18.3.17




he imagined every health club that had a dry sauna had to post warning signs common sense suggestions for the benefit of idiots  and likely it was an idiot who thought themselves clever who obliterated the H in WARNING: REDUCE THE RISKS OF OVERHEATING

altering it so the message regarded OVER EATING
                                        and then because he was biocular and susceptible to an anxious kind of creative dyslexia one eye elbows the other out of the way while reading and leapfrogging over it it races ahead with what it spied  the two see things as they want
he read the cryptic warning WARNING: REDUCE THE RISKS OF EATING OYSTER
not over eating

his dyslexia often informed him of something that was not truly there  yet an apparent imagery throbs in his eyes and head  he couldnt unsee what he saw with his own two eyes so he aggressively ran with it  

he deftly admitted it was peculiar  but because it occurred to him so frequently and fixated him he was unable to unbunch his questionmark shoulders or deny his rapid perception 

he liked to accuse an early high school experience as either the mother or father of these quickling immediate images and fashionings

a casual friend at school encouraged him to attend a party that coming Saturday evening which was going to be held in the Presbyterian Churchs basement on West Crescent Avenue
Christ youve got to be kiddin me

A lot of girls are going to be there

Its church  And by extension church girls   And since when was it cool to use girls as bait

his buddy laughed We gotta give em something to confess Sunday morning

he had a point

to him standard religions were based in denial  deny deny deny in order to reach the Pearly Gates

he endured the frontend loaded religious rigmarole  listened to the clean white words of the lead presbyter and a few elders who wanted to assure the children gathered(there were lots of girls) that they completely understood the pressures challenging them the youth  We get you!  And whats happening now has happened many many times beforethe Roaring Twenties(some attested that they were there) and while it was very exciting  it too was nothing more than a passing phase a notion a fashion and this one we were amidst would also burn itself out as all ephemeral things things-without-substance did

they said they wanted to hold this dance and party to celebrate their children  so they could assemble and have fun and enjoy one anothers presence 

they obviously would remain there off to the side as chaperones and make sure oversee that nothing became too outlandish

he had to admit he was startled how good their rocknroll selections were  that the PA system was sensational and LOUDtheyd done it up right  they even had strobe lights mounted on tripods set to heights directed up from the floor
and suspended from the ceiling
Very very cool

he had not been exposed to a strobe before(afterwards he liberated two from the high school physics lab  compelled  because they were unused(and very expense)  curiously his parents never questioned how he had them) and it was fucking amazingits sinuous fluttering and chattering and glimpsing were visually stimulating exciting(visual gateway drugs)  he danced himself into a frenzy
                                then gulping air he collapsed into some huge psychedelic pillows brilliant coloured fabrics and vinyl beanbags  the vinyl was cool to his overheated skin through his shirt 

when he collapsed into this soft welcoming bevy over the music he heard an Oooha feminine Oooh he flipped onto his belly quickly and from where it sounded just behind him he saw a blonde splashed by the frenzied lighting  she seemed to floated up like an apparition  hed seen her around school  she was a bit older  she wore a tight white sweater  a black Playboy bunny symbol was on it its head bulging freakishly over her breasts capturing their sway their mid sideshake mid heave painted galvanised in the orgasmic light

he stared gasped was overwhelmed  and passion-lit cock-bulging he kneeled up and reached out  he grabbed and took her orbs in handsfeeling kneading them expecting her to punch him in the mouth his eyes went between her breasts and her eyes and her smile and her Oooh over the music went to Hmmm

his back was to the dance floor  he felt her up for three songspinched her hard nipples she grimaced slightly her eyes fluttered she pursed her lips but she didnt pull back or pull away she continued to gyrate and danceMy God(he was getting religion  Sex!)  then still dancing she gently backed away from himout of his kneady hands  she blew him a kiss  smiled a sultry smile and blew his swollen cock a kiss too  she turned aside and hurried away into the shadow and darkness behind a ceiling to floor curtain whose face writhed and was tatted by the delirious lightworks



he shook his head hard to dislodge this reverie 

no one wanted to walk into a sauna and find an insensate man in an unlaced drag-suit burdened with a stiff cock

it occurred to him then  trying to think down his hardon  it made him wondered if a cyclops could be dyslexic     

since he was biocular and that was his experience and that he didnt know a cyclops to ask or even a one-eyed person blinded by accident or war  though a one-eyed person didnt count as a cyclopsa cyclops their single eye deadcenter in their skull its ocular wiring definitely simplera straight shot back  no wires to get crossed  he wondered if their anatomy would allow dyslexia  he couldnt help but think it

his hardon slackened before two women entered

they didnt seem to mind him or that he didnt turn the overhead light on 

the sauna was hot and caramelcoloured

like they were suspended in amber


as his brainamber still held his dancing bunny



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17.3.17




a long line of burnished and weathered railroad track has always quietly obsessed himwhere it came fromwhere it was going 
         the trains rumbling its haunting call  which so many seemed prone to describe as lonesome  he never understood that   and when it was posed in his presencedespite himself  despite knowing better  he gave them a stinkeye a direct look which readily might be translated as A cowpox on your house or accuse them of deficiencies 

he conceded it was a sonorous voice  however it was steeped in patience and recalled histories which most prefer to disregard or ignore for their own comfort deny their entitlement often which was not small  and were therefore to his mind terribly ungrateful        


he scrambled up onto their raised beds picked a favored cresoted tie and standing on it he looked long up one way
closed his eyes  turned a onehundredeighty and opened his eyes to look long up the other way

it was breathtaking  frightening   particularly when they ran perfectly straight in either direction  as if he stood on a splendid razor that could bisect him as it glided separately to each hued and coloured horizon


he adored their unquestionable steeliness fixed and homogeneous  their awesome lengths and timber and beds of stone which were unlike anything else in the world  hugging and bundling the land

you couldnt argue where the stone was quarried or the steel smelted  

however not its timber  few were wrest from the same tree and the ties laying side by side probably werent cut from the same forest  they were separate mongrels

standing atop of or walking on them he was poignantly aware they were uninscribed grave markers laid flat

he wondered if they could  would they have words regarding their circumstances

hewed eight nine feet long  a foot wide  eight ten inches deep

they were massive wounds



today he had the mind to extrapolate how many ties it took to lay a mile of track and from where he and his shadow stood in the sun slender mocking burdens the track ran a halfmile in either direction before rounding a curve

they were laid roughly on twentyfour inch centers

fivethousand twohundredeighty feet in a mile

multiplied by twelve inches

by longhand mathematics pencil on paper that equaled sixtythreethousand threehundredsixty inches

divvied up at twentyfour inches 

that equaled twothousand sixhundredforty ties per fucking mile

he had no idea its overall length or rail sidings within the country
                                                   but a whole lotta trees died to make the clickety-clack the lonesome(Die muthafucker!) train whistle blow
talk about holocausts
Jews aint got nothing on trees

theres a clamouring of souls seeping of sap and weeping they groan and sigh as iron wheels and laden or empty cars pass over their bodies  and he couldnt help himself but wonder if they might remember their shaky heads wending up through the soil  haloed by the sunremember their surly competition against brethren and others to grow and grow into exquisite organic towers before they were dismembered 
                                          harvested
harvested sounds better sounds prettier than murdered


you might think if a life doesnt scream bloody murder! when its killed if it doesnt bleed gouts of warm blood when its slaughtered then its death is inconsequential and is less than a human beings life
you might



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