0559, Monday,
14 11. 16 this morning he wriote by the light of the super
moon sipping warm milk in a mug
Its slowly making its way to the
edge of his world
daunted by the silhouette of western
hills
hills bigger than he ever found
in his Midwest birthland
they fascinated him
you could throw yourself off them
to your death if you wanted
in Chicago youd have to find a building
to jump out of
natural versus artificial erected
the only erection he had natural fealty
to was his ownno windows or doors just SPROONG!
SPROONG!
always sounded right
SPROONGS! a fleshy pogo pokego
stick a handful to hide behind books during high school which seemed to waken just
as the bell sounded for passing-time between classes and to be walked through
the halls which only exacerbated his circumstance(Lemme masturbate!) the braless
bouncing lasses nubile females his schoolmates
DEAR GOD
NO
EMISSIONS PLEASE he didnt want to sit in
it for the remainder of the day or peel out of it later in the lockerroom
dressing out for practiseTruly the closest he
ever got to prayer
by the light of the super moon it was 0614
he guessed hed have another ten minutes tops before it disappeared
behind the hills
he hoped he wasnt the only one
watchingthat there were other voyeurs
voyeurs-of-taste who werent pushed to it for sexual excitement curious voyeurs who cant help themselves but
to be fascinated by their perceptions
odds-makers of reality
0624 the super moons waist is wrapped by a gauzy tendril
of marine-layer then tentacles drawing it down and down into the sea behind
the hills he couldnt see behind
a pat of melting marrow becoming diffuse
he could see through it like a
ghost a ghost a gho . .
the
moons gone
its likes not
to be seen again 2034(he
heard 100 years which really incentivised him not to miss this one because odds
were he wasnt going to be around for the next)
