his cattheir cat

           woke him at zero dark thirty four-something-or-other in the morning

the best he had could mutter muster  Disya indie or yer fuuckin tapeworm  his tongue thick

indie retorted loudly smacking his lips

and that was on him

he taught indie

cat wouldnt fetch

               but if he was anything he was tenacious

Yeah yeahyeah he groaned throwing his legs over the edge of the bed both feet on the floor(once always a paperboy)

he got up on the right side of the bed(Ohdefinitely) and peering between the slits in his eyelids he went down the hall to the kitchen and rustled up the harpy some canned grub  

setting indies bowl down he returned to the bedroom and laying down he picked up his cellfone off her empty pillow

he left it there after they talked and said goodnight

sometimes if she didnt knock out she might try and catch him in his hypnogogic state

hed conditioned himself to respond to its Outdoor bing!

to pull himself out of the hallucinogenic taffy

and while he had regrets he understood that most of those reveries were doomed from the getgo to fritter away claptrap and hyperbole despite any effort he could make

it was a condition he required

he wasnt going to let her swing in whatever funk it was that prompted her later texts

he texted her about being up fetching indies breakfast while bits and pieces of his dreams were still falling in his eyes

SEND

he set the fone back down on her pillow

laying his head down he fell back to sleep hard

when he woke later he found she texted him not long after he SENT

she didnt remark about what time it was or feeding indie

rather she wrote that his bits and pieces of dreams still falling in his eyes was very poetic

he ought to write about them

funny thing about muses

they usually get their way

the soft meringue the odd ideations simmered 

                                      overhead a blueforest canopy mawkish birds crying flitting from branch to branch like desperate souls accompanying spying on the wayward the woods grew darker overhead becoming more dense and denser the fewer and fewer the birds unwilling to hazard the strange becoming-confines and then suddenly entirely disappeared  he was alone  then the forest fled leaving him to a labyrinth that stole onto him like a hungry cephalopod he sensed its muscular sides they slid and slithered sleek corridors turned into tunnels rounded walls burrowed the walls salted with glow worms singular lit stones and smeared by luminous minerals when they stopped moving he walked again wandering amazed the burrows leading him into a space and inside it grew larger and larger around him a cavern his breath echoed in it returned to his ears a tired not fearful breath without the nearness of walls to guide him he remained to that course divined to him he could feel the walls run away and that above him growing taller then at a sudden a tearing sound fell from the unseen ceiling a rumbling small debris fell on his head inside his shirt it rained down there was nowhere to hide or seek cover then a jagged blue split appeared that he saw from inside the cavern below it and saw from above and outside the cavern it humped and swollen like a pregnant womans belly against the stark landscape  the ceiling gasped and gave way like elastic flesh like a gourd broken by unseen fingers prying it apart unseen hands ripping it asunder and above looking down inside the cavern he saw around him pale scattered seeds nearly as large as he they staggered his steps they tripped him and where he fell trying to get up he fell backwards unsteadied by the trembling fell onto his haunches a seed near him split and from within a Himba girl writhed and unfurled out of it like serpent she found him and straddled him red mud crumbled from her hair onto his chest her weight and movement taking his breath and trying to catch it she suddenly flickered suddenly dematerialised and morphing sinuously into her stead was a candle-and-blacklighted nude woman whose face was obscured in purple blackness unlike the Himba and then she too flickered and the two then weaved in and out of each other turning atop him and became a two-headed woman

                                     looking in either direction and around  on guard

0910,  Thursday,  8  9. 16

1416,  Friday,  9  9. 16