The Execution

the execution finally was going forward

he had last meals last cigars last priests seeking ritual confessions

this time The Last Time he was putting his foot down

Please no meal no cigar and please no fuckin priest Bring me a prostitute I got money in the bank Take my I O U  Bring me a real redhead with big tits and ass green eyes If Im leaving let me leave with my mind at ease an empty belly bladder and balls

the jailer laughed

then he stopped

Yer not kiddin

Does a man kid about getting laidAnd when I say a big ass I aint talking fat

Thats an extraordinary request

Really  I find that hard to believe  These repeated stays of execution have honed my thinking  I wanna leave empty

somehow the jailer procured the pro

a real redhead green eyes pale skin freckled face big hips and tits she rode him like she was riding a galloping horse for the first time clinging to him like she was clinging to life

gasping 

      and frothing

sweatdrenched flanks

bulging eyes

nostrils flared

flailing legs

afterwards she broke her rule she kissed him goodbye hard

he thought she really meant it she wiped tears off her cheeks

to the jailer  In my Will Ive fulfilled your I O U  Whatever remains I left for sugar for my hummingbirds in the prison yard  a ton-plus of sugar

he heard them humming in his ears over the pregnant electricity waiting to light him up and burn him down

seemed things were finally going right

1343,  Day-between-Two-Ts, 21  9. 11

transscribbled 1137,  Thursday,  1  12. 16

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appleseed and bugs

appleseed and bugs were his bookends tucked up high in the corners

they had his back while he sat on the pot

they hung suspended watching him before the mirror at the sink as he shaved and brushed this teeth

they withstood his breath bellow quiver their webs and heard his crisp Good mornings  Whassup  What are you cannibals living off of

each had the remains of a desiccated spider(mate?) tacitly hanging beside them  he thought like a head on a pike to throw fierce warningBeware!  a visual terror

but the house was closed up for cold weather there wasnt and wouldnt be intruders or an abundance of prey  yet they fervently maintained their webs their stealthy stillness and perhaps a belief in an arachnid god who provided or denied

he would have facilitated provisions but he did not know what they preferred  

he left them to their maker who incited them to enter the house wend their way into the bathroom scale the walls and inhabit their corner of the world

appleseed had been around longest

she spied his lengthy discomfort watched him soak in hot baths of Epsom salt scented with lavender oil crawling into them and out again watched his ministrations his slender comfort among all his discomforts

bugs appeared in the last two months and smartly stayed away from appleseed

they were his silent wary companions  mute and absolute  not complaining in their existence as he did in his own

maybe together they were the vanguard of something unseen  maybe   or maybe hed miss them when they were gonemaybe theyd miss him when he was gone

such is the way of species  dissimilar  but similar

his web was his unseen influence of those who appreciated him or who he confounded

he really didnt know

the spiders were solitary beasts

he believed if they could say theyd say as he did Being alive wasnt the same as being lonely  which is what he told his family and friends who chided him that he was lonely whether he admitted it or not

Ah   they were full of horseshit they hedged his bet that their aloneness was lonely otherwise they wouldnt try to project it onto him he was too fraught with thoughts too active in mind and dreams to miss human interaction and its often banality

he was antisocial

he was too busy being to worry being among others

except

      his silent sidekicks

and he theirs

appleseed and bugs

morning,  Friday,  2  12. 16