he was trying to read Flights but its wonderful prose tired himdried out his
eyes or maybe the book wasnt it maybe it was that he went to bed in a drunken
stupor around threeif thats what the
clock really said it didnt say although it looked like three or maybe it was because his sixyearold granddaughter
woke him at six she said so after she asked
him steely sternly waking him from dreams dreams chasing each other tails around and around
a geometry dream and a dream of a house on
Fourth near Seventh numbered 2210 which was impossible because from Seventh to
Eighth the numbers were seventyhundred among this block of bungalows odd houses were either smoulderingsurvived a fire
or were charred firehollowed shells queer that he couldnt smell them
round and round the dreams chased each others
ass then seamlessreversed ran in the opposite
direction chasing the same ass
the sum of the interior angles of
a triangle equal onehundredeighty degreeshe couldnt remember proper school was long behind him as he dreamed he figured when he woke in the
morning hed ask his daughter his son-in-law theyd know they did better in
school than he they had university degrees his son attained a doctor of law degree
he ended up in college
that didnt meanhowever he wanted to go
school proved to be like having teeth pulled or fingernails
he wasnt dumb
school didnt teach him what he wanted to
know and when he went off on his tackdown the darker alleys of the subject
matter taught he crossed unseen lines
his teachers accused him of being
provocative
he countered that what he
related was effectively within the realm of the subjects they were teaching
NO they countered the subject matter they taught was within the
confines of the School Board and State curriculum
they told him he was upsetting the class
he opened his handsgesturing acknowledging
his classmates They dont seem upset
No matter. You have to stop with
your questions, your discourse.
I disagree Your subject mattermy
subject are the same damn things Mine
run deeper but theyre the same
Damn always mattered
Joe. You’re excused from class.
Go see the dean.
in grade school he saw the
principal
in high school the principal was
separate and secreted away from the students the dean of boys and girls was a
new hurtle a new twist in the skein an obscuration a distancing a baffle
pawn
he was contemptuous of the dean
he didnt like his teeth Christhe didnt
like his face it reminded him of a rat a subordinate a trained rat smelling only for
the cheese at the end of the maze
ahFlights
the deans fat sidekick he disliked even more
Fatty couldnt see the tips of his
shoes
which always made
him wonderchuckle when the last time it was that he saw his dick
J. Wellington Wimpy
Wimpy
Officer. he insisted
he couldnt remember either mans name
when he walked into their office but
they certainly remembered his
their ant mindhive mind informed
the foodchain above them that he was one of those
those incorrigiblebeyond redemption
Yah If youre gonna call me irredeemable be sure to
include that the course requirements Im upsetting are pitifully shallow an therefore Im only shallowly irredeemable
he never cared much for the
shallow end of the pool
he liked deep water
the deep end didnt protect him from those interested in the shallows
he finished high school through an extension program
Sobaby once he got himself
aligned in her suddenawakening and consciousness You dream
0751, Monday,
21 10. 19
1308, Thursday,
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