30.6.14



I keep telling me you need a new anvil

You need a new anvil 

--   A new anvil  What the hell I dont even own a ball and peen hammer  What use would 
I have for an anvil
                                          Let alone a new one

I say  Think
Think it over
Think before your bad habit jumps you  --  you open your mouth wag your tongue and havent entertained the thought a single moment  --  and spites you 
Think
A new anvil

--   Ah
A New Anvil
Algrens Anvil

You can  Think

--   Dont be sarcastic  I aint thick 

I dont think you ought to get carried away with yourself just because  on occasion  you get something right
After youve  Thought  about it
first

--   You aint easy to please

Im not here to be pleased
Although I like it when you please yourself
because you rarely do or are happy with yourself
Miserably high standards
for yourself

--   You dont like being me  do ya

Sometimes  I dont like being you

--   Were kinda fuckd arent we

I  Think  were okay
We get along

--   A New Anvil

I  Think 
if not that then something else  something else for you to pound on and get the words out 
however they can be gotten out  because despite what you think  theyre coming and coming 
hot and heavy  and rather than spew erratic or errant 
direct them 
direct them at something effectively 
something
deserving your disgust or angst

--   Shape them with the help of a new anvil

Yes  I keep telling you




0125,  Sunday,  13  1. 13

29.6.14



She was very kind
kind enough to roll over onto her ailing shoulder and pick up her cellphone for him
from the narrow bedstand
and send him a text message . . . she tapped out what he dictated from the words he 
overheard
the words that hung in his ears from that between place of consciousness and 
unconsciousness:
                                                                                                      “Every man
every man was spoken for  except the dead man” . . . words that came into his ears in 
the voice of a unseen crone


he almost stuck around to hear her cackle
                                                                      but the  slick  stained  poured-concrete walls   
the row of yellow cones of light peeping  --  not wanting to see what they lit  --  down from the innards of flyspecked tin shades                                                                                             
                                                                       the row disappeared into a deep darkness 
like phosphorescent spots on the spine of a snake where its ribs conjoined
its smell wretched
                               frightened him to flee
                                                                        Convinced   if he heard it   hed see her
and she  like Medusa or the Erinyes  would fix him in that place  turn him to stone  or 
remedy him
with a horrible violence of which he had no concept 
                                                                                        torture   forced to contemplate
the deliberate pain one wouldnt force another to undergo or bear

but the torture had nothing to do with enduring the wicked blades or dull blunt mauls
the pinchers or coals or roasting fires
                                                                   not the viscous fetid water drowned in 
or seamy oils 
or needles spikes and spines  or crosscut saws


horrified    he started 
certain when his eyes popped open                                                                                                     in the very next moment hed hear the crone  and would not have escaped 
                                                                                                                      and witnessed         
her shadow slither up a sickly wall


but he eluded his unconsciousness                                                                                                     
or it released him
and the scrap it allowed him to bring back were the words written with his tongue
that she was kind enough to record
to remind him
                                                                                                                                   
fear will seek you where you let it


1616,  Saturday,  28  6. 14

28.6.14



cat quickskated into the parking lot in a matte charcoal two-door TwoGrand        
couldntve been much later
Mazda 323 Protégé
on flatblack rims
and parked   diagonally
across two spaces
                               likely  he surmised  to protect it from the venal and jealous
who  with their doors  might assail its finish and fine sidepanel and door sculpturings

but none of this abruptness caught his eye quicker
                                                                                           than the block letters 
inelegantly pasted to the rear windshield
lavishly interrupting the drivers vision through his rearview mirror 
                                                                                                           but then 
what were the doormounted sideview mirrors for

                                                                                              the block letters
conveyed the drivers obvious  keen  passion    who  himself  may have had ten years 
on his vehicle

                                                                                          it was his experience
such full-formed ideology isnt tested and arrived at  NO   its bred   imparted   doctrine
but this part of the country had a hard-on for doctrine    its early-settler old-familys cash 
sustained and backed it up   
                                             he hated to say it   but the early Klan black-and-white silents 
their children at their knees  had nothing on this contingency
   
irregularly spaced                                                                                                           it read

