14.8.20


welp that put a stopgap in his breathinghe wasnt sure hed ever heard anyone say that 
                                                                                                why would they


it had began as a pleasant conversation about the film Quills and the Marquis de Sade

then Tarzan went down the rabbithole chasing the thought that the Marquis and the singer Sade might be related

The de sent you chasing Really
                                   Reel off some latter day marquises youre familiar withcuz Im not It refers to nobility that once existedan maybe some families still play the gamestroke their dicks refer to themselves as marquises or dukes or earls counts   Count Dracula

Sades Nigerian Sade Adu in Yoruba dialect  Sade was French


Yeah. No. Sade’s not related. You think off the beaten pa . . 
. . Yah Off the path and into the spiny bramble
                                                  I hope it took gobs of flesh for its amusement for your discomfort 

Have you not heard of de Sade Sadism stemming from his namehis sexual appetites


I have heard of sadism.

I heard of the Marquis for years before I actually got my hands on a book . . they were considered pornographicwere censored

I like to read censored books to determine for myself an every book Ive read that was censored shouldnt have been 

Like comedy clubs

Nothings off the table

So if youre going to be offended  Dont fuckin go in


Ah . . you’ll have to excuse me, I’m somewhat a pornographic virgin.
                                                                       he couldnt breathe

1209,  Reggae Friday,  14  8. 20
Sade  The Sweetest Taboo  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7s9VY9kqgfE



pissChrist
            the moniker formed up nicely in his skull Michelangelo may have had his hand in it as he soaked in a hot bath with Epsom salt listening to Miles Davis A Tribute to Jack Johnson


his brother found it yuck yuck yuck and thought to send it to him Yuck Yuck Yuck an old metalworked curlicue crucifix that their mother had squirreled away before she died  apparently one of more than twenty 

his father was clueless
                         but arent husbands when Mamaws rule the roost

his brother YUCK YUCK YUCKed all the way to the post office to mail the crucifix YUCKed mailing it to his atheist older brother



Whadafuck he thought as he took a package out of the postbox
                                                                   he was expecting a book delivery when he found it in the mailbox he thought the book would be heavier then he got pissed that maybe the book was in paperback and printed in a miniscule font that hed have to read with a magnifying glass  Onethousandanone pages   OhFuck me

taking it into the house he slipped a knife insliced the package open

Hmmnope
            not the book he was relieved he had no idea what it was

it was wrapped in packing paper

peeling away the packaging he noticed his brothers return address he didnt recognise his brothers handwriting his brother hadnt written in more than ten years

he wrotehe wrote his parents and siblings

they rarely wrote back  Too busy!
                                     Nah Crap Too fuckin lazy particularly when he told them he wouldnt be offended if they replied with a postcard
                              a simple postcard Hi! Wishing you were here. nobody wished he was there he was the proverbial fly in the ointment as family they shared were disagreements

when one said something he disagreed with he was immediately in their face

his Maw would say he was being rude not exhibiting good manners  hed been brought up better than that he loved that one

Excuse me Maw this is your motley crew You give em marching orders and theyre too thick not to push back

I’m their mot . .
. . Youre my mother
                     Donmake a bit of difference to me Were adults an Ill be damned if you think you can walk all over me because youre my mother I don play that game  No  No Mother May I


inside the packing paper was a nondescript deepred shallow cardboard box  inside it was the crucifix


he called his old mans number his kidbrother had been staying with his dad since his Maw died

his kidbrother answered Whadaya want? he was very humoured

I wanna talk to you

About?

Youre fuckin hilarious Whadaya think

Is it bigger or smaller than a breadbox? Haw hawhawhaw

You know exactly how big it is

It’s funny, huh?

Hilarious 

I was damn near cryin’, I laughed so hard at the post office window that the clerk almost offered me a Kleenex to wipe my eyes but I held up my handkerchief. She said It’s pretty funny, huh? I told her it was a scream. She started laughing. It’s nice to laugh when you don’t know what you’re laughing about.

It is Thank you I suppose

Where are you hanging it?

