red

he dug the colour red

dug red the way micks celebrate green

and whoever went whichever way

red spoke to him

             like the mountains did  like being immersed in cold clear water

shared with brown  cutthroat trout  and watercress

it lashed him

             like Ulysses to the mast of his unknown ship

as the Sirens song reached his ears  seducing him 

although he was unable to thrash free

then exhausted  his legs collapsed  and he remained strung upright on the knots and binds his crew devised

it abraded him

             like the coal ash and gravel in his Chicago alleyway

fallen  as he ran away from the bigger boys when it was smart to run

  

they never came at him one at a time

 

the dolts  with sudden intellect

remembered their bruises and black eyes by his unfettered fury

                                                                                                               he dug red

as an Aries would

blindly 

 

              lustily

1738,  Saturday,  8  8. 15

Il n’est pire sourd que celui qui ne veut pas entendre

There are none so deaf as those that will not hear

There are none so deaf as those that will not hear

he imagined psychopaths read that line  nodding their heads

everyone who they talked to didnt get it

they told them as much you aint listening  you aint listening to me

not hearing a goddamn word I say

                             Are you   Are you    Dont nod at me

Dont you nod at me
Dont you dare think you can appease me

You cant appease me or please me I take what I need  And you aint got a goddamn thing I want

Save one little thing

Well get to that eventually In my own  God time  You like that   A twisted little play on words
My play on in my good time My own good time

I own it  Time

Right now youre borrowing  borrowing what I let you  Ill collect  And dont you worry about interest
There wont be any

No interest cuz aint nobody interested gonna find you

I love the fuckin news cycles  You love em too

Not even a day later the news is old news Decrepit  Like old jokes
Ya start and people cut you offYah I already heard that one
Theyre fuckin rude about it too  because they dont wanna waste a moment hearing old news

You didnt

No  you  didnt

     

Ill betcha wanna waste some time now
Grapple for one more moment of hope  

Dont wanna tell you it hopeless

                                    but its hopeless

You as hopeless as an inner city undesirable Bawling unfed  Cuz momma took her tits with her
She got mo need an use of dem tits than any of her children ever had

Grim Yeah        

Hopeless

Plucked  from the mouth of babes

2324,  Twosday,  11  8. 15

Stopstop  Stop 

                 Would you please  quit turning pages

Go back a few

Back

      Backback     Back

There stop  there you go

   Finally Thats what Im talking about continually talk about  but cant catch a souls ear 

Somebody at last has grasped what Ive been saying about feminine advertisements

Quit with the over-made-up faces and gaunt stick bodies

Advertise with real women

And there she is

                   An honest to God photograph of a woman 

Not photoshopped touched up   remade in the image of a porn star

Finally  Authentic beauty

Ah

             

Oh really 
 A DDS

          If you dont mind dont think you will  I prefer to run with its meaning  Double Ds

Hmm  suppose she better have a great smile if shes advertising helping make them Inviting   Infectious

Dig the raven hair

Shes obviously got the brains  the cunnting down pat   Huh

Huh

Wow

            

Youre a real dyed-in-the-wool misogynist

Huh

No 

    A misanthrope flat out

Dont dice it into sexual parcels

I let everyone have a chance at who they are

                                                 Then I dislike them for failing

A rare commodity these days

To be who you are                                           

Not so very exciting        

Maybe

But when so many think they have to be exciting to be interesting well  like tea thats been oversteeped

Bitter

Lukewarm

Id rather scald my tongue on the Real McCoy

1341,  Sunday,  2  8. 15