IS

    written in black permanent marker enclosed by a near perfect circle

he was very taken by the freehand circle

IS  denotes being

IS encapsulated by a circle the circle like skin concrete skin  the only way to remove concrete is to destroy itcut it up into manageable pieces or crush it under sledgehammer blows

this IS wasnt likely to put up with either the sawblade or hammer  take them in hand is tantamount to threatening IS 

he thought IS would be terrifying in that confrontation

IS was written on a risers face on the upper right hand side

he looked around for hints to who IS was it was on a secluded staircase leading up or going down from the library parking lot 

it was typically a haven for the homeless  for disaffected teens whose antisocial tendencies he had firsthand knowledge of  he offended them by telling them Shutup he didnt want to hear the filth coming out of their mouths   

the four bigmouths somehow forged a band of teens that converged on him but aside from their vile words they were smart enoughat least  not to touch him 

their words didnt touch him 

he strolled oblivious at their head at his leisure 

someone fearing for his safety called the police

the staircase was littered with detritus partially eaten food containers empty liquor bottles drug paraphernalia clothing sweaters tattered blankets feces

once a week someone with the librarys maintenance staff threw the things away scrubbed the waste hosed down the long concrete staircase

IS remained  slightly faded 

he didnt think maintenance played with sulfuric acid

sulfuric acid has a way with permanence

IS  inclined him to use those steps whenever he was passing to the libraryheading over to the grocerystore 

the homeless moved aside made a gap so he could step through them 

the teens usually got up off their asses stood let him pass 

apparently they had heard of him

he always said Thank you as he went

IS

Being

we are all beings 

circumstances beyond our control can have deleterious affects

youd think someone would want to understand a person rather than cast the wide net of stereotyping

as a youth he read Yevgeny Yevtushenko a Russian poet: No people are uninteresting . . . if someone lives in obscurity, / befriending that obscurity, / he is interesting to people / by his very obscurity.

that was written in 1961

he carried a clipboard in the cloth bag that hung from his shoulder as he walked

in among the wastepaper one side used the other side free held by the board he kept Yevushenkos poem inside a plastic slip he copied the poem on a typewriter  whaszat?

he figured the weighted bagwhat might be inside it  concealed   probably provided him unmolested passage between the homeless and teens

no one dared ask Whats in the bag, man?

IS

    reminded him every time he passed it 

No people are uninteresting . . What do we know of brothers, of friends? / What do we know of our one and only? / And about our own fathers, / knowing everything, we know nothing.

0926,  Monday,  12  3. 18

1300,  Saturday,  24  3. 18

Marc Cohn  29 Ways  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-ztBUaexC4

standing above her as she sat comfortably at the front desk he almost commented on the attractive design woven into her black silk blouse

however recognising what she worewhat they were he held his tongue

shes a small town librarian ferChristssake

                                                 yet somehowand she isnt alone 

shed bought into Americas new death culture

celebrated with whitebone skulls boiled and peroxided their gazing vacant eye sockets lightningbolt fissures

what was that about

                     used to be skulls were decorativeonly prominent during Halloween

now theyre oxymoronic  babies are toted around on their parents backs and chests and are dressed in garments that have skulls on them  queer that new life and Death should bump heads

her white skulls were intricately stitched and hung together across the face of her blouse topsyturvy suspended on spiderwebs

it was early March

maybe he was thickmaybe he missed the anniversary of one holocaust or another some epic slaughter maybe he was just ignorant  

though  as a species  were nearly stand alones  unmatched  stratospheric  killing our own kind

maybe it should be that we cant kick a can down an alley or a stone down a street without kicking a skull too hed have to buy himself some stout boots  flipflops werent gonna cut it

maybe the answer to every little disagreement is violencekill whoever disagrees with you

the echochamber unneeded is destroyed

everything is same-old same-old

and fucking boring

the librarian wears skulls

hed be sure not to ask her adviselet her manage the nuts and bolts of his account with the library 

like  say    oh       firing up the incinerator to burn books  or maybe the people who refuse to let go of them

1449,  Twosday,  6  3. 18 

1220,  Friday,  23  3. 18 

Christ   the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse who knew one was a woman 

a cunt

“I am the Walrus”

