5.7.19


either lead or followthats the choice

either lead dog or your nose at the his or her asssniffsniff                                                                                
whacha like 
                fresh air or scented                                                                                                                          

he  preferred  fresh he preferredalways has  that raw breaththat breath of fresh air turned by the atmosphere winds

couldnt make him work in a hole  a mine

he conceded working in a building where air was recirculated airconditioned  fucked with 
                                                                                               but his constitution kept him rolling on more than not when coworkers went overwent down with communicable illnesses  on the tendrilstenacles of cooled and warmed air

corporate wasnt big on keeping their airfilters updated saved money so he had to be the bitch Sorry grrls if he coopted say otherwise he was the prick swung in their face Their  in his caseusually most cases white males When I get confirmationevidence theyve been changed out Ill be back to work he never took their word for anything 


either lead or follow 
                      he was proof you could lead from behind coerce with logic and truth 


his last superior lost his shit when he went over their head refused to go through him just included him on his problem-solving  his solution

he cc’d him kept him in the loop

his manager genuinely lost his shit screamingYes  at him in the call center among his coworkers   

he stood up crossed past him  You got something to say to me you can say it in the your office 

he left him yelling at his back in the call center

when he broke in through his closed office door Who the fuck do you think you are walking away from me?

Who do you think you are You got something to say to mepersonally  you say it to me in private You arent grandstanding  not on my time

he growledblew spittle  I've been through your personnel file and I don't know how you've kept your job.

I kept my job because I did my job Management cant refute my ethic or veracity  Besides that shitty line Its business it aint personal doesnt fly with me  I take everything personal  I wore it on my sleeve 

I made coming into this gig a matter of equality The company expected me to reflect it In return I demanded it also reflect me Tit for tat I held that mindset like herpes

They always blanched when I asked at company meetings Whos the asshole who came up with that idea

They never said

Their programmes werent well received

Though assholism never is

Cant bumped a guy for being truebeing accurate  Sucks But whas right is right

Besides  you come rolling in from lunchsmelling like booze Who do you think you are chastising me Know where youve been Your reputation precedes you Dont think yawanna dance with me  Dont think so

I  will hang you out to dry



either lead or follow


1654,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  7. 19 
1404,  Thursday, Fourth of July! 2019 

4.7.19


he walked into a narrow gangway formed between a concrete block retaining wall and the side of a church basement

the gangway lead to an array of steep uneven pouredconcrete steps that would lead him up to ground level – the oldest church in the community – before churches opened in available storefronts on strip malls or tents pitched on property belonging to absentee landlords 
                                 Gawd giveth and He taketh away

the gangway was sliced into an atmosphere of suspended gloom and brilliant exuberance by sunlight at his left painting the church wall cast through old tall trees

he paused at the head of the gangway

at his feet an iridescent shimmering snail trail was revealed it ran in delicious eclipticsround and roundpassing over itself and revealing its escape path into a stand of ivy 

he couldnt help but wonder how long it took the snail lay its track 
                                                                     and as he wondered in the fallen brittle live oak leaves a thin brown lizard broke into a noisy run ahead of him in the gutter at the foot of the retaining wall  it scampered just ahead of him he walked hot on its heels all four to where the lizard had to pullup arrested by an abrupt concrete step

turning to face him it assumed Godzillas fighting pose mouth openmenacing sides heaving sucking breath     

Its awright buddyboy he told it Life aint no different for me Relax Ill not hurt you


1431,  Thursday,  13  6. 19
1139,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  7. 19


a fitting candle on America’s birthday cake   truly


1230,  Thursday,  4  7. 19
Kembe X  Gino’s Disquisition  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wV0j9LXrd0g


No   no no emphatically he shook his head side to side  No no

What’s going on here? a buddy strolled up Who’s he? he asked nodding towards the old man

He asked in broken English if he could share my table The shop was filled to brimming Yaknow me happy to help a brother out

So what are you no-no-ing him? he turned to the gentleman Hello.

Hello the elderly man responded like a myna bird

Seems a cool old dude, man.

Sipping a triple espresso Definitely cool

So what are you no-ing him about?

MAGA

MAGA?

Fuckin echo in here he smiled Yes MAGA

the old man mimicked Maggot.

