Marys old man was fastidious a dentist he was pretty sure her old man knew when he and Mary liberated some nitrous oxide at his office after hours
                                       hed keep wood under cover
three car garage
back of the yard
probably used one as a bay

kept wood

he tried turning towards yelloweyes it avoided him Heyman Why didnt you think of the garage shesh Aint got a brain behind that ugly kisser
    Fuck
          he quit glancing at his peripheral  he gathered a heavy armload of wood  maybe Mary would be better with yelloweyes than he  she was kind thoughtful understanding 

yelloweyes oozed out of his head and hungweighty across his shoulders like a stole 

as he walked back to the house up a narrow sidewalk along a hedgerow the hedges Eewed and leaned away from himthey ruffled their branches like feathersEeew 

EEW Thats all they got



in the livingroom after carefully placing the wood of the stone hearth he didnt remember opening the door

Mary 

Yeah, Joe.

I think I walked through the door to get it

Yeah. Through the door. Why not? Why wouldnt the door be courteous, it’s atoms separating. a brother needed help; helped him out. Gotta think the door used less energy letting you pass through it than swinging itself open and shut again.

The door’s shut, yah?

Ill look . .
. . Look from here.

he looked

the door was shut tight and locked

it was he and Mary for the rest of the night



he watched the fire

it was entrancing

he watched the livingroom window crawl up on the ceiling like a spider 
                                                                           and looking out through it he saw the outside shudder freeze glare shudderthen twist churn move asif he was watching clothes turn in a washer at a laundromat  then the window crept to a corner of the ceiling and began to inflate swell a clinging bubble  its belly distending descending towards him fisheye he saw his funnyhouse reflection in

he wanted to touch it

when he reached for itthat portion closest his hand recoiled  it dimpled  it Kirk Douglas chinned 

Sensitive 

he heard the wordthe voice

it didnt sound like him

Mary

it didnt sound like her

Sensesitive
            that sounded like him

the window shrank and hung in the corner the fire reflecting off it



he thought he threw a log on it from where he waswhere was he  on the couch beside Mary she had taken off her clothes she was playing with herself she didnt seem to mind that he was watching or the window either from the corner Why didnt he think of jackin off Yelloweyes You  Fuck   You are braindead

Sensitive
         that sounded like her
she gulped gulpedgasped

he shifted onto his belly on his elbowsbetweenherlegs 
                                                         and watched 

she brought herself nearly to a frenzythen stopped  panted panted  pant  pant panted


when her breathing calmed she went after herself again 


once she looked down over the top of her jiggling tits at him 

she smiled 

then her eyes went off somewhere rolled back in her head

he looked up

the window wasnt up in the corner

it returned to where it belonged

he put another log on the fire 
from where he was


Huh

he looked back to Mary 

You said something

her pussy smiled

but didnt repeat herself

she blew him kisses

he blew kisses back to her


a tall house plant that had been to his elbow when he sat sighed and laid across his back 

to watch Marys pussy and fingers too

it wasnt heavywasnt a distraction

it was warm however

and wrapped like a tamale he became sleepy




he woke in the morningsun coming through the window  spooned with Mary she was naked shivered her skin goosebumps she pulled his arm over her like a blanket

he gripped her tithis wristforearm across the other her nipples swelled her goosebumps shrank she warmed

he craned his head to look at the clock on the end table above their heads

the hands were doubledthe numbers doubled  the clock a doubleexposure

he closed his eyes

the doubling made him slightly nauseous

he clutched Marys tit harder grounding  pleasurable

the nausea receded


                                    as he fell back to sleep he sensed the livingroom window creeping up on them


0922,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  8  5. 19
1229,  Friday,  14  6. 19

14.6.19


there was something else that pushed up against the tribe this morning but tribe and the coloured magnet letters cockblocked it took it apart dismembered it before it could ticklegrab a handful of his imaginations hair 
                                                                                                             so he went out into the yard to garden ansee if it would risebubbleup in his head


it didnt


then a default kicked in
                          defaults like seismic or semiotic events usually stepped upentered the fray to fill the void fill it like a brightpink vibrator with blue balls for a jilted woman who wasnt yet over the pig
Ghost Assassin

he had no idea what that was

frankly he had no idea how he bumped up to it on-line 

hed have to see if he could reverse-engineer it . . .

