Aslant

Aslant

we are all aslant. off-center.

awry: our stomachs, off. they

pitch agitation from being

apart. from missing the Bald Man.

and so when we shit, we shit rivers.

my nose is chafed. my breath is dark and foul and

wrong. still, we remember ourselves enough.

to check the shed. to smell

the spots. to taste the ball and

to think it good.


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Parliament Hydrant

Parliament Hydrant

Just take a picture of the sign, Harold.

This guy seems like he knows what he’s doing.

It must be significant.


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Hydrant with Booth

Hydrant with Booth

From London Fire Brigade site:

“The two numbers on the plate show the size of the water main and the approximate distance of the hydrant. In addition to marker plates, all hydrants are displayed on a computer in the cab of every London fire engine so that the nearest hydrant can be located while the crew are on route to a fire call.”

This sign, near Westminster Abbey, is still in imperial measurements and therefore is probably older than 1975, when they started changing signs to metric. If this were a metric sign the top number would be much larger since it would represent millimeters and not inches.

I’ve seen a couple of older signs that seem to have a “D” coming out of the right vertical bar of the “H.”

I don’t know what it means.

I don’t know what it means.


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Westminster Abbey Hydrant: Sky

Westminster Abbey Hydrant: Sky

About 6:45 pm. Not so many people about, especially here at the back end of the Abbey. There were two cops at one of the gates of Parliament just across the street. Me cross-legged on the sidewalk.


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Stones

Stones

Here it is: The Appearance of Isolation.

But here’s the truth: There were people ALL AROUND ME when I took this. People walking behind me and around me. There were people just off to the right and left of the stones. There were probably people behind the stones getting blocked by the Sarsen and Bluestone pillars in the foreground.

And there were dogs nearby, too.

You weren’t supposed to bring dogs right up to the Stonehenge Circle where this is, but you could walk all around the vast Stonehenge Landscape between here and the Visitor Center with them.

I would have loved to bring the dogs to Stonehenge, and here’s why: Because while we humans are staring at these stones, their only concern might have been a critter movement in the brush. Smelling some pee on a spiked fence. Chewing some grass.

Their Stonehenge might’ve been something six or twelve or eighteen inches high but no less spiritual.


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Arrive

Arrive

we’ve been in this place

before. captured this exact

moment. we will return

to it again, infinitely.

it will recur, eternally.

beyond the last breath: we

will eventually arrive. to

see this sun. feel

this breeze. watch

Riley, across the street,

watching us.


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Still

Still

Remain still, Runt.

Remain still. Stop your

restless. Stop your

circle and slide. I’m

fixin’ to draw this

critter out

with my

eyes.


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