Im not hanging it

Maw had better than twenty; hell, I took one, I hung it.

Im not hanging it

I got an idea.

Yah

Yeah. My stolen painting . . . when he left Chicago to drive to Montana he took a painting his kidbrother did a piece of 15x15 plywood  he nailed slats to its edges to configure a frame about it the slats were from a partition wall they took down to enlarge their bedroom so they could quit sharing a queen bed the painting was on an orange field an oval outlined in a muddiedweave of gold and deepred the oval was a mottled drab deepgreen if he were polite if he were in mixed company he might have called it an olive  if he were rather he called it an asshole . . . My stolen painting, that your brotherinlaw complains about when he uses the head . . 
. . That he sees his brothers assholes

Yes.

What of it

Hang the crucifix there, give him a break from his brothers’ assholes. 
                                                                         they both burst out laughing


Whichah which ah do you think hell prefer since hes an atheist tooWrong hes agonistic fuckin alwaysalways hedging his bets no absolutes

You say he’s a bit of a homophobe too?

Yah Homophobe  but girl on girl is just fine and dandy

Yeah, it’s fine and dandy, it’s like candy.

Better

Aw, you’ve always been keen on that.

Have Was introduced to it when my mind was malleable

Your mind’s never been malleable. That’s why you’re a muthafucker.

Thank you but for an itsy bitsy bit I was
                                             Whadathink  I think hell prefer the asshole to the pissChrist
PissChrist?

Yah takin a pissthere he is Though have you noticed his head leans is turned right If Maw had one where hes looking straight ahead and down watchinim piss Oh Brother would have knocked it out of the park

I believe all crucifixes and icons have Christ’s head turned right.

Too bad  I would have thought at this late date someone would have turned it left  For cryinoutloud its the Twentyfirst Century

I hear you.

Innarested in makin a dream come true

No.
     I agree. He’ll prefer the asshole.


Great choiceshuh pissChrist or asshole

1259,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  12  8. 20
1309,  Reggae Friday,  14  8. 20

$168K -- killed


when a fraud complains of fraud . . its fraud
                                               https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2020/aug/13/donald-trump-usps-post-office-election-funding

O Fake One  swallow your tongue choke on it
1702,  Reggae Friday,  14  8. 20

13.8.20


the President gives credence that hes a retard in the parlance of his upbringing to compliment his abysmal racism and misogyny     

                                  asshole
2021, Thursday,  13  8. 20



on 17 January 1933 Anais Nin confessed
                                             I suspect that I am most of the time in a dream state.


87 years later he suspects the same

words and events happening around himinside him wouldnt exist without his presence 
he freed them 

audacious

yes


but when he dies it will die with him

                                              and it will die altogether when the last sentient being dies

1204,  Thursday,  13  2. 20
1134,  Thursday,  13  8. 20


Love

Death

& Taxes

Blood

Sweat

& Tears


he hadnt put them together before

maybe he was just thick

they jived


he had oodles to say of Death & Taxes
                                       though Death exhausted himtoo many dead in a short time aunt uncle daughter mother niece neighbours a best childhood friend 
                                                   felt like a sadistic carnival barker had set up shop and was jeering Step right up! Step right up, Ladies and Gentlemen! Step this way! Freakish death your fancy? Just behind this curtain, step right up, guaranteed to curl your hair!

his daughter was deathly ill when his aunt and uncle died he didnt have time to mourn  when his daughter died grief swept him up like a tsunami he was still spinning and flailing just under the surface when his mother died two weeks later
       itd been like that since 

he had yet to properly mourn his daughter

his mother would be next

terrible to have to prioritise ones grief



Taxes

they taxed him

paying tributes

why was he paying tribute to an assbackward system that celebrated and catered to the wealthy zealously  myopically  while it turns its eyes askance when challenged to regard the monstrous portion of Americans who struggled every day to keep their heads above water  keep Americas Free Market lubricated with their blood

ably the system sustained the rude pyramidthe pinnacle of pearly Haves towering above the base rheumy Have-Nots
theyre not as pretty

the system was devious manipulative  crass



he stuck with Love and Death

Money cant buy ya Love

Money cant buy-off Death 


1150,  Thursday,  13  2. 20
1101,  Thursday,  13  8. 20
Beatles  Can’t Buy Me Love  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBSpmoA8V78



when she died she would take her mothers eyes with her 

he hadnt realised that beforehadnt realised the quiet subconscious comfort his daughter  her eyes  had given him since his wife died  
             at a suddenin a panic he told her

her eyes widened she shrugged slightly she smiled her ventilator mask rose though he couldnt see her smile
                                                                                                                     then . there . . . there . . in her eyes . shone her smile

