either indie was pulling his
Ping-bit or Ping-redux was pulling his dazzling sleight-of-hand indie-bit
he had no idea if they did how
they did it or which iteration was more difficult to pull off
a cat acting as a Chinaman or
vis-versa
they were astonishing chimeras vying
for his attention
whomever was present
every once in a while laying in
bed theyd hear indie digging madly in his catbox
--- I cleaned it
--- So what the hell is he doing
--- Maybe looking for a turd hes sure he made Yaknow like a phantom shit you take and looking
you find nothings there but unsoiled toilet paper
--- Whaat
are you talking about
--- Oh dont start with me youve never had a
phantom shit
--- I couldnt say I dont inspect my feces
--- Feces Youkiddin
You dont
eyeball yourahem excrement
to ascertain your health or constitution
--- I dont
--- Whaddaya do
--- I flush the toilet wash my hands and leave
the bathroom
--- Im dumbstruck Cant imagine moving my bowels
and not checking em out to determine my constitution
Youre a freak
--- Im a freak
--- Freak
indies nuts at his catbox
flinging litter across the linoleum floor in the laundry scratching at and
scrapping its plastic bottom like a dog after a buried bone
he always goes in to see whats up
and typically he startles indie who
dashes past him or between his feet only to reverse in the carpeted hallway
wend his bullet-way back past him or through his legs launching himself landing
back in his catbox scattering more litter against the wall a hockey player
stopping on ice
he shakes his head
whaelse
to do
he sees indies eyes glowering in
the semilight like a Kilroy with paws
YahGoodnight big fella
he doubles back to bed
--- And
--- And what Your cats a loon or hes playing
with Ping
--- Ping
--- YahPing
he
sighs
Youve
heard the story if youre in America and you dig perfectly straight through to
the other side of the Earth
you emerge
in China You have Right
--- Yeah
So what
--- So Pings got more incentive to dig this way Its
America Land of the Free Home of the Brave
And digging to America hes come up in indies catbox
--- What are you talking about
--- Im talking about the restless spirit of a
man desiring unfettered freedom Im talking about an incentivized hardworking
Chinaman I got no doubts hed make it
Hence Ping Indies
buddy and playmate
Theyre
frolicking
--- You know youre the only one I know who can
make that sound plausible
--- Aint plausible babe its goin on in just the
other room not ten feet from where your lay
--- Does he come bearing eggrolls I love
eggrolls
--- Eggrolls and hot Chinese mustard
Yawant I should have him doubleback for some authentic kimchi As
industrious as he is he probably has Korean connexions
so what began as a sly joke white
pajamas straw coolie hat wood sandals had grown to epic proportions
Ping
indies phantom playmate
indie is a feral tricoloured cat
being male his true colouring numbers
him one in 3,000 births
he read that indies XXY chromosomes
was akin to Klinefelters Syndrome in human beings and
while conjecture implies such individuals are less interested in sex he could
debate indies disinterest probably stemmed from the fact that he was neutered
however XXY offspring are typically tragically born
sterile
nonetheless indies devotion his abiding-passion
was food
they often chided indie calling
him indie and his tapeworm
today he had no idea who was he talking to
whether indie
the
tapeworm
or
Ping
he concluded they concluded if they ever got any one of them to speak thered be money in it
Come on guys Were kiddin
A little joke
all he got was slanty-eyed
disdain side-glances
how Oriental was that
no sooner those words were through his synapses than he
could hear her harping Asian Asian
trying to muzzle her
recriminations he cited Edward Saids book Orientalism his use of Occidental in opposition to
Orientalism
but she never had any
of it
And when was that
--- Seventy-Eight
--- Old news
--- Its Said he was brilliant A humanist thoroughly secular
Whats to possibly dislike about
the man
--- He said oriental
-- AwGet over it People have prideful prejudices As long as they know they do as I do we shouldnt
be drawn and quartered for slight missteps
--- Im following your lead
Never be quiet in the face of remarks you disagree with
Being silent suggests you acquiesce
to the content of their remarks
--- Okay okay
I agree I agree
But its me not some gasbag out on
the street in a coffeeshop huh Me
--- I gotta keep in practise
I
appreciate you challenging me keeping me sharp
hed shake his head dolefully roll
his eyes
Wisenheimer
if in fact it was Ping today sneaky Ping
he was going to send him back
down his rabbithole after his opium and pipe
he had a pipe of his own but wasnt
about to share with a changeling no matter how familiar they were with each
other
he wanted a taste of opium the
Chinese smoked
he enjoyed Mohammeds years back
from Armenia Moe popped him with his
hashish
it was different from hashish he
was used to concerned even then that Americans
were smoking a cut product
seems Capitalism Greed always spoils
a true item
he liked to think the Old World
wasnt as tainted as the New was
while New World hash opium got
him high
it was unlike the Old Worlds high
Moes hashish was like smoking
delicate flowers smelled like flowers tasted like flowers like being teenagers
flirting with sex trembling unbuttoning blouses untying halter tops perky
breasts pointed nipples areola like setting suns unbuttoning pants catching your breath fuzzy peaches throbbing
cocks the teasing teasing
it was sensual mindblowing compared to actually having sex penetrating
fucking
the delicious deliberate wanting anticipation to actually getting having
Oh the places you will go
Seuss got it right
he and Moe went without moving a muscle
one wouldnt think an aged Armenian
and a young American could converse in their separate languages
they
did
they understood each other
crystal clear
crystal clear:
he dug the imagery of
Nixon spinning in his grave his blue-tinged skin his cheeks jaw and jowls his
face grown long looking like a beatified beatnik his suit gone to rags
Dont hand the man a mirror
Hed shit Befoul his coffin
he wouldnt wish that on anyone
he crawled in next to him
Hey
Dick Dick Can you heard me Dont move your head(he didnt want it coming
off) Lemme think you can hear me otherwise me lying beside you serves no
purpose your war on drugs Ehrlichman ratted you out it was your war on blacks
your war on leftist anti-war freaks you failed the country dismally you created
a gauntlet that didnt have to be you ruined lives to enjoy your own you were
the scourge not the drugs you were the
fake you destroyed that that was authentic you ought to be ashamed but you
never had shame people have always altered themselves its human nature since Time
Immemorial in every culture in every nook and cranny that mankind has infested
exploited polluted and shamed First People knew it Primitives knew it Commonsense
knew it and all of it to assume artificial power to make your dick hard
Dick
Goddammit I hope you can hear me I
sincerely do
he xhaled
Moes eyes rolled up in his head
politics always bores people
indie or indiePing curled up in
his lap
eyes like slits
he stroked his head ran his thumb gently up his broad nose to
inbetween his ears ruffled his neck tweaked
his ears
cat purr
no one had yet been able to identify
what the purring meant there were
theories but he didnt need to know why
he liked simply that it was
it was retiring relaxing
he wished he could purr
hell
sometimes he wished hed like to be a changeling
himself
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22 4. 16
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