22.4.17






                                          the sun was so bright entering the room through the doublepane windows that he didnt know if he struck a flame on the matchstick  except for it diminishing blackening down towards his fingertips
           wood wouldnt go black an shrivel unless it was burning
so he tipped the end of his cigar into the transparent fire above the matchs curling blackness and watched with delight as the end began to burn a gray ash inspired

he puffed and xhaled smoke

despite all appearances    the match burned    his cigar lit 
                                                 obeah? ha  the odd shit that he read  it was the Jamaican counterpart of Haitian voodoo

hed had several Irish whiskeys  but he wasnt a lightweight

he wondered
he tried to reason why his visuals suggested other thanotherwise

he laughed  Mayhaps a dose of augmented reality? Who was he to push back against thatHA!    he might be who exactly should push backhed watched natural women turn to unnatural ways corrosive plastic surgery an augment themselves
          hed be a fool if he didnt recognise augmented reality was here to stay  and if ones life bobbed in the waves of its falsity he wasnt one to inhibit or instruct them -- let them have their adulterations – their xrated ways – their tatstheir hormoanstheir artificial titstheir implants an plastic surgeries   their plastic lives

they were welcome to it as he was to his refusal

to each his her own
                even their latexed sex partners
if it made you happy and didnt hurt anyone who didnt want to be hurt: “So it goes”

as long as their shit stayed away from him



a bleached blonde man fucked out of his gourd mumbled suspiciously  Whars yer tats man

he thought of the Jewish merchants in Skokie Illinois he bought things fromthose survivors of Polish concentration camps(no matter how they tried to distance themselves from the butchery)  he thought of the lampshade skins Ilse Koch the sadistic though she practised safely behind Germans lines at Buchenwald
her fetish 

their fetishes

have at it

art is in the eye of the beholder

but by his reckoning she was a cunt

mayhaps she was simply before her time

history is a circle

Americans have yet to grasp that

they seem to have no sense of historyrelentlessly dogging the next thing as if it was truly the next thing  not reoccurring
have at it


he may be an outliercontent to go to hell before hed be tatted


he didnt have a tribe


but neither would he belong to a tribe that would have him



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21.4.17





               (pens seem magically to appear tucked in over his left ear – his usual way was tucking them in was over his right – sometimes  unknown to him  he walked around with pens above both ears and when he wore his hair long their red caps showed and people consistently helpfully-intended would pluck at the capsYou got something in your hair not realising what it was or that a pen was attached
                                                                                                    when he wore slacks he always had two three paper leaves folded up in his back pocket so when he was moved by minutiae intrigued he could write it down
he kept his front pockets for coins his right for folded cash his drivers license and debitcard slipped inside secured within the denominations
(as close to church as he would ever get willingly) )


as he walked to-days minutiae occurred in a word    oracle

though he didnt think of it in its usual definitionbut of the definition he learned rather affixed to it as a kid as he slaughtered the neighborhood kids in stoopball with his presumed uncanny ability to catch the step-edge and launch the rubber ball beyond the home run line marked on the sidewalk behind themblasting it over his inert opponent  whose only reaction was to watch it go byebye  putting the game utterly beyond reach or cinching a win in the ninth
a walk-off homer

it was pure hand-eye coordination
                          he was curiously blessed(as close to church as he would ever get willingly) with an accurate and strong throwing arm

they  all the neighborhood kids  devised and agreed to a 9-run slaughter rule at the end of five innings so he could be onto the next kid and not waste time playing futile games


one day while throwing against either concrete or wood stepshe couldnt remember – each kids house had a stoop hence the notion(it was only a notion) of homefield advantage – and while throwing the ball against the stairs the vanquished homefield kid went into his house and returned carrying a Magic 8-Ball he received for his recent birthday

he never saw a Magic 8-Ball before

the kid went on an on trying desperately to gain back some esteem from his slaughter-rule loss about a very curious notion that the 8-Ball was an oracle  it could foretell the future

breathlessly he went on about how you had to concentrateReally concentrate  hard  I mean hard  then ask a question that can be answered Yes or No  And the eight-ball will tell you It is certainIt is decidedly soWithout a doubtYes definitelyYou may rely on itAs I see it, yesMost likelyOutlook goodYesSigns point to yesReply hazy try againAsk again laterBetter not tell you nowCannot predict nowConcentrate and ask againDon’t count on itMy reply is noMy sources say noOutlook not so goodVery doubtful

You memorised all its answers

I did

Because

Because I think as an oracle it likes that I want to know everything about it

Ah  Makes sense

Yah  Doesnt it
            Here watch  he closed his eyes tightreally tight  it looked excruciating   we all stood around him  quiet  you could hear the birdcalls the hum of the traffic on Harlem a block over behind us the neighbor ladys clothes whipping on the clothesline   Eight-ball  Will Joe win this next game too  the kid he was onto next rolled his eyes but didnt say a thing

Without a doubt it foretold

See

he shrugged  he quit counting how many games in a row hed won in his current streak  the neighborhood kids played to play of course but seemed to play to be therebe around when someone did beat him 
but nobody was holding their breath


for Joe it was like that too in pool or playing table-top hockey

it didnt seem to matter on whose table or whose hockey game they played

he rarely lost

he was too agile too coordinated too fast

hand-eye coordination

playing every game to win he lost when someone beat him

then  hed start the next streak


some of the older kids in the neighborhoodreally upset by their losses egged him into backyard boxing matches  gloves  a ring laid out on the grass with a clothesline

it was a different game

he was small

he got rocked plenty of times

his streak then was losing

then he learned it too saw things before they happened  and rocked back

hand-eye coordination(and staying out of the way of desperate haymakers)

Without a doubt  the Magic 8-Ball said


then one night sleeping over on the front porch of the neighborhood kid who owned the 8-Ball he put it through its paces

he didnt believe(as close to church as he would ever get willingly)

Ya gotta believe in the oracle if ya want it to work

It always works right for you

It does  If I have doubts about anything Ill go to it and ask

Where do you keep it

I keep it on my study desk beside my transistor radio

It doesnt foul up your radioI mean you said it has sourcesthat struck me strangea plastic ball having sourceswhat sources

Mystical sources

What

Mystical  Do you know mystical

I dont

That means that the magic eight-ball provides a sense of mystery and awe  its fascinating

Okay  For you maybe

Then its not going to work for you

But it works for you

Yes  It does

Howbout I think hard of a question then write it down for you to ask it

I dont know 
It works for you It doesnt have eyeballs

Hmm  Well    Lets try


then question after question asking questions he knew the answers to he confounded his playfriendshook his faith in the Magic 8-Ball  and as every wrong answer revealed itself he began sputtering Or  he rephrased the questions  Or     he tried to offer ridiculous explanationsOr 

it became ugly

the boy asked him to leave

he didnt want him over at his house any longer

with tears in his eyes he said You should go home I dont want you here 


Or

Whaddaya mean or

You know how often you said or to me to make some room for your eight balls wrong answers

If I said or I said or so you could see there were other possibilities

But there werent


Nonot to you

Yes  Not to me


You should go  My mom will call your mom

Then have her tell my mom Im on my wayI aint waiting

YahOkay

Yeah   Your oracle to me is an OR oracle  An oracle

Dont say that

I cant help myself 
                         Oracle(as close to church as he would ever get willingly)



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