he liked to walk late at night
out on the streets watching his preternatural
mooncast shadow dance with its phony selves and chide berate them lousy vagrants merely applied perforce by electrically lit
street lamps above and pitiful low lamp posts people used to illuminate their
yards for reasons he might imagine if he wanted to waste his time imagining
them
the overt and obvious were to keep
prowlers or voyeurs from peering into their bon vivant haunts deter being spied on in their bluelit
livingrooms before bigscreen plasma monitors feeding them junk through the Mainline-In the colored hobbling entertainment or
sports and them sitting fixed and
resolute side by side fixating like numb
eunuchs trying
to remember what it was they had lost
to remember what it was they had lost
some yards may have been lit for
pizzaguys Chineseguys or PinkDot
while others blazed welcome for their wayfarer offspring or tried to thwart romantic kisses or pets good night good night ah good night parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow
while others blazed welcome for their wayfarer offspring or tried to thwart romantic kisses or pets good night good night ah good night parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow
then blue their dates shaking their spears all alone in front seats beset by lusty sighs
he remembered
tho he walked his
pets up to their doors said
goodnight and wrestled a warm good night
kiss goodbye because earlier they had
fucked in a park along a black river on top of a tartan blanket or in the
backseat of his parked car along Lovers Lane
its vinyl cover cringing and crying
well before midnight eventually descended
before Cinderellas-had-gone-to-seed
or carriages-turned-into-pumpkins or a single glass slipper skittered to an abrupt stop
on moisten cobblestones
he didnt have them outside of his
then he didnt have to
it was a long dark road up a hill
to his house that secreted too many places where he could hide if he wished
then laying waste to the perfect louts who plotted
against him and ascended the road after catty deliberation
infused with intemperate
greed
he had not they knew
the comfort of knowing if someone tried to case his place
Once upon a time he made his
living casing houses
that during a particularly repugnant interlude he called Making
Ends Meet
he wasnt proud of himself
but
briefly he convinced himself had himself
by the throat of the radical necessity
of his venal gambit
later he would suppose his model
was Jack London oyster pirate turned badge
who reluctantly
capitulated to the necessity of John Law
he had skills
tho it was a drag
something so apparent to him languished for so long and for that long grabbags
played him as a detriment to himself
walking he admired his moon shadow
preceding him up the broken sidewalk beside the street curb clutching in its
left the long neck of a fifth
as he approached an intersection
he watched it slowly effaced grow
faint washed out by the corner street
lamp
before it evaporated he cut
the corner short and crossed into a shallow parking lot
a tall darker shadow of himself slashed
by blacker tree limbs emerged to his right
it went at a long angle from his
moon shadow sliding on a blacktop glittered with bits of reflective
glass then broke
at a severe angle at its waist up an abode building front his shoulders and head were lost on the woodshingled roof above its shallow ornate veranda
at a severe angle at its waist up an abode building front his shoulders and head were lost on the woodshingled roof above its shallow ornate veranda
he entered the tar-beribboned
street and went up it away from the corner
to his left his natural shadow kept pace while before him
his corner lamp shadow lengthened and began to fade erode
as he walked he cut new shadows that
radiated tethered to him at his shoes
and strode at different fractious angles dictated by odd lamps and street lights trying their best it seemed to him
to replace the single shadow he knew to be true
to replace the single shadow he knew to be true
and
truly his
the fifths shadow came up to his
profile innumerable times maybe if he
looked hard he would see an opaqueness growing in the bottle like harvested moonbeams or drunken fireflies
showing off
he didnt
he walked obsessed with his thoughts that occurred like
dagger strokes occurring
then chased away by the next
he smiled
they reminded him of the erratic illuminations
and shadows only strobelights could provide
then he began the long walk up
the road to his house
his exertion fragging any thoughts
that tried to arise
and chugging chugging chugging up the hill footfall by footfall he admired his silent companion who stoically
refused to complain or catch its breath
he breathed deeper and quieted
his thighs burned
he smiled
he liked his cool
moon shadow and how it offput any and all comers
shabby electric alteregos
0009, Saturday,
24 10.15
0018, Monday,
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