And there you have it I was telling him its MAGA Make America Great Again not maggot He aint having it He laughs and keeps repeating Maggot Maggot Not that I disagree

his buddy turned to the old man and said something in a tongue Asian maybe he didnt recognise it slick

the old man responded in kind

Are you shittin me he said You speak his lingo

Haltingly. I picked up his . . tone . . inflection.

Because why

ELT.

English Language Teaching

You know it?

I do I considered it too Thought it might be a nice way to travel interact with other people

And?

Dug constructionbuilding more Besides found it a little nuts that America thinks everyone around the world ought to be able to speak Englishfuckin entitled pushing too hard on that Indispensible horseshit

How we can think that way while we have a president running aroundbanging around inside his mental cage flinging shit like an ape is beyond me

So

So?

So Youll be able to communicate to him MAGA isnt maggot

he laughed Why would I dissuade from thinking otherwise? He mentioned you were mistaken. MAGA made no sense. Maggots thrive on a corpse.

Ouch

Yeah. That’s exactly what I said.



Happy Birthday America!!

after 1615,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  7. 19
1159,  Thursday,  4  7. 19

3.7.19

                                                                                          

                                                                                                          freestyle

well see what we see
                        wriote this is why he put the site up to see what could be seen

gaslight

kerosenelight

firelight
         they would have driven him nuts  though he was near far from nuts
                                                                              he liked to rub elbows with itdump its beer in its lapOoops So sorry big guy I might have had one too many yaknow 

to set Nuts up make him think he was an easy target a ploy he learned shooting pool  lose a littlelose a littlelose a little Awcomon man let me try to get even fumbles in his pocket for trammeled bills couple of tensOhmuthafucker! Twenties! onehundred dollars worth of crumpled bills tossed onto the green felt  Man lemme try to get even 


Greed is a beautiful thing 

People just cant help themselves

If its too good to be true it aint true 
                                     but he pithed Nuts when he lost three straight tenspots 

Ya gotta spend money to make money


Yeah, alright, man, are you sure yawanna play for a hunred? 

nod dumbly  sip at another shot of whiskey whispering I stole that money off mah kid brother he can afford to lose it fuckin corporate moneybags  Nice car  Fancy clothes  Asshole keeps a money jar cash  Not change penny ante shit  Paper  Leaves it in his livingroom  On display  Tries to shame me or anybody 

Alright, man. A hunred.

Hunred  You break

nice break  eightball  up four when Nuts turns the table over

tables over 

Thank you he says his best Elvis Presley impersonation Thank you very much

on to the next pool hall just ahead of the Nuts his fuckin mark and Nuts clutch of outraged friends You were hustled, man!


Lifes a hustle bend your elastic mind around it

Dont be no stout oak tree always a sapling pliable  bendy

You grow roots  youll get torn out by them
                                             his father told him when he was a boy in the backyard cutting the lawn pushing a steelwheel rigid wood T-handled mower Keep it movin’, boy, movin'. It’s hard to hit a moving target; mighty hard. I know. Almost got me killed more than once. 
he was a Nam vet      



they would have driven him nuts  though he was near far from nuts
                                                                     flickering insubstantial light teasing teasing  reminding him that it  Death  is inevitable he will fail being a human being is ultimately to fail Lifes standard an hallmark is Aint a soul whos proved to be immortal 
                                                       systems fail
You're system, buddyboy, will fail.

Ain't a damn thing you can do about it.

No  he was never far from provocationwound tight 
                                                      its upside

he was as far from the comfort of a grave as he could be


2326,  Sunday,  26  6. 19
1540,  Twosday,  2  7. 19



So what youre telling me is that theres no cure

There’s no cure. Yes.



