OhWow What a caboose

he thought he might have to get ahead of her to get a gander of her breasts but he quieted himself didnt want to exhibit stalker-tendencies men can resist that 

so he took it on faithhe took it on physics

                                            shed have an ample rack in order to balance her caboose

and no sooner had he come down on that article of faith she spun aroundreversed her field leaving the man she walked with snarling something over his shoulder at her

she wasnt listening

even from a distance he could make out the fiercered flames in her eyesWhawas he doin lookin at her eyesYEOW  her rack knocked the hell out of her ass he was a breast man first an foremost 

                                                                            theyd precede her around a cornercould take out someones eye if she wasnt careful She could take your eyes out he didnt pay any attention

Sonofabitch she snarled 
                          her bark was like the smell of ammoniasalts his eyes popped up to her face beneath her deepred bangs

she was beautiful

he heard his inner voice chime Wharya been all my life goodlookin

he cautioned it Na na not now Shes in no mood

Thats on youman Aint no ice to break is there

he hated it when his voice was right

Here Lemme help  Ill drive

Youll drive

Trust me wouldja

The wheels yours he put his head back down into the book he was reading as he walked

he heard her snarl once again You bastard! he assumed over her shoulder in the direction of the mans diminishing figure

Steady

Whadaya mean steady

Keep reading  Steady   Steady steady big guy

he caught a glimpse of her sway over the edge of his book unsteadied by the violencethe rebuke of whoever the man was  she swayed in his way 
STEADY

it was inevitableSTEADY man inevitable  their collision  O ..! erupted  her physicsher abundant attributes spun her into him her breast struck his handcollapsing the book into his chestshe stumbled  her other breast struck he dropped the bookfreeing his hands he grabbed her by a shoulder and a breast to stop her from going downliterally bouncingrebounding off his body Gotcha! All hands on deck! Dont let her fall their impact knocked the breath out of her I gotcha I gotcha

she found her feet

he still had ahold of her I gotcha Excuse me

No no, excuse me. I walked right into you.  I’m terribly sorry.

he held her in his hands a second longer

I’m terribly sorry.

she was steady now

he let go of her shoulder

he let go of her breast 

Thats alright Fortunately accidents like these dont require insurance or cops If yad like yacould run into me again Im no worse for wear  You

Me? Yes. I’m . . I’m okay, yes I am. he could feel the rage and steam flow out of her its colouring was to her benefit

Good  Yer okay

I am, yes. You’re like running into a rock.

Im sorry  Maintenance yaknow

Well, yes.  I imagine.

I approve.

Happy to accept your approval

she smiled quickly

You have a nice smile

Thank you.

Youre welcome he started to bend to pickup his book No, please let me, I knocked it out of your hands.

squatted before him the book in her hands she looked at the book title then up into his face I like our vantage point
Quiet he said internally

Soul of an Octopus?

Yes

What an intriguing title. 

I knew that

Shaddup internally

I imagine it’s a fascinating read.

extending his hand down to her to help her up No It is fascinating Do you read

I used to.  she began then disconnected her intention to look over her shoulder in the way that she had come
                                                                                                                   I used to.

Why used to

Used to . . because I was giving my time up, away, for something else . .

Ah I can understand  Reading is a discipline It demands time You either make that time or you use that time for other things

It’s pleasant you understand that.

Pleasant 
          That seems to me a compliment Thank you

It is, it truly is; although it makes me wonder what you’re not doing so that you can read instead.

he laughed
             she smiled quickly again bigger

Im not reading instead of anything else  I have to read

And now Ive confessed my addiction

Maybe youd like to confess yours  Maybe over a cup of coffee if Im not being so bold

she smiled again

he saw she was in the moment

Theres a small café I enjoy around the . .
. . Dark Nectar?

Yes

That would be nice. Yaknow what else would be nice

Shaddup internally Yes it would

Yes, although my treat.

A compliment A treat Thank you It must be my lucky day

she laughed she didnt cover her mouth 
                                          My father would say we make our own luck.

I would have to agree with your father loosely he offered her his arm

she slipped her arm in his 

she held his warmly

Im happy to have run into you Cant help yourself Ya have to fess uphuh

I'm happy I ran into you too.

they began walking 
                     to their steps he thought he heard her prior moments dissolving

So before I ask you what you like to read my names Joe

Ohmygoodness, yes. Yes. I’m feeling so familiar, excuse me. My name’s Aiobheann

Obean

Yes. I can’t wait for you to see its spelling.

I can’t wait to see 

Shaddup internally

     

1528,  Monday,  22  4. 19

1514,  Twosday,  23  4. 19

fight or flight

           how many timesmany times hed heard that expressionbemoaned  the countless times

his instinct was to fight 

flight wasnt in him

Fate

   ones death

a docile acceptance Jews in WWII Polish extermination camps although he refused to believe they submitted without violence

or a ferocious denial

                    the furious passion persistingrefusing to submit  no matter how overwhelming the odds

fight or acquiesce

stand

     or kneel

It shouldn’t be this way.

