Iggy had thrown a third
leaf thriving
the Hermit had dismounted the
bench and walked his dog with a slack leash between them
hed return this evening as he
had prior evenings
to take to his soapbox and riff
on mysteries as he saw and understood them to be
the police would try to
roust him
as always
but those gathered to listen
were fervent and rousted the police and they
they sustained the
Hermit
they
informed the police they were xercising their rights their advise and consent
one has to remember nowadays citizens carried arms too
law had provided interpretations that they could and
if they deemed it necessary
they could use
them employ force against the police
Untried and Begging
begging to be tried by eithers hand
he heard in the long distant a whiff
of To Protect and Serve
Who
and the Citys Fathers over the crackle of cruiser radios wisely backed the police off
frankly it was too dark
suspects were too difficult to ID
in the folds of shadows and
the
blinding flares and staccato of passing headlights through their fixed cameras
videotaping from the cruisers dashes
as yet
cooler minds had prevailed
he sat very still
pondering
a cigar stuck to his lip
its aroma and heat at his nose
the afternoons sun was bright and
lucid
his mind turned darkly
mired in the ruse and colouring of his thoughts in
the smoke and oblique mirrors
of
memories sweeping his consciousness
there at once
maudlin circumspect eviscerating
racing
more
sides than he could count facets like gemstones he would never be able to
afford
or even want if he could
like
carnivale glass and mirrors
the
seers begging
begging to turn their tarot
cards
ply their polished white crystal balls
Omniscient
he declined he
had balls of his own
and organically trusted them
he wondered
and
struggled how some people took commands invoked
the tongue of a burning bush
or the rapture of oracles entrails tea leaves and
scattered bones
Mordant colours
marbling
light
forming pinions
they
piqued him
they
pleasured queried and entertained him
hardly was he ever thoughtless or restless
he
was riddled by imaginings
Iggy the Hermit the lolling-tongued dog
he listened to the Space surrounding him
listened raptlypanning and sifting through the fools gold for Its pure nuggets
he could have easily have been at home in the Klondike or the Gold Fields of California
as ruthless as the next miner
though not inhabited by what seemed their shallow greed
their dull yellow fires
his was the shearing
blue flames of crematoriums that crumbled bone
split
elements into a talcum of ash
effecting
singularity
all imperfections burnt away
Ore made sublime
and else
the whispers
from headwaters clear and sleek suffering the turn of iceblue glacial
torrents
then the cigar smoke smarted his eyes
objecting
it interfered and interrupted
the dusks plum infused him
the Light had escaped
it was of no matter
Intrigue neednt either
1503, Thursday,
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