cherry stones
slipped nimbly round and round in his mouth over his tongue and ventured
to the back of his throat as if they going to jump
but they didnt
like uncommitted suicides waiting for someone
to push them over the edge
so they werent to blame though they
wanted it could taste it
were at the
edge of an orgasm for their annihilation
he didnt get it
hard
to follow
if ya walk all the way down to the exit door yank aside the heavy curtain under the dull ochre
illuminated lettering E X I T are
you really going to wait for someone to start a fire inside the theatre before
you plundered its door
its
locked
the
only way out was going through it
and there aint a soul outside
who
is gonna pull it open for ya
the stones danced to
the back of his throat
took cursive quickpeeks and then reversed field he spit them out between his tinted teeth
onto
the ground into an askew trashcan standing
feet away or divvied them into a game of
spitting where his only rivals would be manly
of course they would
its what men do
pissing matches
strap pompous
honor and dignity to games of chance or those of unlikely inordinate skills
he knew his accuracy was uncanny
some
might deem it skill
yet
no one in his experience not a fuckin
soul dabbled or could even take a seat at the table beside
him
it leaned up on its elbows at the rail right up there with the reams and reams of
useless information he marvelously garnered
his brain gobbing them up stuffing
them away
to hold for some innocuous rare moment when he could spirit them forth
and be doubted
-- Ya got a big
mouth Yawanna put some money on
that
-- The fuck yah
and then Laughing
walking away his pocket fuller
than when he had left the house
the bare shit of his xperience
told him
like the stones
if
provided care they could grow and become saplings trees and
bear cerise fruit
and these
faltering
suicides
too
provided care could grow and
become saplings and trees
forbear the Game-Tilt
and their inebriated neardeath
sparkling
fantasies
EndGame is
inevitable
turn another
card watch the fuckin sun rise
Yamiwanna put some money on it
who knows
what ya might Know
2140, Sunday,
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