                          her words haunted him       

he couldnt bring himself to say No It shouldnt be this way   It shouldnt

But now that it is what are you going to do

he could see it in her eyes

he could see her fight flee

he desperately wanted to cry NO! No

but he didnt

           he wasnt she

he didnt want to disrespect her

he didnt understand

but it was not his to understand

eventually

         hed have his turn

its easy when he wasnt staring down the barrel of the gun

hed stare fixate

               maybe it wouldnt notice him opening his straight razorsee the splash and smear of its hot blood in his eyes

noonish,  Monday,  15  4. 19 

1319,  Twosday,  23  4. 19 

The Oh Hellos  Pale White Horse  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWm6nfGGoyo

Where Is Your Rider   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Noz360Clhgg

black coffee

Black Velvet

Medjool dates

Tao Te Ching fortieth chapter a dear friend was turning forty on the twentyfifth

Returning is the motion of Tao./Yielding is the way of the Tao./The ten thousand things are born of being./Being is born of not being.

washing his hands in the bathroom sink after his morning movement like setting a clock he reached for a hand towel off the rack beneath the window and looking down he noticed the Q-Tips in the paleblue tin trashcan

they were from after his showers the past two eveningscleaning up for work  freshening himself

they startled him

the can was eight inches in diameter

at ten oclock two Q-Tips were butted end-to-end perfectly forming a ninety degree right angle

                                                                                                 across from them two others formed a perfect x

cleaning his ears he randomly cast the Q-Tips into the trash

                                                               that they would form anything was debatable mebbe his cats were fucking with him but that they aligned and formed a liberal comparable RX bothered him

it bothered him so much that finishing drying his hands he picked the tin up and emptied it into the kitchen trash that he was taking out later

RX granted the letters were offset R

                                       x they reminded him of his boyhoods Rexall drugstore on the street sidewalk just out front of it at the foot of the concrete steps leading up into it he fought his most vicious teenage fight  stood toe-to-toe fists wailing no defense a feral onslaught of spiteof bile a rubber match 

Kustedek a tall dark kid towering over him  throwing roundhouses 

all his punches were up and inside 

Kustedek bled all over him

then one punch caught Kustedek on the point of his jaw and dropped him just as adults rushed to separate them

he pulled away from their hands and staggered up an alleyway to escape

last he saw of Kustedek were the soles his shoeshis toes pointing to the sky adults crowding around him

home his parents were sure he had a concussion 

he heard later that Kustedek ended up at the hospital to have his face stitched uphis nose set

that was late junior year

he never saw Kustedek again not that he was looking for him although he imagined Kustedek would want to meet againthe depths of his dislike for him summonsed that thinking  he wasnt remembering that he won their last two fights

R

   x 

funny what it spawned in his brain 

he hadnt thought of that in forty years

he bought his first box of condoms at the same Rexall

then rubbers were kept behind the counter 

you had to ask for a pharmacists help

that day the pharmacist was a woman

Can I help you?

Yes

Id like to buy some condoms

Condoms?

Yes

Which condoms?

he smiled at her

                  I dont know Whacondoms do you like I think its important she likes them Whawould you suggest

she smiled very large You know what?  I could kiss you. 

Kiss me

Yes. 

As a matter of fact, I’d let you date my daughter.

he was a big hit with the pharmacist

I wish more boys thought like you did.

they did  whateenage boy didnt want to get laid

the manufacturers had improved their product over the years an tried-an-true a loyal consumer he was still buying their brand 

        no kid ever rapped on his front door an cried DADDY!

0924,  Twosday,  23  4. 19   

the booze was flowing 

                        minute by minute their intimate gathering was getting more outrageousgrowing more an more boisterousmore funny

  

                            or so they thought

but they knew  knew   that they were some funny muthafuckers

Nonono no he interrupted  he interrupted a string of raunchy jokes that made women within earshot blanch though their husbands or boyfriends hadnt the gumption to walk over and say Yawanna take it down some boys offer some consideration for the peoplethe women sitting around you

no they didnt

so he did  

          Nono guys Hear me out  Listen to me  Its fuckin hilarious  Listen up shits hilarious  Its  fucking   hilarious

he had leverage

he related hellacious stories

he was a born-storyteller  convincing  

                                         the table leaned forward on their elbows

Mary the barmaid interrupted 

No problem Mary You have our undivided attention she delivered another round of drinks a couple more pitchers of beerchilled pint glasses  

Mary Sweetheart he said  such a divine perfect last name Couldya please help the brothers out  These apes try to pour pints theyll have beer all over the table on the floor I fer one don wancha to incur more clean up than necessary Mary Sweetheart

she poured beers for those who wanted them 

                                                she was deliciously distracting  her involuntary timing was perfect an he knew it he owned the floor with her aid

he began his riff  Boys This shits hilarious

they ahhmmed him  their mouths at their beers and drinks

Six years ago the conservative justices on the Supreme Court gutted the Voting Rights Act an now  within an oligarchs crooked reach  it seems the fucks might uphold cunts administrations addition of a citizenship question to the twentytwenty census  An get thisget this  claiming  the question  is needed for better enforcement of the Voting Rights Act.

