He worked himself into that most enviable place       

                                                                                    at his diningroom table   on elbow

leaning over a sheet of paper

slyly tempted by a brown paper bag

amused by their naked brown and white skins

they tickled his thinking   coerced him to determine the ink he might use                                                                                                

gingerly  he fingered a pen dismissed the pencil                                                                                                                              

the white would obviously take all comers                                                                                                                     

                                                                     as white did

and if brown  if he didnt use black ink hed screw himself because as it was he often was unable to read

what he wrote afterwards

his mad scribbling putting his words and ideas at risk     illegible     hard to unfold

though  to be sure 

                              what he eked out of them  probably  were better than he originally wrote

and being that he perpetually rewriote
he squeezed the text for a better word
created inflections
altered space

evolved

               he could hardly wait to see what finally shook out  stopped moving  too fuckin tired to take another step
while the faces in the trees outside the window nodded or shook their heads to the wind that drove them  and the animals the totems who subtly offered advice hidden in the clouds were obscured by thin sleeves of silver rain that rarely fell from California skies  he wished the rain like the jabber of a cocky bluejay penetrating the glass was accompanied by peals of thunder and jagged lightning by the pissed off howls and shrieks of a freshborn babe
who detested their new world  kicked to the curb  tossed from their gardens embrace

                                                                                                                    too fuckin tired to take another step

then rolled over and picked through

worked on by a pitiless homeless who wouldnt dare miss a trick   

who would eat a dog off its leash

 

2212,  Friday,  24  4. 15

1033,  Saturday,  25 4. 15

 Yahs boithday