URBAN ALLIGATORS

Still awaiting word on the July 16, 2012, hearing. But, I do know that assistant Arizona Attorney General Joel "the mortician" Rudd is on the ropes, so to speak. The only reason that rat bastard has gone to the lengths he has in order to suppress the data I was willing to share with the court the other day, as discussed in my last article, is because he is going to face very serious reaction should my claims about his complicity in the issues established in this case gain any credence once this data is determined to be valid. I feel, as such, and perhaps over hopefully, that he is squirming just like the weasel that he is.  But, I really cannot predict what the court will actually find once the various input provided is fully laid out on the table. Not that it really matters, either, my speculation. Because one way or the other, this will be settled within the letter of the law, however far we have to take it.   

38-510. Penalties                          "Go ahead counselor. I dare ya'."

A. A person who:

1. Intentionally or knowingly violates any provision of sections 38-503 through 38-505 is guilty of a class 6 felony.

2. Recklessly or negligently violates any provision of sections 38-503 through 38-505 is guilty of a class 1 misdemeanor.

 B. A person found guilty of an offense described in subsection A of this section shall forfeit his public office or employment if any.

 C. It is no defense to a prosecution for a violation of sections 38-503 through 38-505 that the public officer or employee to whom a benefit is offered, conferred or agreed to be conferred was not qualified or authorized to act in the desired way.

 D. It is a defense to a prosecution for a violation of sections 38-503 through 38-505 that the interest charged to be substantial was a remote interest.

the true urban alligator

defined less 
by the animal

than by the seeker

hot sticky
trash lined
concrete buttresses
railroad tracks

inner city

within sight of

the water treatment plant

the electric plant

turbine coolers

chain link fences

thick thick thick

underbrush and trees 

you know
there are bodies here

this place
this dump
this idyllic clumsy

man made sore

not far at all

from home

to look above below
beyond and yet
of the water, life is

that simple, and yet

in focus with a surface

there is always

something stalking

something else

somewhere, in some fashion

tides ever working

just like that, the tides

and the movement of the moon

and the movement in the brush

the shadows there just beneath the surface

the ripples by the overhanging tree limb

the man 
with the torn weathered coat

always there, 
behind the trellis,
stalker. 

i am looking at shifts in the light

and putting names on it all

disturbances in the water

causing alarm; undue?

while the bugs settle in

to the rest of this day

light moving

air heating, air cooling

things falling 

from the trees

odors arising

saluting the events

like bums 

in a toledo subway.    

i hardly matter, my words-

a thunderstorm either

awakens us, me

the bugs the bushes

electricity in the air

this is after all

hurricane country,

or conversely

puts us back to sleep.

Hello!

notes:

   -kamatz w.e.r.c. winchester idaho self 1997
  -cross bayou self 2012 
  -red river self 2012
  -red river self 2012

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