Sometimes you see shit in your dreams  the garden-variety   not clever shit

and waking in the morning   stuck like chewinggum to your soul  It lingers

you remember . . .

                               Its right there  smiling  making you think youre suddenly

clandestinely  in on something that you cant possibly say No to

as if It was just some negligible parcel

you carried It out of lalaland

you must have carried It out for a reason

                                                                   into Reality

he had done that more times than he cared to admit

so  Out  Grinning   he pushed It onto a cold backburner

outasight  outamind

                                    for days and days on end 

                                                                               

and over those consecutive following mornings when he came into the kitchen to make coffee

scratching his balls as he walked down the hallway from the bedroom

he remembered It  just as he circled around the edge of the purring fridge

It   sat on the backburner

     bright-eyed  enthusiastic

     Fuck coffee!  did a big ol fat line and didnt bother to wipe the excess off its nose or upper lip

HIYA!

Yeah  Hiya  Chill  Havent had my coffee  you know

YUP!  DO!  WE PLAYIN TODAY!

That ought to be a question we playin today  not an endorsement

TODAY!

A question 

                  You ought to be thoughtful    tender it as a question

BEEN WAITIN!

You have 

               Patiently

                              I appreciate that

TODAY!

Let me have my coffee

he continued scratching his balls

his dreams had seen worse

It laid on the small white leather benchseat of an improbable ‘65 red Thunderbird coupe

beside him  wearing an equally improbable blonde bouffant a loose-neck red-and-white horizontal-striped cotton pullover and tight jet black capri pants  sat his girlfriend

he eyed her ample cleavage unashamed(recognizing she was his girlfriend despite her dreamy theatrical get-up  --  no guilt inspired)

laying on Its face  a brown leather tome

stamped low on Its rear
                                      Three Feathers Press

it was tough to shake an enthusiastic Three Feathers done-up in whiteface comprised of cocaine   real tough . . .

It  however  proved itself enduringly patient    

which he found was an attractive  very desirable  singular attribute  that drew and compelled him

what could he possibly do with a Three Feathers Press

Ahem  she said as if she was reading his mind

Yes baby  Dont mean to ignore you you look sensational a tad confused   distracted

Really  she said

Yes   really

Baby  Youre sitting beside me Im dressed like Im dressed and you havent a clue want to do with Three Feathers Press

Open the book

he didnt mind taking orders from her(particularly when he was dreaming)  so he obliged her

opening It he found between its vellum sheets three pressed eagle feathers

Have any ideas what you might like to do with those feathers  baby  she said as she leaned forward  her breasts rising

exaggerated  swelling between the gentle pressure she applied with her biceps

he didnt mind she could read his mind or mind taking orders or suggestions from her

the coupe vibrated shook and sighed on its high-performance steel-belted radials

two would have worked

                                        but three were   well     Ecstasy . . .

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