I had to tell ya baby

she blinked once  Yes.


when his daughter died another quiet possession would be stripped from him
                                                                                  his daughtertheir daughter his daughters eyeshis wifes eyes evidence that her motherhis wife existed
                                                                a brook that insisted he wasnt deludedhe hadnt dreamed his wife to utterly selfishly fulfill himself


when his daughter died his grip would be more unreliable



their lives together were too short
                                 onehundred years would have been too short

despite his helphis jumping on command to try and secure what they neededwhen they needed it most
when they needed it most

HA he wasnt a god
                        mortals cannot intercede or heal


when his daughter died he would be less   diminished  dulled

he would have to live with less

and as time past

even less




Natures way

1139,  Thursday,  13  2. 20
1220,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  12  8. 20

Sparklehorse  Eyepennies  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTNvoWzRmhg

12.8.20



he asked

she blinked once

Yes

twice meant No

simple

distilled communication

functional

all parcels parsed

minimal

on the eyegaze machine
                           y   n
shortesthand

no exposition


heartbreaking she finally conceded
                                      y  to a larger morphine dose

4 days after her physician prescribed it

4 breathing

4 pain

she dragged her feet

y b in pain he asked

n  p

he smiled sadly yet bemused they were athletes they defined p as discomfort they refused to allow p a purchase
                                                                                                                        not p


he showed her the dose in the modified syringe

she blinked once

he took a breath

they knew where this was going

he infiltrated the morphine through her g-tube

she closed her huge beautiful brown eyes 

she had her mothers eyes


she wept
           tears filled the inside corner of her left eye

her eyes were sunken
                        tears when she allowed them heartbreaking collected
he went to dab her eye

he saw himself reflected in the quiet pooled tears
                                                     looking beyond his reflection he saw her on her seventh birthday playing on a Slip N Slide in the grass with friends she handpicked from among all her friends
                                                                                                  who were invited by telephone calls to their parents  they sidestepped the injury of not receiving a paper invite at school

it was a beautiful gay sunlit day filled with crystalspray splashing and thrilled laughter


he used the same Kleenex to quiet his tears and hold to his mouth as he left the room so she wouldnt hear him moan wouldnt hear him cry 
                           p

Day-between-Two-Ts evening,  12  2. 20
1052,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  12  8. 20




he tried to sleep


he was exhausted


he didnt want to imagine again what he had been imagining recently to fall asleepthat let him sleep

she forgave him when he told her though he wasnt sure he would be able to forgive himself later

she used her eyegaze machine and wrote If it works, Dadu, whynot? she wrote whynot as he wrote whynot in letters to her her eyes smiled over the top of the ventilator mask strapped to her head

to fall asleep he rolled himself inside a carapace an angled shiny skin
                                                                         blastfurnace heat inside icycold without
a dichotomy separated by an Kafkaesque insect scale


he didnt know if inside or outside was his comfort or why it worked
                                                                           it just did

2038,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  12  2. 20
1544,  Twosday,  11  8. 20




                                    when she woke suddenly stunnedwoke to her living nightmare  she was terminallyill
he hopedcrossed his fingers that she woke from a beautiful dream
                                                                      but no one wakes in terror from a beautiful dream
no one wakes gasping unable to breathe eyes bulgingswinging around the room for help because she cant help herself hadnt been able to help herself for better than two months
                                                           wholly dependent on her husband sister and father
frightened
          what could be more frightening than being terminallyill at forty years old with two young daughters and all the things they had planned to do things  she had planned to do
2033,  Wednesday,  12  2. 20
1517,  Tuesday,  11  8. 20