. . . in the meantime
Ghost Assassin



his brother-in-law was a square

he was trying to round him out by degrees   not violentlywhich was his inclination but with finetooth files  emerycloth  rubbing   irritating   slowly trying to shape an end-product

fingers crossed
                 although he wasnt a proponent of luck


it wasnt progressing well



Ghost Assassin


they were meeting later that afternoon for beers a putsch as they affectionately named it Hitlers Munich beerhall putsch ended badly for him he ended up in in jail he ended up writing Mein Kampf then on April 30 he ate a cyanide capsule and shot himself in the head with a Walther PPK  

they didnt want to go to jail 
                              the prevailing political winds a president who wouldnt be able to say what prevailing meant or could spell it Awright Fair  Give it a shot Donny  P – R – E – V – E – I – L – I – N – G  he didnt expect anything less than his very best effort  Clown  P - R - E - V- A - I - L - I - N - G  prevailing circumstances lead them to meet once a week to excoriate the presidents latest mouthful of shit or tweetgoverning - nope- by tweet  asinine what a fucking birdbrainNo he immediately apologised to all avian species




Ghost Assassin 
                 he thought it might be good to have one in a putsch rather he thought it be good to have one in a pinch


1402,  Twosday,  11  6. 19  



he didnt think he heard him righthe interrupted Youll excuse me You said   Kentucky economy

Yeah.

I . .er ..  I never heard of Kentucky economy . .
. . Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, all our states; forever. Forever the economy has been part of our way of life. For folks like us.

For folks like us

You ain’t us.

Then meaning for folks like you living in these states

I’m sure in all states; for folks like us.


Im sorry  what do you meanwhat are you talking about

Poor folks.

Poor folks

Like I said, you ain’t us.

Im not wealthy

You ain’t wealthy, but you got that look about you that you’d disapprove of our . . economy.

Your Kentucky economy I am drawn to its rhymeits poetics

That’s another thing separating us, poetics; we ain’t got time for poetics, poetry, poems, sissy shit.

You tryin to be provocative

Huh?

he didnt waste time trying to educate him Annoy irritate goad  capisceEven hicks understand capisce  Got me

My.  Hicks.  You’re quick to temper.

Im quick to insultIve said I dont understand your Kentucky economy  Quit labouring  What do you mean

I mean what’s been meant for a long time; for us folks. We ain’t got money. We need money. And God bless my Dixie, God bless her; Dixie makes our ends meet.


it almost felt like a wink and a nod should have followed 

or “Ya catch my drift?”

Kentucky economy


Dixie makes ends meet

Yes. 

My wife does.


She does


She does every time we’re in need; and that’s most all the time.



Youre right I aint you


after 8 this morning,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  12  6. 19
1354, Day-between-Two-Ts,  12  6. 19

13.6.19


hed never seen so many steps in his life Wrong!

Oh  Yes he stood corrected  Give me a moment   That was a lot of years ago 

he had 
            as an eighth grader he visited Washington DC and ran up the Washington Monument lotsa steps

but that was lotsa years ago

he thought to himself Give me afuckin break 
                                                 although he wasnt prone to giving himself breaks

only once before  had he seen more steps in his life HAPPY?  



