hed written about happy things

                          an enthused he found that his happy things bled into play things

he lingered obsequiously

                     then titillated he Ahhemmed     Play things

Hadnt everyone been or had a play thing

a thing to play with 

                     an fuck if they didnt know it while they were in the heart of the matter

he knew when he was a play thing

                             although he couldnt say at the time he was happily a play thing

rather he might confess  if honest  he was congenially coerced then became a play thing

an then afterwards(only afterwards)  quietly wondering measuring if that wasnt where the idea concept or tenant of sin was conflicted confused mediated  if that wasnt where ones remorse or regret was idealised and had squatted down on its haunches and wouldnt blatantly refused to assume their part in the Act of Sin  

                                                                niggling fingering their carnal partners

accusing them that they had seduced them accusing that they had cravenly preyed on their quiet subdued innocence had fashioned their perversions and turned them away turned them around suspended their knowing right from wrong

Please!

What a crock of shit!

                 a thunder mug left too many days in the bedstand blueflies and blowflies buzzing their mad delight at its caulked joints untrue edges and poor hinges

by his graphic estimation

                      better to have been a play thing than a thing not at all

 

2030,  Twosday,  8  3. 16

0050,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  9  3. 16

Chico Hamilton  Night Beat  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdLXpcjiE5M