the powderblue collision of
studios A B C in the BACK arrested him from across the spacious
parkway he imagined its textured blue
skin through bare trees and sticks as a wayward piece of sky fallen to earth and stuck in the ground like a small planetary headstone
it was girdled with a yellow strand of black-lettered C A U T I O N tape reminiscent of the ribbon used to form police lines
he had no intentions of trying to walk through a wall confident hed pull up short
what was this the hubbub
early January there were pineworked Christmas wreaths on the doors and strings of coloured lights shining through its windows
those were now boarded with plywood sheets their four corners nailed with concrete nails to the stucco
ah small pale ivory patches sheathed in plastic were affixed to the plywood
UNSAFE
Do
Not Enter or Occupy
It
is a misdemeanor to occupy this building
(THIS PLACARD IS NOT A DEMOLITION ORDER)
THIS
STRUCTURE HAS BEEN INSPECTED, FOUND TO BE SERIOUSLY
DAMAGED
AND IS UNSAFE TO OCCUPY AS DESCRIBED BELOW
in a field of four
lines written in a weak hand was Structural
Damage
DO
NOT ENTER, EXCEPT AS SPECIFICALLY AUTHORIZED IN WRITING BY THE CITY OF BENTON
1-16-17
the insignificant patches followed the ribbon around the buildings corners like Christmas gift tags affixed to other plywood scabs so someone didnt think the city was referring only to entering through the front of the building that its sides and rear were negated from the Order
he supposed cities had to be blatant(wasteful – it really wasnt their money they were spending) these days so that occupiers or squatters couldnt say they didnt see the notices and equivocate that they hadnt really committed a misdemeanor(he might argue 1-16 -17 was vague read one through sixteen through seventeen OH January 16th through 17th No OH January 16, 2017 why didnt you say that)
he was fortunate
he had a knack for looking through things if they werent appealing so despite the municipal swag he looked past it past the fresh scabs of plywoodunder the fluttering tarpaulin weakly clinging to the structures flat top and gleamed what could be and maybe was once upon a time before its owner refused to care for and maintain it – they didnt live there did they
he never figured pride was obsessive you either had it or you didnt he also figured it was evident if he ever had the chance to lay his eyes on them pride is exuded if he cared to refocus his eyes now and saw what really existed he could probably be confident it was a mirrored reflection of if not them their soul a figurative Dorian Gray portrait
he laid his hand on a side wall and felt its heart murmur
Well friend you cant read but the notice says it is not a
demolition order Theres that but Im curious what the structural damage is
because we havent had a shaker and from what I see aside from the plywood youre
the same you were the year before the years before maybe a bit more faded by the sun but you still look like a big piece of
childrens chalk waiting to be snatched up and scribbled with
If only there were giants
If only there were giants
its heart patiently murmured
he patted its side reassuringly then took his leave
he crossed the parkway and walking away he turned 360s to gaze at it several times as he went secretly hoping maybe a giant would lift the fake backdrop the curtain and grab the chalk
he crossed the parkway and walking away he turned 360s to gaze at it several times as he went secretly hoping maybe a giant would lift the fake backdrop the curtain and grab the chalk
considered several
days prior to penning 1915,
Day-between-Two-Ts, 15 2. 17
1044, Thursday, 16 2. 17
1044, Thursday, 16 2. 17
1434 days or fewer
remain