he didnt know himhe wanted to
know him but circumstances didnt allow them
to meet
and unmet now hell never know him
because Alchemy died yesterday
he knew alchy was cherished
he knew alchy was anticipatedthat
he made his girlfriends life happy every moment she spent at home with him
after long arduous days of workworking with screwballs for screwballs contending with the fragile psyches of PhDs
and doctors who believed their degrees entitled them to
quasi-goddom
when she referred to those
anonymous personalities devoid of any physical
descriptions other than male or female he imagined old ruined spiderwebs that ought to be taken down out of ceilingcorners
with a broom no respectable spider would
fasten silk from their spinneret to one any more
than a destitute person would seek wet cardboard to help fashion a refuge
alchy helped replenish her refill her heart and soul reopen her senses that she shuttered to withstand
the awkward buffeting and direct assaults of mental health
They’re stealing my compassion.
They’re stealing my compassion.
when she told him that
his blood iced in his veins her beauty
had depth to the marrow of her bones she
was kind she was considerate and to preserve herself recognising their assaults she entered a survival mode an armor which deflected
the dull whips and slings and pointy arrows but despite it she still bruised still whirled images she was unfortunately privy to through her head
she could not unsee what she
saw
unhear what she heard
she spared him
she laughed Poor alchy takes the
brunt of my complaints he nibbles timothy
hay fresh vegetables from my hand his muzzles tickles my palm and I feel my emotions and affections
restored
What, what am I going to do now?
Any ideas?
Perhaps Survive
Thats what we dowho we are
If I can help you need only ask
I have your back
she emailed him pictures of alchy
the day she brought him home he looked
like a miniature buffalo he automatically
had his heart she wrote He’s my little
buffalo. You’re my big buffalo. You’re not jealous, are you?
No
Were of the same herd same tribe
We both want your happiness
she was terribly unhappy
he hadnt seen her yet but he knew her unhappiness would be evident in her facein
her voice if someone cared to look and
see
Time for a new pet! was the
chorus at work
Assholes
happiness flows up in us through deep
artesian wells
were responsible for our
happiness
Time
A time will come her colours will return
Time
desperately Time heals all wounds
1212 or 0012 &
1454, Thursday, 7 2.
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