who had more fun

                   he untethered his sense of reality  thought impossible : Im possible

an if possible anything was possible

he loved to animate the inanimate

it was huge fun 

                 walking down the streetbook in hand he looked up out of its pages after the weekly pickup trash receptacles were scattered at the sides of the road  

the street didnt have curbs he lived in the colony district onehundred year old hellstrips werent wise to incorporate on rolling treed hills 

the receptacles were on wheels green organic recycle blue plastic and paper recycle gray-like-death trash  and as he walked up on them one or several at a time they shook quietly subtly  quaked softly like dogs who anticipate being stroked or having their heads patted   

he smiled widely at their greetings 

                                     he acknowledged them Hey boys! and encouraged by his invocationhis attention they vocalised the best they could greeted him with hollow THUMPs staccatoed then languishing perhapshe thought I better bone up on Morse code

they made their sounds by banging their backs with their hingedhanging lids otherwise hanging from them like useless dicks at hollow thighs

HEY BOYS! he cried again elated by their greeting he adored conversing with the inanimate they were exceptional listeners  Now please tell me your spent rather than emptied THUMP THUMPTHUMP  THUMP  THUMPS followed  choruses Good very good  Then listen up gang a challenge  Ill pay good money to any of you if next time youre stuffed to the gills and rolled down to the street that you regurgitatehurl your contents onto it shower it  asif a violent orgasm  an ejaculation

the CLATTER was music to his ears

he could scarcely wait until next week

1409,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  6. 19

1017,  Monday,  1  7. 19