11.8.20


he asked his daughter to text him The moon was melting into the sky
                                                                          he liked the sentiment but thought he might be able to say it better

when she did text it to him he replied an oval of butter melting under a thin rind of blue marmalade

she replied Ooooh he heard her Ooooh more than read it her Oooohs were sensational you were fortunate if you ever heard one it made your skin go goosebumps 


that evening as he walked he pointed the moon out to anyone he crossed

crossing them – they hadnt noticed – something about being too busy to see to look up into the sky – Ah he replied you take things for granted

they blustered Obviously, you’re retired.

he didnt say one way or the other

he let them think what they wanted they would anyways

when he was a boy and learned what retirement was he laughed he knew he wouldnt be able to retire afford to retire
and he was okay with that even then

retirement meant having a career
                                    and there was no fucking way he was going to have one of those

he was passionate about Life living would suffer no confinement and its attendant horseshit
                                                                                                   he didnt own a suit
he had a sport jacket he bought forty years ago

a concession he made in order to attend a wedding



he made it a point to watch the sun set 

he made it a point if not to watch the moon then to go outside spend five minutes and say goodnight to it

he was usually at work before sunrise

0849,  Twosday,  11  2. 20
1105,  Twosday,  11  8. 20


                                                                      HEY Republican Representative House Freedom Caucus member FREAK Jim Jordan 
                                        howbout you get your priorities straight howbout you get behind the emasculated United States Postal Service and help them do their job despite the appointed Postmaster General Louis DeJoy  whos apparent joy is sucking The Presidents cock

Fall football
             or critical mail delivery provided to every American in every town and city and every rural province

1711,  Twosday,  11  8. 20


he tried to wipe the sleep out of his eyes but it stuck
                                                       and it was stuck-tight for theHAR foreseeable futureNo fuckin rest for the wicked – nah he wasnt wicked per se – he was a caretaker  he split time with untrustworthy others who were helping an old buddy who had no one left
                                            they had exited five of six in a car accident some ten years or so ago  the survivor was murdered not long after a cold case unsolved  cops couldnt cobble a motive together
                                                                                                        perhaps forgetting that motive isnt intrinsic sometimes murder is coldblooded without rhyme or reason it presents  its opportunity an someone dies

he didnt think that

he was told by an older employer when he was a young teenager
                                                                     Bill Hems
Bill was a rabid  John Bircher rabid
                                      Yawan, ya can get away with murder, easy.  Yep.  Don’t doubt me, boy. Roll somewhere out of town. Walk up behind someone in the middle of the night an shoot ‘em in the back of the head.
Walk away.

No motive, boy.

Except you wanted to kill someone.

Ever want to kill someone?

I have.

But then I’d have motive.

If you killed them, randomly, they’re known to take walks at night, you’d never be suspected. That; and you’re a boy.




when his buddy called him for help he flewno questions asked

they needed him

he was there


he could have said No

someone else may have

he didnt have a No for him Ever

his buddy wouldnt have had a No for him Ever
                                                 Whacha need? hed move Heaven an Earth if he could

they were committed buddiesthey broke knuckles together back-to-back
                                                                             rarely but on occasion toe-to-toe  theyd irritated the other they were volatile flammable  no apologises necessary  the best-of-friends lovers husbands wives on occasion couldnt stand the other
                                      however those spatsthose insignificant moments in time over years an years were forgivable they didnt erode the deep feelings they had for each other

everyones a fuckin human being

aint a more faulty creature ever made
                                         catch em in a bad mooda foul mood intolerant theyd break an broken ya both own it


they were dyed-in-wool buddies

too bad one wasnt a broad 

either would have married the other



he was exhausted
                     he couldnt imagine exhausted and dying

eventually theyd find their way out

itd end

not for him
             then hed be responsible to tell his buddys story  happily



Yagot a moment  Ill buy ya a beer   I got a great fuckin story

1402,  Monday,  10  2. 20
1627,  Monday,  10  8. 20