paper mache

somebody said ithe overheard it  somewhere    whohe couldnt remember  

it percolated in his ear as if it was whispered too close  it woke him

he stuck his little finger into his ear and wiggled it trying to cease or dislodge the words 

                                                                                             paper mache

paper mache

paper mache

               then they quit they left him  and he laid in his bed restlessly staring up at the reflected coppery light on the ceiling off the rain soaked street  through the window  

he had taken the shade down the blinds he pulled the curtains wide apart  he disliked any obstructions between himself and the outside and if it wasnt for the rainspeckled glass panesdespite the cold he would have slept with the window open too

paper mache 

               it irritated himhe was irritated by its artificiality by the emptiness  hollowness  he knew it enclosed 

he despised it no matter how fantastic or beautifully it was configured

colourful  imaginative  piñatas 

                                   flour paste stripped newspapers over a toy balloon or balloons to devise shapes their formers desired  or elaborate masks rap rap rap nothing there behind it nada nada nada

like a closed elaborately carved door leading into an empty room

yet he kept knocking  listening

knocking  listening 

                           once someone was there

he didnt see them leavehe would have seen them leaveshould have he kept watch

they left like a ghost

they should have said they were leaving

                                           leaving him on his own

had they he wouldnt have waited despite saying he wasnt

they he wasted his time

some time,  Twosday,  13  2. 19

1613,  Saturday,  16  2. 19

Fleetwood Mac  Woman of 1000 Years  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQYHFWGXeDk