1.5.20



the devil is in the detail  details

motherfuckers were holding their cards tight to their chests
                                                              which was disappointing  his combatants were liars   were women fuckin gatekeepers

he preferred theyd let it all hang out

an they mightjust might 
                         if he drank their Kool-Aiddeclared his fealtyswore loyalty and allegiance  put his hand on a fuckin Bible 


Sorry  aint a soul whose tits are that hot
                                            but
theyd been raised to be second-to-none they have been ordained  theyre damn-near holy


they were as holey as the next woman
                                         NO I'M NOT Dont scream 
they are the Chosen


Yahwell let the cunts who vie for the Chosen jump through their entitled-hoops

he was only mortal

he lived for the Moment

Heaven wasnt waitin on him

thered be no KnockKnock Knockin’ on Heavens Door

hed take a bus

hed thumb a ride

he wasnt standing in line with a lot of crumbs  defending their lives bleachin buffin polishin their assholes
Nein Ich kacken nicht  No I do not shit
                                          See how pretty my star  Every cease and cranny cleansed
Not to say thatthat aint enticing
                                  rather Take a shower he was fine with soap and water  nobody had to floss for him


pickybroads

pickycunts

they could pick themselves clean like monkeys groomin  then another monkey jumping into play  typically a lesser monkey
          typically a monkey look for favour


theres no favour hed ask of them


they were conspicuously vague on details  clutched details like they clutched their cards to their chests  clutched their tits


he wasnt into clutchers


he liked freaks

1541,  Reggae Friday  1  5. 20
Warren Zevon  Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euBuVh_BUe4     


I know, I know, I kno . . 
. . STOP  Yadont
                  Yacant possibly know because I havent said   unless yawanna tell me right now what Im gonna say

Youre welcome to say what I was going to say



Lets hear it


she sat on her knees looking up at him defiantly

Im all ears Whadaya know whawas I going to say
                                                       That you emphatically know


Nothing

Nada


Youre a smart little girlfor sure but you dont know what I was going to say what Im reprimanding you for


Last chance


Awright

I want you to admit that you dont knowyadont know what I was going to say


couldnt be comfortable admitting she didnt know when she tried to shut down his explanation 


Yawanna dare  doubledown  on your ridiculous interjections
                                                                  because if you know   say
Im happy to apologise if Im wrong

If you dont know

You owe me the courtesy of an apology


Beyond the apology I wont make you eat crow   cold  dead  crow CAW CAW  CAW  Even a crows smart enough to know when its blown its cover


she just sat on her knees glaring at him




too bad she wasnt his kid hedve stood her upcracked her on the ass once then sent off her to sit on her bed an think  not touch a damn thing

in this househis daughters house  he could watch to make sure she didnt touch anything   they had CCTV


             Jesus  Christ

0054,  Wednesday,  18  12. 19
1059,  Friday,  1  5. 20

30.4.20

Mr President 63,861 American dead on your watch


Trump has remained defiant and distrustful of negative polling.
                                                                   however hes fine with coronavirus False Negatives 
re-opening America  and keeping butchering factories running full-tilt boogie

1847,  Thursday,  30  4. 20
A Taste of Honey  Boogie Oogie Oogie  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYWkG_DI5OE

63,861 American dead as of 1955,  Thursday,  30 4. 20


he took notes What are you doing noware you making notes again? You kill me. You’re never away from a pen and paper or your cell, addressing texts to yourself . . more notes . . . it isn’t that interesting.

he looked up from the papered clipboard relaxed his pen for a moment Youre incorrect Whacha oughta say is that its not that interesting to you You  Thank gawd youre not the arbiter of what is interesting or isnt Fuckin droll Uninvested  Uninterested I could put my eyes out with blunt pencils an still see more than you with my ears Youre not curious

Or, or, or if you’ll allow me, I’m not as curious as you.

Dont  Youre not curious  I point things out to you you hardly can be bothered to look

You’re always pointing things out to me . . 
. . Im sharing

You’re always pointing things out to me. That ain’t sharing.


How often do you point something out to me

Rarely.
        Rarely. I admit that. But I think you’ve already seen them. You’re so damn observant. What’s that about?


I see things with a writers eyesstories being told all around me and its only a matter of looking for them an often  I think  it is because Im looking that the reveal themselves  or enact their particular drauma . .
. . That! he said as an accusation That!  Drauma. You don’t say dramayou tout drauma.

An you know why

Drama trauma trauma drama  drauma Yeah! Though I’m still not sure what you’re talking about.

Yes you do  Just another aspect of observing things

he sighed Couldn’t we just walk somewhere and you keep it to yourselfwrite it, text it . . But don’t say anything to me.

A little rude Like taking a telephone call when youre in conversation or having a meal with someone

Get over it. We’re rude, everyone’s rude, it could be important.

AhCorrection. You’re not rude. You ignore your fone, constantly, except, except . . when you’re making a note to yourself.

Please. Be rude if it’ll save me from having to look at something.


I think if you brought your camera out  I think youd get what Im doing You used to go everywhere with your camera . .
. . And times change. Now I have a fon . .
. . It aint the same Its point an shoot an everyone thinks theyre a gawddamn photographer I aint tellin ya sumptin ya dont know

he was growing visually exasperatedimpatient  his cheek flushed Man, be rude.  Please.  Just be rude.




not everything he noted made the cut

they tended to be outlines or stab wounds deep enough to catch his attention  then maybe he could elaborate usually he could elaborate


he was going through a note on paper with pen a December dream that arrested him he wasnt dreaming much in December circumstances  hell for that matter he wasnt sleeping much in December either

he read it dispassionately

he didnt snag on a hook till hallway through it  . . her right breast  heavy  full   jiggling

any fullbloodied male heterosexual possibly some female heterosexuals might get hooked too
                                                                                                   an with the dream-memory of that heavy jiggling breast he recalled her  a dreamed-woman  recalled  with humour   the dream
a gauntlet
            hed been winding his way looking for Ariadnes thread to help him leave all she ever did was save him timeprovided him a shortcut sometimes he disregarded it wanted a bit more adventure even if one can direct their dreams as he could  they remain adventurous

There Atta girl he fingered the thread  looked around  to his left a wall of glass windows overlooking a natatorium a huge concrete apartment building standing on top it  facing it looking up he couldnt see how tall it was his angle of perception was diminished by a tall concrete curb and it mounted by a tenfooteasy chainlink fence bolted into it

he couldnt see the top of the apartment

as he paused to look around out from the corner of his eye he saw a huge splash in the pool just ahead of him a tiled walkway ran between the pool and the bank of windows  and the pavement he walked on separate

he walked ahead and approaching the subsiding water he saw a woman fullyclothed in the pool 

a man was behind her

the man was stripping her clothingpressing her to the edge of the pool feet from where he stood directly across from her 

she didnt see him

the man certainly didnt see him

the pool was shallow where they struggled

the man yankingstretching her blouse her clothing grappling with her succeeded in popping the button from her blouseher bra disheveled  then exposed her right breast  heavy  full   jiggling

the assailant thrusted against her from behind

her expression looked frenzied  but she wasnt calling for help

he made different calculation behind his eyes and when he looked again she still jostledstill jiggling mouthed DO YOU MIND?