CHRIST  Isnt that ripe fuckin hilarious

the table sat back

he usually had the best stories the best stories

Aw com on guys  Yamiss the punchline

Thats the funniest thing Ive heard all night

Hows the Nazi salute go again

I cant remember

Ohwell Im outa here  

he threw a fifty spot on the table

                                   and as he wound his way through the tables around them his table mute behind him he made eye contact with the men sitting at the tables and said Yer welcome Yer welcome  Don thank me yer welcome

           Leave yer balls at home

2136,  Twosday,  23  4. 19

https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2019/04/in-census-case-supreme-court-suddenly-cares-a-lot-about-voting-rights-act/

                           he didnt know what the word washe couldnt read his own handwriting

it looked like  c – h – a – m – s – a – n – s  but that didnt spell anything  and meant nothing when taken in context . . . and it seemed he heard chamsans ceaselessly at trees  

what would he wrangle out of that

his writing continued 

                       sometimes an accelerant is insufficient  a flame has to be added  a shove from behind  otherwise you might not have taken the next step  or you wouldnt have fallen down the flight of stairs

Chamsan was a family name  an arboreal family? 

                                                     he wasnt that drunkAH  no he wasnt

he recalled his handwriting was sloppy  chainsaws   chainsaws ceaselessly at trees

chainsaws

the neighbourhood once seemed to be a tall grassy sea bottom but over the seven years he lived there gaps through which the sky stared at him through grew wider and wider seventy eighty onehundred year old trees split finally concededbroke by stormwinds fractured cutting them down was arranged by homeowners who were afraid of lawsuits limbs falling on fences or houses or cars terribly fearful they might fall on people although he felt if a tree fell on someone maybe they deserved it everyone was bending over backwards to save people from themselvessave them so later they didnt try an finger themfinger them that it was someone elses fault they were injured  that they were blameless  oblivious   others should contend with their sensorial absence 

                                                                                  maybe chamsans ought to die

then everyone would be done with so much dead wood

but maybe the dead wood would prefer a brandyWould you prefer a brandy?

Who drinks brandy?

he didnt

        he could only imagine his contempt for the person who might offer him as much imagine the infamous Jamaican overseer Thomas Thistlewood 

                                  Or rather perhaps you might prefer a Derby’s dose?

Straight spirits please Or fortified beer   

Leave foofoo for the fucks Hmmm  was that too much contempt

contempt  accelerant 

                         his firepit smouldered  he thought a splash of charcoal lighting fluid would combust  

the smouldering grew more white and thicker

he went into the house and returned with Ohio Blue Tip matches  struck two at once off a terracotta planter their flame firedrenewed the mired dead wood

Ah  he saw dead wood has its purpose

did anyone really cry over spilt milk

afternoon,  Easter Sunday,  21  4. 19

1325,  Monday,  22  4. 19                                                                                                          

Derby’s dose: a form of torture  a runaway slave would be beaten . . salt pickle lime juice bird pepper (Pequin pepper) would be rubbed into their open wounds then another slave would defecate into the mouth of the miscreant who then would be gagged for four or five hours  an Exquisite example of one human beings utter disregard of another earthling  we are a replete species

hibernation

             when MankindeManunkinde attains hibernation  will we in its embraceits frostywhip dream

dream perhaps of scaly red seas throwing sunlight off it like spasmsshards off a lazyturning mirrorball  

                                                                                                             of intemperate iguanas trapped  bagged and dragged on our backs through the waves  eventual provisions  eaten after theyve mated their young born

                  of painfullythin albinos who believe they are uniquely feral  to be feared  shrillinggnashing their pointy teeth when suspecting theyve been insulted  but when ones reason is treated as an insult only a heavy fist will shut them up their teeth breaking like porcelain dancingspiraling in the blue air like the whitewhiskers of dandelions

to hibernate

to sleep

to dream

if Deaths second self is sleep induced hibernation chronic sleep  cant be unalike 

he believed deep in his bones that death was a state of non-existence its non-consciousness a holding pattern filled with dreaming

           it was the only faith he held

if it turned out not to be so

hed never know                                                                                   

“The trick, Potter, is not minding that it hurts.”         

2306,  Saturday,  13  4. 19

1531,  Saturday,  20  4. 19

the trick https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvQViPBAvPk