The windowseat was nearly
obscured under the scatter of unfolded laundered bandannas
their faded coloured cotton a stark complement to the lively
hummingbirds feeding and flashing on the other side of the old glass windowpanes
-- Really
Who
the hell has this many handkerchiefs
-- Bandannas
I got a big nose been broken too many times stuck in places many said it
didnt belong
But
I wouldntve unless I felt it was
necessary warranted
I think too many people fear getting hurt over getting involved or being in the middle
but thats a line one has to draw for themselves wouldnt you say
It never hurts long
Mine leaks I rather prefer to be polite excuse myself step to a side and blow it
Thus behold my trove
he
said as he fingered the relaxed fabric
Ive compiled these over years
And yes I have favorites
behind them throbbed
Lennons Working Class Hero
it seemed to orchestra the febrile threads of smoke
reeling off incense punks burning to either side of the windowseat
on small Indian-carved
accent tables
-- Place looks like a sanctuary approaching a sailors bethel or shrine
-- I get that
Though I dont see it myself
Its just the place I relax recline read mull
things through my skull
-- I suppose Im saying I wish I had a place
like this for myself
-- You ought to
-- No
Im
not someone who wants to get in the way of a threat or a fist
Too even keeled
-- Obviously
youre honest
What if someone impugned your
honesty
-- I dont
make enemies
-- You dont challenge
anyone
-- No one challenges me
-- Huh
I was going to gift you a bandanna
But it doesnt sound like you catch a cold either
I dont think you need one
-- No
Dont need a bandanna
Not like you
1238, Friday,
8 5. 15
1847, Monday, 11 5. 15
1847, Monday, 11 5. 15