Life has no cure 
                  and he was okay with it -- ya dont have a choice

theres no argument

only acceptance

call it black humour

laugh at itwith it  with imbecilic Joy


Death likes your coat 
                       “That’s one fine lookin’ coat youre wearing there” and Its going to take it

but maybejust maybe youll die in your sleep in your own bed people who have beds feel entitled to think “maybejust maybe”  


Happy Trails

2317,  Sunday,  23  6. 19
1049,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  7. 19
Roy Rogers/Dale Evans  Happy Trails  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDkj1mWbTyE



MAGA rally on Americas dime

cunts campaign ought to foot the bill
1523,  Day-between-TwoTs,  3  7. 19

USA! USA! USA!

our photo-op president his soon-to-be staged photo-op staged 4th of July political rally compleat with military fly-overs Neat! How neat, huh? and tanks and a speech and pissing away millions of dollars
                                                                              head-up-his-ass Drumpf continues to marvel thats one word for it shit-for-brains might be passable as one compounded word  if not then  shit for brains
he leaned towards things of three anyways

he had no intention of paying any attention to a phoney televised 4th the country deserved better

1416,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  7. 19

Moo cow  moo 
                 he tweets cant speak cuntspeak 
shit-for-brains 
               he was still plugging away for the singular compound word

2.7.19


he wouldnt recommend it



                                                                  but then on the other hand . . .

he wouldnt recommend walking into a grocery storethe Produce department standing among discerning women who are selecting fruits and vegetables for their families still gassed by the passage he read as he entered . .
                                                                                      . . “How was I going to execute my orders with you hanging over me all hours like – like . . . some . . . sleepless fucking corporate ogbanje? I had to get rid of you and run dark because how else was I going to do my job?”

“That doesn’t explain the elevator.”

“You need the elevator explained to you?” Whiplash swift she grabbed my arm. She split her thighs apart and sat back further against the bench, pulled my hand in and pressed it tight against the damp heated mound of her cunt. “You need this explained? I wanted to fuck you, Veil. I still want to fuck you, and we only just got done. Feel --”

She gasped as I slipped fingers inside of her. She pulled harder on my arms, got me close, made an urgent noise in my ear. In my lap, my prick heard it and responded as if trained to the sound. It tightened stealthily but steadily back towards erect. Our mingled fluids had left Madekwe slick and open; it was easy to work my fingers deeper in, rubbing soft circles with the tips. I felt inside her clench and flutter involuntarily.

an Asiatic woman across from him handled a large plantain You gotta be fuckin kiddin me he was grateful he didnt have to address anyone his voice felt hoarsecramped in his throat


in Express Check-Out he recognised that the cashier was pulled up to the front understaffed a Produce guy Greg he was wearing the departments green apron rather than the red one cashiers wore  

aimlessly he wondered if Greg was a Greg or a Gregory 

he seemed aptly namedseemed gregarious  

he flaunted his Produce abilities though likely to mask his flailing and floundering at the scanner and cash register keys cant handle melons and bulk waxed cardboard containers and suddenly be expected to use fine motor skills

Afternoon Greg

Good afternoon, sir he said as he began pulling his plastic-bagged vegetable purchases towards him    

Pressed into service huh

That’s one word for it  he smiled unevenly 
                                              the countertop scanner decided not to cooperate the plastic evidently obscured the bar codes Greg had to peel the bag down frustration not deep beneath the surface ceased furrowed his brow his smile began to dissipate

Technology Greg ya got to love it  I dont

Yeah he grimaced neither do I he fumbled with a 1.75 liter of Black Beam firm plastic a change up from the flaccid vegetable plastic it toppled onto the scanner Greg snatched it up and handed it to him he bagged his purchases in a cloth bag hed sling over his shoulder and walk home

Greg exhaled noisily

Much longer up here he asked

Greg rolled his wristlooked at his watch Another twelve minutes an I’m back where I belong he looked up to the monitor That’s nineteen thirtyone.

as he entered the amount on the check he prepared he mused Good year Year my father was born

taking the check from him looking at it Greg said I don’t know, Joe. got his name off his check – at least that was smooth Don’t think I know a soul who was born in the Thirties. Would you like your receipt?

Yes please Greg he always took his receipt and looked at it before he left the store a good forty percent of the time the scanner entered errors
                        he was convinced the errors were corporate practise a lot of people didnt take their receipts and then they really didnt know what they paid particularly if they were doing a weeks shoppingdozens of items he never bought more than he could carry over his shoulder the two miles home

Thank you for shopping with us today, Joe.

Yabetcha Greg 

with Thin Air in hand going to reread the sex he stymied as he walked in he took a look at his receipt  

Nineteen thirtyone was definitely an error

the Beam was twentyfour ninetyfive alone

Bingo Greg fumbled
                     free Beam



he wouldnt recommend it
                     
                                                                                                                                                                         but then on the other hand . . .