his daughter worked in a science lab  a secured building

whenever he visited her employment he took the stepshe was disinclined to use mechanics while he was capable while he had legs while he cherished his health and stamina
                                                          besides  he liked fire stairwells they were as surreptitious or as clandestine as the backseat of a car parked in lovers lane you had his guarantee

the last time he had gone to visit her he climbed the steps to the fifth floor where she worked only to discover – how stupid was he – that the security access was locked a numberpad blinked at him tempting him to be sly  to be James Bond

he was no James Bond 

discretion is the better part of valour

he wanted to see his daughter

he had enough things in his pastdancing with cops that she didnt know of that could suggest his intent wasnt altogether innocent

activism gives one that 
                         like Hawthornes Scarlet Letter burned or cut into ones forehead Wha?  I fell when I was a kid everyone falls when theyre a kid anif one hadnt they hadnt pushed their luck as they should havehadnt sought the bliss the flimsy defense of  ignorance is bliss 
                                           he pushed that adage to the brink tried to establish beyond a reasonable doubt that YES  YES!  Someone could be that stupid Wipe that shit-eatin grin off your face! Ohshit  was he smiling again  akin to Did I say that outloud  I thought I was only thinking it


OH Oops  a third time a third time he saw as many steps as his daughters employment had was with his son-in-law Sam  as they escaped a Vegas club gone sour

the exit they found looked much like an Escher drawing steps that went up were separate from the steps that went down  or perhaps the copious Grey Goose they imbibed made it seem so

Sam wanted out for whatever reasons that had occurred to him

he saw him making a break and followed him

his son-in-law was none-too-happy he followed Yawanna give me some room?

Nope You ought to appreciate that I hardly ever follow anyone  not my style

they actually followed EXIT signs that lead them into a storage room a dead-end  actually he didnt think that Grey Goose had hallucinatory qualities Well what the fuck?! Sam exclaimed

Lets reverse field was all he could muster thinking to himself Thats messed up

reversing field is how they found Escher staircases

four flights side by side

the ones that ascended on the sixth floor were separated by those that descended a crotch between them a V which could be violated there was chainmesh to either side of the opening just enough room to slip between rather  climb a railing

he went first

ignorance is bliss

he never remembered Sam had a prosthesis his right leg below the knee his son-in-law was more intact than other men who took their bodies for granted

he got through clean as a whistle

Sams right shoe got caught in the crotchSEIZED and he fell through the gap onto his head onto the descending steps

as Sams heels flopped over and downward he lunged and grabbed him by his chest – how the fuck his son-in-law didnt break his neck was beyond him the top of his head split  smiled real big at him STITCHES he bellowed HELP! and bellowing he wondered why he did up and down the staircases there wasnt a soul remembering  it was fire stairwell HELP!

Security emerged like wolves at a crippled calf  they screamed What are you doing in here?! This is a secure place!

Yah Well if maybe you boys were doing your jobs we never would have found the chink in your armour

then he iced the cake My sons an attorney

yaps snapped shut




he walked back down the flights of steps to the lobby to call his daughter

she beat him to the punch Where are you?

Im in the lobby

Ohgood.

Yes Im just down from climbing up to the fifth floor  where I understand your office is

Aw, Papa, the doors are locked. You need a security card to gain access.

Or the pass number to enter on the keypad

Or that.

Of which I had neither Christ  president has access to the nuclear code an hes definitely a clear and present danger . . 
. . she laughed  Don’t go nuclear on me.

No Just frustrated I should have calledIm used to following the pack up the stairsforgetting that the first person through had authorised our entry

Yes. There is that.

Yes I also recognised that the elevators are disarmed

Yes they are. Theyre shutdown to traffic after three p m.

I’m at the top of the stairs. You went to the stairwell to the right of the elevators, correct?

I did

Good. I standing here, at the top of the stairs.

You said Im happy my bags arent too heavy

Did you want me to come down to help?

Ohfuckno 

Okay. 

See you in a moment?

In a moment

he sweated 
             still he liked the security she enjoyed

it wasnt up his alley

confrontation was his forte      

0812,  Friday,  17  5. 19
1229,  Reggae Friday,  7  6. 19