SHIT she was enjoying it and her maybe-not assailant

he wanted to tell her NO  I DONT MIND and not move off spot but healso wanted to respect her mild request for privacy or violation for that matter if it was
                                    then the scene suddenlyviolently revolvedthe pool dropping through the floor the rest of the pool hurtling towards the glass the bleacher at the farside the blue tiled wall behind it rolling like a Bingo cage turning wooden balls he saw himself reflected in the glass its silvering the blue wall and then silvered black and silvered cubisted with furnaces and air ducts wiring structural supports silvered black again and suddenly stopped  the glass gone  the concrete building above it gone   he was outside an Airstream trailer standing with five others  the chainlink fence behind him transformed into a tall dense leafy hedge 

he entered the trailer with the clutchhe brought up the rear  they were compatriots of a sort he could heareveryone could hear what they were thinking a hive mind and then suddenly he slipped the connexionthey couldnt read his mind  though he could read theirs  he went off script  he assumed their leadershipwas their authority slipping their connectivity induced confusion and anxiety in the five yet he felt that without himauthority or not  because they were not separatebecause the retained their binding they were capable of proceeding without him  
                                                                                                  they were going to have to
he had no intention of babysitting them


the five looked alike three women two men they looked alike he was grateful for the heaving rotation and the glassthe mirror he didnt look like them

there  ariadnes thread

at his toe

he figured hed stroll a bit longer

   

1834, Thursday,  17  12. 19
1557,  Thursday,  30  4. 20

29.4.20


he took another hit off the bong
                                 when no one gathered sat forward to take it from him he set it down in the grassat his hip beside his lawn chair

he leaned his head back and exhaled a long breath of smoke into the night sky it moved to the cool breeze coming off the lake

the water played in the reedslapped the warm mud mixed with silt and grass and last years fallen leafmulch 

they pitched tents built a firepit fed it seasoned oak they brought in their trunks and trucks 

they joinedthey said to celebrate their mothers life
                                                        he came to defend it
she was his motherinlaw 

hed known her only three years when she died but when he visited her his fatherinlaw they spent inordinate time together usually rising before the rest of the house  took their black coffees – another predilection only they shared -- outside and sat beside each other in wicker chairs sharing a side table made of a finished log stood on end  they knew the tree it came from  and usually sitting up before an applewood fire in the fireplace long after family went to bed
they were never bankrupt for conversation

he admired her deeply she laughed when he knelt genuflected – he liked the word -- before her paying homage to her for all the balls she managed skillfully to keep in the air it seemed that only he and his wife appreciated her delicacydeftness her aplomb as she negotiated yetanother riff between her children her children and her husband agilely constantly  putting out fires
                                     Why  he abruptly asked herhe felt too many times   Why

she would reach over to himtake his face in her hand  few people got that close  and smile beatifically Because they’re my family.

Who heap shit on you anfrom our conversations have heaped shit on you for long as theyve been conscious an youve been married

I accept it, it’s not like I didn’t see it coming, didn’t try and thwart it.


Is it a project

she laughed heartily No. Not a project, no. They’re selfish people, they were born selfish; it’s their nature. 

It’s my nature to nuture.

he couldnt hold his tongue Man your cross to bear
                                                      Seems the wrong people are bearing crosses


he hung on her wordsalways paid attention to their depth their gravity

he learned lot from her but hed be damned if he put it into practise as she did

she shined a light into a wilderness which otherwise he wouldnt have known


his wife wasnt selfish

unfortunately she exhibited the same tendenciestendernesses her mother did  they were two peas in a pod

yet once he started dating her he made sure her siblings understood they were to treat her right or hed treat them in kind 

they really didnt like that 

he didnt care 

Balls in your court Cross your sister youll cross me An as you know I wont tolerate it Make her life hell for a moment  Ill make yours hell for a day

it wasnt a threat




he sat around a campfire with them

he wouldnt have been there if his wife hadnt begged
                                                         truly
he couldnt deny his wife anything

but he could make her beg

he wasnt sure what that said about him about them  about her

he preferred to keep her out of harms way

but she preferred to walk on hot coals

Why
      that echoed Why he threw at his motherinlaw

his wife let his Whys roll off her back

she tried to disarm him They’re my fam . .
. . No Theyre your siblings Theyre your parents family

shed set her jaw adamant like trying to make a mule get up and walk if it didnt want to  They are my family.

