23.6.19



he rolled up on the sides of his feetstablising went flatfooted 
                                                              then he rocked absently onto his heels despite his earhtboundgymnastics he continued to piss on target  true straightly steadily  hittin the pot neither left nor right straight through the goalposts of Life

HAhahe laughed reminding himself when he was a kid and his father tossed his cigarette butt into the toilet and how he and his kid brother pissed it to shreds  afterwards tellin each other that they felt maybe they hurt themselves pushingpissing too hardHUR
                       he laughedHAha at his joke secretly wondering if anyone would grasp his allusion 
outloud  If you can grasp my illusion then take ahold of my dick while youre at it  Muchobliged


what rocked him at the foot of pot 
                                         he was thinking theres much to be said for an alcoholic hazealcoholic glaze
What?

Whadaya mean wha

What? What’s to be said for an alcoholic haze, glaze, as you say?

Christ Youre a turd sometimesmost of the time

Insulting me isn’t explaining yourself.

Myself 
       Ya tryin to exclude yourself from myself prick

Not excluding me, no. I’m just not clear on the mental calisthenics you’re doing to arrive at your proclamation.

Not a proclamation . .
. . Maybe not to your thinking.

To my thinking, yeah.


Really Youre gonna try to disassociate from me . . . who if I wasnt here . . you wouldnt be either

You may be reaching.

Explain

I’m just saying.

Yahwell Im tired an tired of just sayin the crocks of shit Im suppose to swallow as readily as I might swallow a crock of Because 

Step up or shaddup


You’re soundingfeeling violent.

I love your intuition Carry on


You can’t do violence to me.

Ya must forget that pain is a minor inconvenience to me 

I can do violence to you

Yawanna disassociation Ill serve you up on a silver platter parsley garnish fruity footsies for fowl and lamb joints

Dig


I dig.

Excellent

Carry on

I’m saying . .
. . Just saying Alluding

You gonna let me talk?

Speak

Dog


Dog?

Dog


I’m just saying you give credit to an alcoholic haze . . 
. . I do

Then I’m challenging why you do.

Then ask Dont be a prick




I didnt think so
                  Im happy you can discern provocation Thats good for you and me  Whawas I saying . .
. . Prick . .
. . Yes

The reflective haze glaze the butteryfingered angels and demons of my imagination firedlubricated oiled by their quiet insult  prying open my skull to get at the walnut of my brain  Gently prying it open    Sinuously prying       

Ya might agree that we dont wannabe be bitchslapped to bring us to fertile imaginings  Huh

Huh? Damn near guttural, brutish.

Playing close to the primal fire Like the POPs and wily sparks swirlinspinnin stirrin the night air Mebbe fallin hot an generatin a fire of its own  Mebbe burnin the house down . . . . Our house Were flame retardant retards A fires not consumed by a fire of its making They cojointhey consume together Toss twosomes under the bus seek menage a trois foursomes orgies  
                  Ya gonna be Cohens shy one at some orgy

Nice allusion.

Thanks for playing close 
                           Then you catch my driftwaft my smoke
I do.

Then do we need to beat this dead horse whore  if we throw the doors asunder spread them wide apart

No.


Were okay

Okay.

Dont get me wrong I dig your questioning  I dont dig insubordination  

Particularly if its me going after me             
     
1343,  Saturday,  22  6. 19
Bobby Bare  Dropkick Me Jesus  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsWg0bt9kp4 
Leonard Cohen  Last Year’s Man  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWNm9E73V9Y 
Ghostpoet  That Ring Down the Drain Kind of Feeling  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEGVCNOKmIk