Some things youd think were
utterly and I mean utterly natural spontaneous
down
to fuckin innate
Ive thought that most my life
I have assumed it most my life
and apparently its the only thing
I blindly take for granted an
entitlement whereas I despise
entitlement everywhere
I find it
I find it
I have to assume everyone enjoys
a blatant entitlement which they dont see in themselves it is too subjective
they are too near it it is the shadow they have theyll not ever
lose
and yet if I hadnt witnessed it
if it hadnt caught me so very off
guard flatfooted
frankly shocking in its exposure
I wouldnt have thought it existed
I am athletically entitled
I take it for granted
my hand-eye coordination is significant and has made waves among my
siblings extended family and eventual competitors
I often talked about seeing and
how the game I watch unfolds in s l o w-motion
I could anticipate deflections
knew precise angles to chase down fly balls make bounce passes off the hardwood
played backboard shots inside what later became known as the three-point arc lay
sacrificial bunts saw where my receivers would be and threw to that spot
I could see those things as
easily as I could see women who tried very hard to secret their ample bosom
I cant say that one has surprised me
I followed a friend into a car
showroom and watched the salesman approach him and as he walked towards my
friend he step by step furtively eyed his hand and introducing himself he
eyeballed it one last time before he banged home his handshake
afterwards my friend said that I
was nuts the salesman didnt do that
I said he did ungainly
awkwardly
I watched him use a clandestine more-basic less-finessed timing that I use when I find myself approaching a woman
head-on and want to appreciate the heft and motion of her breasts though not lecherously subtly
surprisingly other times an
over-the-top candid appeal or appreciation works out far better
then however I could see her
coming from far off far sooner and from a distance she couldnt distinguish
me
I easily hawk-eye her and enjoy a
preternatural anticipation and titillation
some inherent inborn abilities
are worth their weight in gold
goddamn near sacred
but this poor schlemiel
I wondered how many handshakes
and grips he missed catching air awkwardly banging knuckles which has to be as bad as bumping cocks during
a ménage à trois
not that he was spirited away for those candlelighted dalliances fueled
by coke and sex hashish and sex psilocybin
and sex or other hallucinogenic appetites plying for wanton sex
Yes Virginia(of
the infamous There is a Santa Claus fame) there is a difference between wanton
sex and wanting sex
I would
have to take for granted that the schlemiel and I would concur and because
we dont often have a chance to concur and concurring is more fun than a barrel
full a bevy of altered wetted naked buxom women when hand-eye coordination is least desired
which he
was sure was the keen synthesis of Little Jack Horner when he touted he stuck
in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said what a good boy am I
Little
Jack Horner was his carnal Fairy Tale hero and he swore if he could ever talk
up some maidens lay them to waste(cause if my minds tore up then my body dont
care(Zappa)) hed love to bring Jack into the game into the room
and not turn out again
and not turn out again
because
he hadnt either the strength or the consciousness to fuckin move
innate only goes so far
1558,
Sunday, 13 9. 15
1735, Sunday,
13 9. 15
