Days Volume Two

* These were the divided times,so infinitely beautiful, as they rallied around the gallows you could tell he had no shame; he was just a child, 20 years of age, and as the Deep Dark Woods echoed softly through the house Michael, who he had known for 30 years, since they were young and thoroughly wild 20-somethings dancing on what some might have thought was the cutting edge, up down and around, and these chronic distemperaments, I wouldn't go out tonight John, they had said, crammed into the smallest room in the house; why? do I look a mess? he asked. No, no, but you can't go out every night, you have to have down time, if every dismemberment, every flash of time came back to haunt, it was such bad timing. Just as he opened the gate to let out his old boy and the girlfriend that lad was now totally obsessed by, perched like youthful triumphants on the bike he had paid for, the new boy pulled up in the silver car he had also paid for. The timing could hardly have been worse,