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roachboy · 11-27-2008, 06:29 AM

Lobos

30 seconds of silence.

All we had to do was not go back.

B had a network. Hands clean he said. Let others take the fall he said. Better you don't know he said.

There was alot of cocaine. B kept a book. When I would go there, he would show me the book. Everything square. Cash and product. I liked the cash. I liked the product.

After a while I bought a motorcycle. It never ran right. I tried to fix it. It never ran right. One night, all fucked up, I brought it into the living room and started taking it apart. I kept taking it apart. I cleaned the parts. It was a mess. Do another stem, wait for the rush to pass, get back to work. Wheels on the porch. I kept taking it apart, taking it apart. I arranged the parts on the floor by shape and size. Parts covered the living room floor. They worked their way into the hallway, into the kitchen. Pieces and gears in columns getting smaller. Pipes behind the couch. There are alot of parts. Bolts I put in a bucket. Clean them, arrange them in rows by size around the edge of the room. Two long rows like a spiral. Exploded view. Neatly arranged, everything in order. Another stem. I looked at it all. Neatly arranged metal parts everywhere. How long had this taken? I had no idea.

Sometime after that, D came over. He stood in a space in the living room looking around. "What the fuck did you do?" I explained it to him. "Man, you are fucked up." He kept looking around.

He was looking at the rows of screws along the baseboard when he said "We have a problem."
Then he told me about B.

11-27-2008, 06:29 AM	#18 (permalink)
roachboy Super Moderator Location: essex ma	Lobos 30 seconds of silence. All we had to do was not go back. B had a network. Hands clean he said. Let others take the fall he said. Better you don't know he said. There was alot of cocaine. B kept a book. When I would go there, he would show me the book. Everything square. Cash and product. I liked the cash. I liked the product. After a while I bought a motorcycle. It never ran right. I tried to fix it. It never ran right. One night, all fucked up, I brought it into the living room and started taking it apart. I kept taking it apart. I cleaned the parts. It was a mess. Do another stem, wait for the rush to pass, get back to work. Wheels on the porch. I kept taking it apart, taking it apart. I arranged the parts on the floor by shape and size. Parts covered the living room floor. They worked their way into the hallway, into the kitchen. Pieces and gears in columns getting smaller. Pipes behind the couch. There are alot of parts. Bolts I put in a bucket. Clean them, arrange them in rows by size around the edge of the room. Two long rows like a spiral. Exploded view. Neatly arranged, everything in order. Another stem. I looked at it all. Neatly arranged metal parts everywhere. How long had this taken? I had no idea. Sometime after that, D came over. He stood in a space in the living room looking around. "What the fuck did you do?" I explained it to him. "Man, you are fucked up." He kept looking around. He was looking at the rows of screws along the baseboard when he said "We have a problem." Then he told me about B. __________________ a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear it make you sick. -kamau brathwaite Last edited by roachboy; 11-27-2008 at 11:03 AM..