demonstration space

                     he was watching DemocracyNow! as it reported under Headlines that Drumpf and Party were not getting back to organisations who were seeking demonstration space in Washington D.C. to protest his presidency

on Inauguration Day 

              and as he listened to the reporting tried to quell the violence ticking inside him incited by their cowardly acts their unwillingness to face evident and unfavorable opinion while otherwise maintaining Drumpfs stated desire “to be president of all Americans” yet obviously afraid fearful to brave them face to face

such Horseshit! demonstration space 

                     demonstration spaces provided to hide and suppress those who disagree with this authority-lacking-mandate and keep it from seeing the least-adoring of the country

                                                       and as he listened to their reporting inside his head he heard Woody Guthries This Land Is Your Land sung softly  its words changed

This land is your land this land is my land

From where they tell us or where they dont

From where they arrest us for contrived trespassin

This land was made for you and me

distracted by the abject notion of demonstration space strangled any other words

if you cant face people in real time fantasy and falsehood placate and are your demeanor

OhNo  Only I can save you

    

1044,  Friday,  6  1. 17

Woody Guthrie  This Land Is Your Land  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxiMrvDbq3s

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me the golden valley
This land was made for you and me

I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
All around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

There was a big high wall, that tried to stop me

A sign was painted it said Private Property

But on the back side it didn’t say nothing

This land was made for you and me  

When the sun come shining, then I was strolling
In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land
From the California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

Stones  Sister Morphine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C39kQoprfP0

he hadnt noticed before  had not come in from the cold outdoors blowing warm breath into his cupped hands  walked in with his head down 

if he hadnt he wouldnt have seen its reflection in the glass of the antique vanity they had in the diningroom sharing space to eat and keeping her studio  

she loved the natural light which filled the room and worked mornings and afternoons when she was home

                                                                      home   when she was home

itd been awhile

atop the vanity she placed a Caribbean blue colored-glass Ball jar filled with colored art pens and pencils

it lay on its side just under the glass

the reflection and the jar formed a perfect chevron bisected by the glasss soft-curved beveled woodframe

the jar wasnt violently upset

simply turned on its side off its wide bottom 

it lay as if in repose

the violence would have been niceanything other than the sameness of every day would have been nice

violence appealed to him

their cat must have been scratching his chin on the pens and pencils and turned the jar onto its side

he didnt belong on the vanity

try telling a cat where it belongs

if a cat had a tongue to say itd say I go anywhere I damn well please

he liked that she did too about cats

they were unfettered  independent   Shaddup  Feed me  Clean my litterbox  Treat me

that was on their Direction label in fine print

there were days he wished he was a cat  although not for the seemingly endless cat-naps interrupted by eating and shitting and pissing(he said pissing for her – the term upset him – pissing – piss – it seemed so vulgar  derogatory  particularly when coming out of her well-formed beautiful mouth)(he thought it said it because he missed her and anything to engender her presence was keen to him)

he wished the Ball jar was violently on its side because he pushed her against the vanity her hands atop it her fingers curled at its edge as he yanked her skirt up yanked her panties down and took her from behind  rutting  pleasuring himself  a hand at her hip pulling its knob of bone the other hand up her blouse shoved roughly under her bra grabbing her tit squeezing it pinching her nipple she barks in pain both hands at her tits her blouse ripped bone buttons scatter

he bites her ear tells her Tell me Fuck me

Fuck me she echoes thrills Fuck me Fuckme

they fuckthe Ball jar topples scattering pens and pencils the vanity rocks when he comes close to cumming he pulls out of heryanks her around by a shoulder and titslams her ass against the vanityfucks her

                                           he pulls out

to her exasperation

to a snarl formed on her lips 

he smiles into it  shoves her down onto her knees fucks her snarl his cock wet with her pussy hecums! his legs give outhe drops to his knees  he kisses her  kisses her deeply tastes her and him in her mouth  kissing her he grabs her hair the back of her neck  with his other hand he fingers hertwo fingers her clit quivers shecums! he pulls her head back kisses and bites her throat  he shoves her over onto her back pulls her legs apart  then laying down with her he spreads her pussy with his fngers an laps her an sucks an sups

their cat sits off to a side watching tail twitching readied to flee

she gasps gasps panicks shecums!again unmercifully she grinds his face against her clit thrusts her pelvisEat it! her hands yanking on his hair an ears  shes directing now

violence appealed to them

 1303,  Monday,  2  1. 17