when he woke in the morning

                       he immediately grasped his cock to affirm his masculinity was still attachedhadnt been stolen during the night by a rapacious dream lover or ˈsəkyəbəs  and confirming his dangle he lazily scratched his balls strafed his pubic(they were affirmations too – who needed Church)  

turning and reclining on his right hip he casually reached over to a cardboard box he stood on end its flaps folded interlocked that he assigned the inordinate duty of being a nightstand 

he took up his cell and tapped a text to his girlfriend Good morning, babe, it’s a beautiful morning. Although it can’t compare or contend with you.

SEND 

he tapped a second slipping her the cliffsnotes of what he dreamed  and concluded it I kiss you warmly, and deep

there were many places on her body he kissed warmly  and deep

playfully he hoped when she read it shed know the spots he kissed and would smile

SEND 

he set the cell down

itd be awhile before she replied  she was always playing catch-up chasing the clock never allowed herself ample time should something go sideways

he shifted back into bed careful not to startle their cat indie

if he was wide awake

               what the hell was with this sleek denizenthis knucklehead  he rocked his hips gently side to side until indie woke  

indie peered at him with one eye Whaddafuck  then he rose stretched fourlegged upright on his tiptoes and artlessly walked up his body stepping on his bladder before collapsing on his chest eye to eye to be petted 

indie purred  

his purr rumbled his ribcage  

usually indie was at him early morning for breakfast(better than taking a dog for a walk)  but this morning he must have inadvertently sopped up some of his sepiacoloured dreaming  hazy like burning hashish 
he was collateral damage

he fed indie and checked on bigfoot their outside cat

if he was there or responded to his call or whistle hed feed him too

if not hed come back in take his vitamins a bolt of cod liver oil grind beans and start a pot of coffee

while the coffee brewed he sat with his clipboard and pen and either wrote what his absent bedroom scratching triggered or backtracked earlier into the morning and played with reengineered his dreams

he rarely dreamt of people he knew 

                             and for those unrecognized he gave a wide berth vague descriptions in a way respecting their anonymity their willingness to come to him  it wasnt hard to appreciate their obvious shy and retiring ways  even if they willfully played outrageous parts

oddly this morning he dreamt of an old girlfriend Maureen Irish blooded  sensual  

he ended their relationship because her affection for angel dust exceeded her affection for him

You obviously know what you want Ive said my piece once Im not repeating myself

she chided him viciously  he didnt know what the fuck he was talking abouthe was ignorantwho was he to knock angel dust if he wouldnt try it

Yawanna get ugly Maureen  I wouldnt try suicide either

You motherfucker you . . .

. . . Stop  Theres nothing here Nothing between us  Lets not murder good memoriestinge them with shit  Can we let it gojust  let it go

it looked like she had something to say

                                    but it turned sidewise in her mouth  she couldnt get it out

her eyes went brilliant green  like they were irradiated

she was doped

he did stop without calling

ya get what ya deserve

Awbaby she threw her arms around his neck  Yadont mean itYadont mean were over

he tried to slip the noose of her arms

Naw baby  Baby dontDont be that way   she grabbed a fist full of the neck of his black tshirt and slipped her other hand to his fly  her hand groped her fingers stumbled  You you and your fuckin button fly   Help me  Open you pants so I can get at your cock

A goodbye fuck

Ill fuck you so you cant breathe goodbye

there were blue marks on the white painted wall

he bruised her wall

she didnt bruise

when her shoulders blades banged against the wall she ouchedshe bit his lipshe licked his blood

                                                                             but the wall bruised

where he lifted herfucked herbanged her ass against the wall

the wall bruised

and when he let her downplayed with her titsspun her aroundtook her from behindher head turned sidewaysher cheek at the cool plasterher shoulder banging on the wall

she didnt bruise

the wall went blue

when he pulled out of her  she slowly s l o w l y collapsed down the wall to the hardwood floor  a balloon deflating    she sighed long

buttoning up his Levis he leaned down from his hip and whispered into her auburn hair into the top of her head

Goodbye Maureen

she never said a word

as he closed the entry door  on the wall above her were assorted blue marks and streaks  as if it had been smudged with carbon paper

Maureen lay on her side

                    her chest rising and falling to her incoherent  maybe unconscious breaths

that was the last time he saw her

until he dreamed of her this morning

             

      

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