Accused: Fueled on booze

No

Incorrect

Booze had never been a fuel

a high-grade lubricant which kept his fast spinning gears from sparkling friction and 

red overheating

Yes

 

during a good jag  between bouts

he doused himself in cool showers

and that which hamstrung him

staggered  and interrupted him

was when he recognised how he smelled                                                                                    

when he caught a good whiff of himself and uttered
--   Wha the fuck                                                                                                                                  then wanted to hold his breath
 

things entered him

then passed out of him as quickly as they possibly could

he wasnt a safe playground

nothing overstayed or extended its welcome

regardless of his overwhelming  weening generosity 

his arms thrown wide open

evincing warmth  a palpable kindness

though  evidently  his interior wasnt hospitable

inside he was a holy fucking terror

glass bottles toppled onto their sides making lazy turns in games of spin-the-bottle 

that were never to be played

he was unapologetic

a car doesnt whine about its motor oil

And in the overarching hubris of his gluttonous imagination

It  a massive single-celled organism

engorged itself

fondled  with tentacles  its way forward without inconvenience or brook

for all he knew

he may be a dastardly ugly thing riding atop brown or clear oils     or slime

riding a veritable Slip-n-Slide down a green grassy knoll onto a silicate-sparkling 

concrete street

                                                                                                       1604,  Monday,  13  10. 14                                                                           

A blue fog cozied up and kissed the cherry red sand where he bent and picked out 

pieces of seaglass            

I stood above him  up the seachannel  on a black rock promontory smashing bottles to bits
to please his fingers and greed
 

a small token for a pitiful soul

eventually

eventually he was pleased

but until he was pleased

he was a bitch

and if any part of your life rubbed up against his you were bitched too

because there was no shutting him up  or down

frail and pale white

he used his sickly attributes like pins and needles at voodoo dolls and when he was 

really bitched he slashed and stabbed the dolls with knives and shivs without apology

or seeking forgiveness

like a forlorn priest inside a confessional who learns your shame  derides you  then lifts

the gauze curtain and spits in your face

                                                                                   and yet  I can accept him

because I can see him

I can find him easily

at least he is honest

however there are others who hide inside their skin and are equally as appalling

                                                                                                               I am wary of them

wary  of the cool green glint in their eyes that camouflages or deflects their tell

and stops me from seeing in 

 

and inside their head

it refracts their perceptions and acuity until only slivers of light and spectrum remain to

inform them

legally blind

they divine their way  and ours

but at our Xpense

and Revealed

I know the bitched deviate acts better

1654,  Monday,  13  10.  14

     2339,  Tuesday,  14  10. 14      

Only a week ago

a slender week now

so thin a painting couldnt be hung with it or anything of substance bound

and if they hadnt come out where they went in

THEN

and always  only then

is a small sorrow suffered

  

only by those few intimates

in touch

invested

 

and outside

beyond their pliant blue shimmering bubble

were it busted

others were safe

intact

unscathed

 

no radical chain-reaction or roiling chemical concern

                                                                    

maybe slightly shaken

                                        otherwise  what might have been their violent white destruction

would scarcely have raised an eyebrow

for Eyes  naturally  were elsewhere

Involved

 

utterly distracted

as they should be

NO  they wouldnt recognize

it was Only a week ago

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