He abruptly lifted his nose up
out of his book
he remembered
grammar school recesses
those particularly
when he fell lax which was so unlike
him lazy
and took his eye off the clocks sweeping second-hand failing to anticipate
the bell then found himself buried many many steps behind the bustle and crush
of children who busted out into the fresh blue air to play to not have to
listen to their teachers instructions for ten cool clear minutes
he wasnt a bad student he certainly wasnt an exceptional student
he had his share of bright moments
he had his share of bright moments
he took his nose out of his book to
walk a bit and not read
gently offering himself a respite
a reprieve a break to let those things happening him
to sound in his skull
and be absorbed
not that he needed to
but rather to help restore the translucent
bubble shimmering around him and reaffirm in his consciousness where
he
exactly was and what in his vicinity was static or fluid or might feel emboldened to enter his sphere
reacquainting
himself to that
which was without what he might consider allowing
in
amusing himself if there were breach how hed combat it expel the unwanted then close and seal it airtight again
he cast his eyes about for any taxing or unfortunate juju which would be as obvious to him as a gold tooth in a black mans mouth
he had spent too much time in
this world of his
he was practised and ready
he was practised and ready
when others watched him walking
and reading
they believed what they witnessed was the top of his head
they didnt imagine the articulating structure hidden beneath
a dome scanning three-hundred–and-sixty degrees and from horizon to the blue to the deepening-violet altitude
they believed what they witnessed was the top of his head
they didnt imagine the articulating structure hidden beneath
a dome scanning three-hundred–and-sixty degrees and from horizon to the blue to the deepening-violet altitude
a keen agile sonar
its unexpected underappreciated reach
still
often when he took the book away from
his face the immediacy around him was shocking
he would have preferred not to see what he saw
angrily questioning himself
Why didnt you keep your head down a single moment longer
he would have preferred not to see what he saw
angrily questioning himself
Why didnt you keep your head down a single moment longer
though perhaps the Force forced his hand and
betrayed him to witness what he saw
Oh Witness!
he witnessed the obscene waddle of a pale woman in hot pursuit of her cunt
he witnessed the obscene waddle of a pale woman in hot pursuit of her cunt
her cunt like an aggressive seeing-eye
dog relentlessly dragging her behind it
its monocle eye-patch a pair of blue denim short shorts unable to diminish her cunts intent upon
the world
it waddled dead-eye in his
direction
tugging at her to follow
while she lurched stumbled and took missteps trying to keep up with it
while she lurched stumbled and took missteps trying to keep up with it
why she gave it head was beyond him
lessons proved all he could do
was wait for that opportune inevitable moment
when it blinked
and unblinking slightly disoriented he could throw it a head fake shake something bright in his hand as a distraction like a red cape in the face of a lunging bull and sidestep it the horn of her hip passing just wide of him
and her momentum too much to heel or veer
when it blinked
and unblinking slightly disoriented he could throw it a head fake shake something bright in his hand as a distraction like a red cape in the face of a lunging bull and sidestep it the horn of her hip passing just wide of him
and her momentum too much to heel or veer
before it could recover
he buried his head in his book
and from above watched it lunge left and right infuriated that it was slipped but unable to recognise him behind his books hardcover its leaves of dense text tracts and spells
and from above watched it lunge left and right infuriated that it was slipped but unable to recognise him behind his books hardcover its leaves of dense text tracts and spells
frantically not to go it alone or submit to its failure it gored an unsuspecting Mickey Mouse standing behind him
1343, Friday,
14 8. 15
2351, Saturday, 15 8. 15
2351, Saturday, 15 8. 15
