29.1.17



  1452 days remain or fewer


                                                                                                                     equivocate

                     hed been looking for that word for the past two days


he must have been blinded by the bright electric lights that failed when the cold blowing rainstorm gutted them

                  because he found it in the candlelight lighting small yellow pools on his diningroom table
the electricity was out since 4 in the morning
it was after 11 in the evening

maybe to see it he needed subtle light

maybe the beer the Irish whiskey maybe the deafening silence of solitude

it gets a bad rap

you get knocked if you enjoy itHow?  How with all the bright captivating distractions around us . . . You have to admit youre a bit suspect if youre not joining in with us playing all these wonderful games


he didnt need no electricity to find solitude



although he didnt need it to find equivocate
and found  he detested the word in this mouth quickly spat it out took a sip of Irish and swished it around an around to quell the taint its vile taste

now he only thought it  equivocate   then he thought euphemism piss

some words taste like they sound when you said them  he hawked them violently discharged them where otherwise they fettered and littered his mouth

he expelled them exorcised themWAIT!  he wasnt religious  maybe hed buy an icon for thee moment   and expurgated freed  hed take the medallion away of course on church grounds or in a cemetery where breasts clutched heads bowed their hands could be filled with clothing and the impress of iconic metal


equivocate   euphemism   piss           these were words of malcontents
and there was plenty of pain to go around rather than listen to and harbor their words and ideas

they were Businessmen

who believed their phony words and wares(if they didnt they couldnt sell it)
they shat gold


and because everything was on the cheapeverything a copya knockoff  the rare genuine thing would be suspect

euphemism piss equivocation scalded the mouth and burned the hands so that nothing could truly be discerned  tasted   felt    ably manipulated

and sensuality passé  who wouldnt quaff and gobble greedily consume whatever they could get their hands on and then were confused when their bellys ached when they fell ill and vomited bent on all four

Consuming



he wasnt good at it

his consumption began and ended with fresh meat and fish and vegetables

his mother chided him that in this day and age he still hadnt a microwaveShove it up yer ass Maw  and then he imagined if she didnt like it up the ass

his consumption began and ended with straight spirits craft beers grass hashish 

Eat and Swallow and Shit

Drink and Swallow and Urinate

Inhale awhell Exhale  and Breathe

such was his consumptionnutrition to feed his body support his mind  not the surly vagrants and bullies of the car he owned the clothes and shoes he wore 

not his fucking cellfone teeming relentless social media twitter-feed     feed? like cattle and sheep and chickens for the slaughter



the slaughter


its victim? its survivor?





2208,  Sunday,  22  1. 17
1515,  Twosday,  24  1. 17
0941,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  25  1. 17

28.1.17





while walking walks they walked alone he lost himself in a reverie a slick barrage of endless celluloid-memory spinning clickclickclickclick through his brain on quicksilver spools  he was unaware he was even walking until the pitch of the asphalt driveway he lived atop a hill in a small bungalow foreshortened his step and plucked him out of his musing


they held hands as they walked

they often stopped to embrace  kissed warmly 

he cupped her lovely ass in his hands  

she didnt protest 

the windows of the homes along their evening walks flickered with the bluelight of television sets flat screens and blatantly affirmed what he told her whispered in her ear as he held her  No one is going to be gazing out their windows at us  he didnt say because they didnt have it in them to escape the televised narcotic that lulled them bleakly irreversibly into the passivity of aimless chattel  though he did say be aware of the suffused honeylight lamps lighting the bookmarked or dog-eared pages of social misfits and voyeurs   those sly readers




while walking alone before he realised he was walking  he absently turned his head and gazed into his shadow cast beside him

in it he saw her

he saw her walking with him matching him stride for stride

her proud head forward

her hand reaching out to his

he reached to hers

and grasped nothing
                    nothing


she was gone





1624,  Monday,  16  1. 17
Day-between-Two-Ts afternoon,  18  1. 17
1654,  Friday,  20  1. 17

Buffy Sainte-Marie  Hes the Keeper of the Fire  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7FfjBNOqiI