he entered Didiron Station(nee
Cahill Depot December 1935) in San Jose California
it was built and is an example of
the Italian Renaissance Revival style architecture
he knew that because he studied
architecture and was an inveterate bookwormsomething piqued him and he was on
it like it was a two-pound medium-rare bone-in ribeye
by all measures Didiron is a
small transit depot though it responsibly and timely manages and deploys Amtrak
trains and buses VTA light rail Caltrain and ACE trains
he was there for an Amtrak train
before him to his left were two
rows of wooden benches ten feet long facing fore and aft five deep
a disheveled soul lay on the
front righthand bench fast asleep his head pillowed on a small canvas rucksack
he set his slung athletic bag
down on the opposite end of the bench guessing thered be no takers between
Sleeping Beauty and himself Vegas
wouldnt take odds on that
he only noted that Beauty was a
man
he wasnt sure what that said
about him
he was sure however what the man said
to him was that he was a cipherthe physical embodimenta tally markan asteriskan
ignored footnotea jetblack exclamation point to Ronald Ray Guns jocular
careless gutting of welfare he besieged the American people while Republicans clutched themselves squeezed coils of lube on their cocks and
masturbated with extreme prejudicetheir closedeye vigor bespattering the Halls
of Congress drooling its House and Senate chambers to the Floor with jizz
hanging like warmed icicles drip drip
drip
theyd let Churches sweep up the chaff after them never tax them and provide
them hundreds of millions of dollars through HRSA faith-based(stop the bullshit:
community-based contingencies) pay-offs
ahwell so much for the separation between Church and
State
Gawd buggered Republicans and
damn if they were over-the-moon ecstatic about it
such is the perversion and aphrodisiac of politics
he set his bookbag down on top of
his unstructured A-bag
an older woman entered the
station across from where he had where the train tracks ran and stoppedwas transfixed beneath
the transom of the rubberstopped double glass doors
she watched Beautys
repose obviously she wasnt pleased that
the man made a bed of a public bench
yet
she went around to the benchs aft directly
behind where he laid
he surmised people are creatures
of habit and she being a creature was accustom to sitting where the man slept so naturally she sought to be as close to
her comfort as she possibly could
Beauty let loose a tremendous fart
with such force he was surprised it didnt tear off one of the mans legs
its din echoed through the
vaulted seating chamber
and yet
it didnt disturb the mans sleep
the old womans head turned like a
startled birds over her shoulder
it seemed she wanted to say to
Beauty How rude
How rude definitely hung on her face
but she held her tongue
she recognised he wouldnt hear
her
(probably
deafened by the farts concussion)
she turned back to her glossy
magazine
Beautys fart didnt upset or
offend him
his contingencies were that
first he was confident Beauty wasnt an
alien dressed in a sleeping mans skin
the skin would have been blown off its back
second everyone every human being farts
if someone tried to refute him hed ask How do you know Youre asleep
third his competitive athletics spanned ten years
of Mens lockerrooms and showers a loud fart
compared to what went on in any lockerroom on any day in any place was a mere
comma in a long loud run-on descriptive sentence
a fart wasnt worth noticing
fourth bodily functions dont ask permission of the psyche
or intellect of the person who inhabits their body
This is your ride dig? Better make the best of it
he spent his adult life trying
hard to maintain his body between injuries and maladies
That’s Life
his interruptions were hiccups
bumps in the road a fall from a bike get
up mount
start pedaling
everyone no matter how or when they get there have the same deathstination
0918, Twosday,
15 8. 17
1234, Twosday,
29 8. 17
Frank Sinatra https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CY4pebVRFhY