0017,  Monday,  24  6. 19
1459,  Monday,  1  7. 19
ogbanje  term in Odinani for what was believed to be an evil spirit that would deliberately plague a family with misfortune. . literal translation in the Igbo language is “children who come and go.”

1.7.19

historic ass

Drumpf salivates at the thought of making history 
                                                     so blithely he entered North Korea  the first president ever

he didnt suppose Drumpf recognised he will be found a historic ass

seems a whiff of Kim Jong-Un the sound of his voice arouses Drumpf hmm he has a thing for men who have others murdered at their whim and word
                                     a historic ass

1056,  Monday,  1  7. 19     



who had more fun
                   he untethered his sense of reality  thought impossible : Im possible
an if possible anything was possible
he loved to animate the inanimate
it was huge fun 
                 walking down the streetbook in hand he looked up out of its pages after the weekly pickup trash receptacles were scattered at the sides of the road  

the street didnt have curbs he lived in the colony district onehundred year old hellstrips werent wise to incorporate on rolling treed hills 

the receptacles were on wheels green organic recycle blue plastic and paper recycle gray-like-death trash  and as he walked up on them one or several at a time they shook quietly subtly  quaked softly like dogs who anticipate being stroked or having their heads patted   

he smiled widely at their greetings 
                                     he acknowledged them Hey boys! and encouraged by his invocationhis attention they vocalised the best they could greeted him with hollow THUMPs staccatoed then languishing perhapshe thought I better bone up on Morse code

they made their sounds by banging their backs with their hingedhanging lids otherwise hanging from them like useless dicks at hollow thighs

HEY BOYS! he cried again elated by their greeting he adored conversing with the inanimate they were exceptional listeners  Now please tell me your spent rather than emptied THUMP THUMPTHUMP  THUMP  THUMPS followed  choruses Good very good  Then listen up gang a challenge  Ill pay good money to any of you if next time youre stuffed to the gills and rolled down to the street that you regurgitatehurl your contents onto it shower it  asif a violent orgasm  an ejaculation

the CLATTER was music to his ears

he could scarcely wait until next week

1409,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  6. 19
1017,  Monday,  1  7. 19


Exterminators arent clever thatd be too much to expect from a death-dealer destruction is easier than creation itd be like expecting house painters not to be stoned before strapping on inhalators and goggles offseting the contained concentrated paint vapours they deploy -- spraying saves time and time is money -- besides theres more where they came from
           vapours pronounced in fine print on white plastic five-gallon tubs If you are a women who is pregnant or want to become pregnant do not inhale or come in contact with this product. It contains chemicals known to deform foetuses.

painting with paints manufactured in Chernobyl  a now world-famous reclamation project  

every painter he ever met and worked with seemed to be in or tapering out of a self-induced stupor
                                                                                                        as a matter of fact on many occasions he caught whitebibbed painters disengaging their inhalators to seek an industrial high 

the job aint hard its muscle memory swipe the paint wand leeeft . . riiight . . leeeft . . riiight . . leeeft . . riiight so the paint doesnt accumulate  clot   so drabs dont run down the wall 
                                                                     hell they achieved that as kids pissing on walls creating block-lines across them rather than an unimaginative sissy-slash that spattered formed an inverted exclamation Pop

boys  really talented

theres houses and interiors to paint in their future



            he waxed

                                           this particularly exterminator bombed through an intersectionhanging a heavy screeching left on a yellow driving a late 90s white Ford F150 pickup its doors emblazoned shrinkwrapped he assumed  shrinkwrap a twentyyear-plus vehicle frugal  or cheap 
                                                                       everything was shrinkwrapped today  he was thinking of having his dick shrinkwrapped TORPEDO AWAY DEPTHCHARGE DEEP  he backed off only because a hard-on is unwieldy  difficult to dress

emblazoned  italicized curlicued on its passenger door he assumed the drivers side too Gopher Stompers 

articulatehuh 

                  but who wants an articulate murderer



Kill it and Go


1422,  Monday,  24  6. 19
1611,  Sunday,  30  6. 19