Pompeii  if Republicans in Congress cant get their heads out of their asses

Gina the Impaler  yes . . .  if Republicans in Congress . . .

he wasnt going to watch politics last night but something compelled him  JESUS  FOXs Boltonhes not FOXs  hes one of the founders of the Project for the New American Century (PNAC) the neocons who gave us Iraq and are still giving us Afghanistan  he supposed one could argue people are typically greedy when theyre using someone elses money

0942,  Friday,  23  3. 18

1034 days remaining or fewer

sometimes dreams come in off the street rudely  

theyre pungent unkempttheyll take up anything youve left vacant or unaccounted for  never mind that you had plans for them or didnt expect anyone or anything to challenge you

thats your mistake  

dreams move in righteously and they demand your concession  obviously you have plenty of space  its no matter to them that you carved it out for yourself

why would they or should they heed you

theyve gotten this far

they gloat

you have to realise that only violence will move them

                                                              their violence is extraterrestrial

it is from a realm a province you have no experience with and you will lose a myriad of painful battles before you can take back ground

whoever is most formidable will prevail

the battles are psychic horrific  gruesome

your dreams attempt to overwhelm you  they seek devises that make you squeamish then too embittered raw and consumedtoo embattled to recognise what hangs in the balance

his dreams devastated the people and places of his youth those fierce memories and touchstones  they were flayed horribly tortured murdered they were dismembered a piece at a time all the while begging the ruthless things to stop they were quilled with blasted glass slivers and shards they were set on fire and like burning paper ash or leaves they screamed as they waft into the air their fat smoking black they were penetratedpunched full of holes  sighed like bone flutes

then it was stopped

he was awakened

he fell back to sleep

and it began again in a different place the people tortured again slivered bludgeoned joints pulled apart hooked hung boiled drowned in shallow puddles thickened with coagulated blood feces and humours

then it was stopped

he was awakened

but before he fell back to sleep he found weapons and took them in with him

he couldnt save them all

but the ones he did save he armedthen

stopped

awakened

falling back to sleep

he returned with bulging sacks of brutal armament  

the tide was turning

they didnt stop until the dreams concededuntil they fled

these dreams didnt return didnt seek revenge

dreams have memories to corrupt too

recurring dream all last night,  Thursday,  22  3. 18

its funnyits funny he writes its funny when the subject hes consideringmulling over  isnt

he doesnt know what that is

he assumes a defense mechanism 

in defense of what

he forgot now what initiated his its funny  sidetracked by cunt feeling empowered by McCabes firing to go after the special counsel Muellerhe didnt know what to liken that to  then feeling empowered cunt goes it aloneagainst his advisors recommendations(he knows better – he can identify his asshole from a hole in the ground) to congratulate Putin on his electoral victory in Russias sham presidential election – to a fourth term – Putin aint no Franklin Delano Roosevelt unlessof course  Roosevelt framed or murdered political social adversaries and journalists

he was beginning to wonder what color cunts panties were

he was placing his trust in an unmolested Mueller prosecution(which cunt evidently relishes)

Vegas had given him real long odds on his one thousand dollar bet that cunt an Pence would be impeached (he apologised to the fruit for its defamation) the House was going Democratic with their victories in the 2018 elections

then the Speaker of the House in 2019 would be elevated to serve as president until the 2020 election

Day-between-Two-Ts,  21  3. 18

1036 days or fewer remaining

postscript  once cunts in prison stripes(not flattering to his bulbous figure) wrioter will be free to be creative: riot          

cunt  our sshhsecret wannabe President for Life spoke haltinglyincoherently to fundraisers in Missouri on Wednesday (theyd like to unseat Senator Claire McCaskill)

“So last year with China, we lost 500 billion dollars, would you say that? Not million, 500 million, that's a lot. 500 billion dollars. And it's been that way for years, from 200 to 504 billion dollars, every year.

We rebuilt China, we actually did. You take that money away from China.

I mean we rebuilt it, and it all started with the World Trade Organization (WTO). If you look at China, it's like this for many, many centuries.

World trade, it's like a rocket ship, and much of it came right out of this country, got to stop it. And I'm very friendly with the (Chinese) president (Xi Jinping), he's a great guy (who seeks to make himself President for Life; Putin negates his opposition one way or another in an attempt to do the same). We have a great chemistry, a great relationship. But he's for China and I'm for the good old USA. [Applause.]”

the (Applause.) at the end of that portion of cunts talented remarks bothered him

where in there was there anything to applaud . . it all started with the WTO. If you look at China, it’s like this for many, many centuries. 

what is  like this for many, many centuries

painfully he read the entirety of his remarksstill marveling the man is president

the only solace he mustered for the day was from an article he read in South China Morning Post  political commentator Cary Huang  who said that Xis attempt to become Chinas “de facto monarch” could have pitfalls: “History has shown that many political leaders who sought lifelong service have not managed to realize their vision . . Some have been deposed . . others have been assassinated by political enemies”.

its curious that the sunshine to his day came up only after he read of politicians deposed or assassinated

Friday,  16  3. 18

1041 days remaining or less

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/transcript-of-trump%E2%80%99s-remarksat-fundraiser-in-missouri-on-march-14/ar-BBKfD7e?li=BBnb7Kz&ocid=mailsignout

https://slate.com/news-and-politics/2018/03/china-paves-way-for-xi-jinping-to-be-president-for-life.html

Psalve 23

Psalm 23 crowded him right on a rainy highway also beset by groundfog an gale  

he was in the righthand lanehis foot off the gasbearing down on semitrailer rig a scarcelyrevealed phantom throwing and shedding sheets of rainwater like a fastFORWARDED snake sheds skin

CHRIST he said under his breath glancing down at his speedometer  53  

Psalm 23 were the words on the sticker on the righthand formedbumper of a babyblue Nissan Rogue which didnt strike him particularly religious that had him boxed in for nearly a mile apparently the driver having passed him briskly suddenlyeased up braked to entertain their animated frontseat passenger who was wowed by stacks of creosote ties on the blackened shoulder immediately above the railroad tracks immediately overlooking the chopped bowl of the rocking Pacific

if 23 was so desperate to be a sightseer they should have begged out of the lefthand lane slipped in behind him and thrown On their hazards

                          highways posted 70

their rudeness inconsideration provoked him to absently consider various things regarding the babyblue riders minor irritations why would someone paste a sticker on the extreme righthand of a bumper EXTREMELY RIGHT? why is it when he sees psalm he thinks psalve why should the driver and their occupant Shall not want are Righteous theyre oblivious however that theyre treading near the Valley of Death if he were to met them off road  at least the stony Valley of Hurt where THY immaterial Rod and Staff would be little or sufficient protection in the presence of their enemy Ohbrother he really really wanted to help them dwell in the House of the Lord today  then perhaps Forever

he could fashion it if they truly wanted to join Him

he had access to plenty of wood  

or maybe he was just being facetious

1427,  Friday,  9  3. 18

1514,  Twosday,  13  3. 18

the animals that walk up beside him and park their asses at a urinal is mindboggling

yah  men    animals

                      hed yet to have a woman saddle up beside himwhip out her lavendercoloured FUD her GoGirl as a matter of fact hed likely admit Yah you go girl  Go for it  chances are shed direct her stream at the heart of the urinal shake off her FUD and not daub his shoetops or pantlegs shed be polite  he wouldnt mind if askew she eyed his cock and commented on his junk  when it comes out of a guys mouth its a little harder to take the compliment and say thank you  he was courtesy to a fault even if it was a come-on at the urinal  at least the guys paying attention to the business at hand

hes stood beside guys who may have been so strenuously homophobic  not to glance at your cock  that they stared above eyelevel at the wall before them or craned their necks to stare up at the ceiling  trouble with that kind was they didnt take care of businessthey often slopped off mark and spattered them both Christ      

no  he wouldnt have a problemwouldnt mind a woman rubbernecking  taking a gander at his cock 

hed seen all kindshed seen guys urinate and back away from the urinal to see if they could arch two feet three feet fourfive and make it back before running lowtapping out

hed seen guys open their pants then drop them to their ankles their underwear following and urinate bare ass

hed seen guys in animated conversationheated arguments suddenly turn to their nemesis and piss on them try to apologise  and sometimes their foes retaliating and pissing on them   

pissing matches are a real thing

aint golden showers variety

                            which aint as tawdry as theyre made out to be  not between consenting adults  let their freak flags fly  aint a soul injured

B U T

his most outrageousmost humourous experience happened just yesterday

he was in an Irish pub Sullivans  warming up for the coming Saint Paddys Day

the Mens Room  one basin three urinals three stalls

always looking to provoke discomfort he took the middle urinal(too many years of athletic lockerrooms behind him to make him uncomfortable with nudity or cocks) admittedly  cocks are funnylooking  if there is a Godwhich he had no doubt didnt exist  those who believed had to concede that He had a hilarious sense of humoursense of the ridickulous

in walks this guyhes undoing his pants even before he reaches the wallmounted urinal

he made eyecontact with him  Hows it goin

Hate that I rent beer

I hear ya

a moment of silence

the splash of his stream commingles with the sound of his

then the fella begins to humming as hes finishing Shake your love  Oh shake your love  I just cant shake your love

he looked him in the side of his headhe hadnt turned to him yet  Debbie Gibson

he didnt turn to him  If I could drag any woman into a Mens Room  I want her to be Debbie Gibson  You

Never thought about it

Maybe you ought to

Twosday evening,  13  3. 18

1406,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  14  3. 18

FUD: female urination devise

Debbie Gibson  Shake Your Love  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHkJSSvI74o

things are skewed when you catch them out of the corner of your eye

you look

what you thought you saw isnt what you see saw  something other is in its steadyou recognise hints of what might have directed your imagining  what you did see  part of a dream snagged on a tree branch in a reflection in a mirrorface a store window in the waves of heat radiating out of the ground

things are a little different when they surprise youout of the corner of your eye and you stop and look at them directly and they acknowledge you a raised eyebrow a subtle head nod a hand gesture and you acknowledge them  and then they transform into something else very concreteyou can walk up to and touch talk to it if you wantedhe talked

he wonderedquestioned 

Why?

it wasnt like it disappearedit transformed

he witnessed its transformation

he walked into the hall out of the studio where he wrote

across from the studio door was the bathroom door a slight offset

the front door to the house was open

in the halllooking to his leftover his shoulder through the screen door looking over the gravel drive to his neighbours lot  on its raised earthwork  an Indian stood in a loincloth he held a crude bow and a clutch of arrows in his left hand

seeing him through the screen the Indian raised his right his palm facing him

he stopped completely in the hall

he turned and faced the Indian 

he raised his left his palm flat to the Indian

then the Indianstill erectstill looking at him slowly began to shrink and as he shrank he transformed into the tree stump that had grown in the earthwork

he crossed the livingroom to the screen door

it wasnt until he was at the door that he realised his hand was still uppalm faced out

opening the door with his right he walked out onto the front porch

it was an overcast day

it threatened rain

it rained yesterday

but it didnt smell like rainit smelled cooled refreshed  moist

the tree stump was as it was

he wondered if the Indian hadnt been transformed into a tree for some transgression

later forced to bear his amputations

rendered

belittled

he saw a strong young manit was curious to him that anyone would take a tree down into a five foot stump and leave it to weather 

it didnt throw greenshoots during the Spring

it was simply a stoic stump  a remnant

of what once was

he turned away  

he walked back into the houseshut the screen door behind himwalked through the livingroom to the hall

he felt he was being watched

he turned once more and looked a tree stump

he doesnt look at the tree stump the same way any more

he doesnt have any idea how to help

he thinks that somehow he is supposed to help that is his nature

whenever he walks past the stump descending the driveway to the street below he acknowledges him  then quietly asks how he can help 

Stoic

no matter

that wouldnt stop him from asking

he knew what he saw

that was unshakable

1312,  Monday,  12  3. 18

If Pompeo(who he has likened to Pompeii) a Drumpf collaborator an misfit is confirmed as Secretary of State  Americas chief diplomat  hell succeed as miserably as Kelly has as White House Chief of Staff

Drumpfs Best People over and over and over again

0949,  Twosday,  13  3. 18

http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/video/candidate-trump-promised-best-people-cabinet-50183308