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
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 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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