Itd be nice to have dreamt it yaknow
at least on oddball occasions
wrest
awaytamp down its reoccurring queerness
pull hard at its reins
somehow
affect it
Once it was obscure an curious tame
now so damn frequent nearly mundane
lapping again an agin at
the hips of early mornings
it seemed on those evenings when
he was up past midnight wrioting he carried an onboard-inborn clock that summonsed
him to lift his head rivet his eyes to the hands of the wallclock as they read agin 1234
hed look ansee
1 - 2 –
3 – 4
an most of the time within five
ten seconds of its second hand having swept 1234 into existence
he was exhausted
he put his pen
down on the sheets of paper clinched in a clipboard
shoving it forward he heard the
slight scrap between the board and the desk top
he failed to recognise
their mutual irritation with each other which
they kept on a lowdown each jealous of
the other when one wasnt employed then
contemptuous when used together
he rubbed his eyes with the heels
of his hands disregarding the scrapsound
because he knew
even
without lookin
it
was 1234
yahBingo! confirmed
he shut his bloodshot eyes again
he slouched in his chair listening
to the abrupt ticking of the second hand
it sounded humoured gay
then in the shroud of his drawn
darkness listening
aware that his
breathing was rhythmic to the hand
something descended in his closed eyes
he didnt look up or at it directly
he was aware of its presence
it descended towards a darkened
urban street that unfolded in his eyes peripherally
etched in sharp white lines relief
by the moon
it struggled elbowed its way
through the cover of dense squat clouds
a careless rendering
shuttered squalid yet something in it that was keen promising
a promise held in trust etched on
the faces of the buildings no matter how
aged they were stalwart built with and on an elemental pride now
dysfunctional designed with provocative flourishes
which invoked their Identity Identities that
screamed louder than their cornerstones or their inscribed or dated keystones
an
that which descended into his vision
snaking its way through the gritty atmosphere
presented itself
to his fixed uncurious eyes
he saw as if he were surveilling making blasé recordings
Huuh segmented
pliable
a bus
pliable
like an earthworm
it descended writhing realising verily conscious of its steep descent a towering
nosedive towards the street
it looked into the holes of the asphalt
at its filthy concrete aprons
it was conscious of its velocity its freefall
conscious that its earthfall would be destructive or deadly
horrific
from its belly where its tires should
be there emerged stout black skis
they extended themselves deliberately
from their wheelwells an the street below echoed an reverberated to its stingy braking
the sound of stifffabric ripping
the bus arched its back
defended its face
as he would if he were falling fell headlong
the front skis sheared then split
the blackskin of the street showering sparks as sparks fired an thrown from a whirling
whetstone turned violent
the bus’ back bent sharply
it
groanedgasped
it sounded like a
rising leviathan
an then beyond its ribs
beyond
its dull lighted amber-coloured windows either
fluttering madly in the screaming air or adhering like stamps
he saw its rear skis extend coming out of its twistedbody
they struck the street hard an threw
shivering arcs redorange an whitetinged sparks
the bus shuttered threatening to jackknife roll split at it
seams
but somehow
somehow it came out of its
dive stablised shrieked
throwing even more sparks that lashed the buildings unflinching
faces
their gazes undisturbed unfazed
he rubbed his eyelids with the
cool tips of his fingers
soothing them
his Magic Bus arrived
0104, Twosday,
19 1. 16
1428, Friday,
22 1. 16