L I B E R A L I S M   I S  A
M E N T A L   D I S O R D E R

and being liberal 
he was more than willing to hear the drivers side of the argument . . . at least he didnt misspell anything . . . he caught him at his bumper as the driver hurried                                       
and in his haste-makes-waste the driver fumbled his limegreen coloured gym shoes and black leather lifting gloves                                                                                                                        
                                                         his tight black dago-T muscle shirt   of course 
hid the descending array of tats which decorated his chest and shoulders
                                                                                                            he was confident 
when the driver walked past him later hed see their complements on the back of his neck 
and traps 
if the white brother was anything
he was committed
                                                                                                        
--   Hey  he said stepping before the drivers stumbling  and irritation  --   Mental disorder

looking up from his shoes
which threw a quiet fresh mint hue up on his tatted heavy forearm  confused  he said           
--   Wha

he motioned with his thumb up to the rear window  --   Mental disorder  Liberals 
to be fair  looking from the inside the Mazda through the rearview mirror
itd be backwards  and difficult to read 

though  he hated spoiling a good joke  timing  everything about humor is its timing 
too soon  like mussin up a dates skirt
too late  and sumptinelse slips irreverently into the mix and distracts from the overt or 
punchline 
he always looked for some intellectual bubbling  effervescence  coming from inside his adversaries  like that beggin to spray from a vigorouslyshaken  swollen  can of warm soda pop                                                                                                                                            
--   Men Tal  Dis Or Der

good  sensational                                                                                                                             from the look on his face he might have had some Morse Code training  played a bit on 
shortwave radio
nay 
thatd be a reach   unfortunate 
he had it all buttered up  rarin to go       dotdotdashdot dashdashdash dotdotdot 
F O S  lost cause                                             

--   Whaovit

--   Evidently youre not liberal  though it appears you have a knack for looking straight through things
  
--   Yah

--   So what do you call yourself  Whats your alignment  Do I remark to your shabbily posted liberal as if it were a noun or an adjective  Do we affect their antonyms or synonyms . . . Or can we agree with Ambrose Bierce  from his Devils Dictionary  and call you conservative  the noun
‘A stateman who is enamored of existing evils, as distinguished from the Liberal, (myself) who wishes to replace them with others.’                                                           
                                                                                               --   Or am I broadminded
and you narrowminded . . . Or do I call upon a favorite of mine  the late 14th Century   
Old French  meaning ‘befitting free men  noble and generous’  or the Latin  liberalis   
literally  ‘pertaining to a free man’
Keepin in mind all of this is strictly in light of your assessed   Men Tal Dis Or Der
If we were to turn the light around onto you  perhaps  a professed conservative  although you havent said  I could say I have a bumper sticker on my car that reads 
I dont of course
Conservatism is a Menial Order

And by menial  we can say it together if you like  as an adjective  ‘lowly and sometimes degrading  servile  submissive’  as a noun  ‘a domestic servant  a servile person’


he saw the bull rush coming     what was the saying  patriotism  perverse patriotism  or 
violence  is the last refuge of a scoundrel
                                                                       a flush of blood crowned his tatted and 
clean shaven skull
it would be
he had spent a lot of money on their design and ink
no  he wouldnt want to cover that up 
                                                                                                    
as the bent over driver began his lunge
he drove his knee up into his nose
and having had his nose broken a couple of times
                                                                          pain  eyes fill with tears  disorientation
its a bit overwhelming                                                                                                                
                                       he sidestepped him  the driver on all fours  and then drove his knee 
into the side of his bowed head

then walked away
leaving him in the gym parking lot on his belly off the bumper of his matte TwoGrand
Mazda 323 Protégé
flatblack rims                                                                                                                                                               and contemptuous block lettered devotion


2245,  Friday,  27  6. 14