The Kid

[Artguy]

So the wife & i decide on a Friday night date - sushi books & jazz daughter off to girlfriend sleepover - leave my ol' pickup truck for a rest - take the red rocket transit to downtown rendez-vous standing in the chill of sunset winter eve waiting for clang of street car - young rube late teens puff pillow coat and sparse goatee then 2 others rugged lookin street types join the wait - they flash badges - "police dude" each take an arm of goateed kid take him down on sidewalk kid says nothin not fightin back cops drag kid on iced cold sidewalk by his hair 3rd cop joins in I'm watchin stunned kid still not complainin 3rd cop long grey haired heavy guy kicks the kid - pulls a gun from the kid's puff pillow pocket empties chamber and clip - clang! - streetcar burdened with evening passengers - I board take my seat as the kid is tossed into a mini van and I am off to Friday night.....

[stilltrucking]

snappy little vignette
I read it a couple days ago
still staying with me
moments from life's other side

In the worlds mighty gallery of pictures,
Hang the scenes that are painted from life,

Luke The Drifter
http://www.poetspath.com/


but I wonder
how abstract
could you paint
that vignette?

Why don't I type that out with out the Carriage Returns
ah The Pity of Punctuation

Speaking of art
I liked Traces
almost pictographs
reminded me of the earliest Minoan writting called linear B, the great mystery when I was a college student
no one had decyphered it yet
That was going to be me
Well another dream gone by
I think somebody has done it.
I been thinking about using it as my next alphabet

[Artguy]

Primitive scratching on the walls...the black lines in that piece are actually routered into the plywood surface....my connnection goes back towhen i was the kid assisting a history teach on archeological digs in old native villages and camps around Ontario... trudging through the bogs ....discovery the wilds of the north much wilder in ways than the streets the kid roamed that friday evening....

[stilltrucking]

Montral 1974, summer I never could get the smell of elephant urine off of me. I smelled bad people were not that friendly, I thought that was why, but maybe it was just the French. The Paris of North America. Beautiful city.

Baltimore in the sixties I was walking towards him, a stranger in a suit with a brief case in his hand. As I looked at him his expression never changed, no sign of any facial grimace from pain. He just fell forward and hit the side walk flat on his face. I knealt over him and yelled for somebody to call an ambulance. But we all knew he was dead.

I had no idea about Traces, I thought it was done on paper or canvas.

[Artguy]

now I trudge the bog of my own mind filtered through bullrush of winded thought, will I hear the sound of the last bullet???

[stilltrucking]

just to pick a random reply

william gibson

I am way to old for cyber punk but I like it

he wrote something about his fathe's death "the click of the mechanism" title from geezer memory
bullets seem so melodramatic, so unreliable.
I am no one to judge but may he rest in peace HST did not seem like it was worth it just because you knew you had lost it, the voice or what ever writers think they have. His family was very tolerant.

I missed the details of your accident I gather from what Z wrote it was serious.

what the hell are we jaming
the gallery
yeah I saw the pictures of the reception and the crowd looked sparse, but I hope the money was right for you.

I been reading Balloons
It was a good perfect sunset
Everyone seems brighter than the last
Listening to PBS oldies show folk music of the sixties

Her ghost walks over my grave
She speaks not a word

[Ann Bingham]

Sorry Artguy but...

I, not being the intellectual type, think I have missed something here. That's if there is something to be found. If you don't mind my askin why board the trolley? Escape, to claim ignorance, or just to get away from the scene, perhaps fear--that would be me. My Friday would not be as pleasant though.

Were there words? Or did the 'police dude' just decide to roust the poor kid? Did they know he was guilty before proving guilt?

Pay no mind to me, like I said, not the intellectual type.

Interesting read.

Deb.

[Artguy]

They knew what they were lookin for...and why not go into the night ....all is done.........

[mousey1]

It's a go Ann
a go
doesn't have to lead
anywhere
anytime
soon
It's a go
board the tram
the trolley
the train
for the trip
of your life
or go
nowhere
it's all
about the ride
the nowhere slide
the halfway glide
the run
Just Go!