Yes Yours  Allyours


they sat before the fireyapped what a miracle it was that their mother held on as long as she did before she died that she clawed back and was able to communicate with them after her physicians said she was at Deaths door

they liked to co-opt her miracle as their miracle lighted by its light  not their mothers light  they wouldnt give her that
anymore than they gave his wifelied to her that her mother was doing well when in fact it was apparent to her physician that she had lapsed back into a coma and could linger for weeks months   a year 
a real Quality Lifehuh

her machine was turned off



stoned
        what he could imagineknowing his motherinlaw  her and her witchy ways  was that she foresaw what loomed in the future for her granddaughter the only grandchild she was alive to meet and enjoy  she sidestepped her miracle hoping that it might flow to her granddaughter

he could imagine and he could accept that


he let them talk

he pulled his chair back from the corona cast by the firethey wouldnt mind  and sat situated where he could hear the water better than the fires crackling
                                       their cackling

his wife got up out of her chair and squatted down by him gave him a kiss Are you alright?

Ahyour sweet Im fine Really  If they cross any lines . . 
. . You’ll swing in like Tarzan?

Yes Jane Exactly like Tarzan

I love you. Thank you.

he looked up into her face  it was darkened by the night her shadow the bright fire at her back  You know  eventually  Ill submit to you  Im stubborn   And Im stubbornly in love with you

Your mom was one-in-a-million  I am so grateful meeting you allowed me to me her

You were her guy. You know she wrote that in her calendar the day she met you.

Yah  She was so cocksure

he saw the smile break on her face his eyes more accustom to the darkness now or maybe lighted by moonbeams reflected by the lake  Cocksure?  My mother and cocks?  Could we agree to assuredconfident?

Off of one meeting

Love. No matter who you meet, you make a substantial first impression.


Are you tryin to get in my pants



Could be.  she squeezed his thigh as she rose  I’m not going to ask you if I can get you something.


I love you Cindi

I lust you too. she walked away


as much as he liked to see her come he liked to see her go

Twosday evening,  15  10. 19
1257,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  29  4. 20
Blood, Sweat and Tears  God Bless the Child  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=04rClGsbWp4   



healing
 
                       heal thyself

actually the quote is from Luke some chaptersome verse  Latin  Medice, cura te ipsum

she wasnt a physician

she was curiouslyinclined and knew her body

she knew her bodyshe thought as well as he knew his
                                                            Yadont Ive abused my body I know my abused body more than you know your unabused body 

Yours is a temple baby

Mines a hovel

I knew that from the getgo

So please dont follow my lead


he blew hot air



years ago when she worried she would die youngher mother committed suicideher maternal grandmother died young of a novel disease he reminded her that he was inside of her too
                                                                  Yagot me inside you I dontfor a moment believe youre going to die young

she smiled warmly Maybe, I’m telling you . . to prepare you.

Please stop Nothing can prepare anyone for death 

Youre an athlete You know the power of thinking positive Please Muster positivity  Put this death-imagining down



she tried her best to heal herselfletting her body dictate the terms 

it was a bad fit

she neglected the medical professionals despite seeking them

he had done the same

he did because he felt the physician didnt listen to himhad a preconceived notiona preconceived diagnosis 

he decided that the symptomssymptom of whatever was haranguing him was ultimately pain  the matter then  bearing it

so he decided to quash the specialists diagnosis and let his body heal

he accepted the pain the sleeplessness  accepted the time hed have to commit  and endure


her professionals were genetic specialists

he thought they could have impressed her

she swung their way later  perhaps later than she should have

maybe she would have endured longer

maybe


her healingher miracle manifested itself in her brute tolerance her determination and was alternatively aided by high-tech medical machinery  chicanery   snake oil

If you believe If you believe If you believe
                                            Theres no place like home



she broke his heart

not that she meant to

but there was no way she couldnt


the last thing she wrote him with her eye-gaze devise You are the best Dad


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