the dream escaped him

he was working on another piece that capturedarrested his imagination

                                                                           an capturing his imagination it vanquished the dream that had been so vivid he thought itd be waiting in the hall for sloppy secondswho the fuck wants sloppy seconds

he could commiserate

he once waited on sloppy thirds

but came down

came down off the dopeoff the boozeoff the testosterone that hardened his cock when he yanked her tits out of her blouse

        she Ooohed laughing threw her head announced  Ill fuck youse, but I’ll only fuck you one at a time

cut cards

he was miserable at cutting cards

his buddies werent as handsie as he FUCK he got her tits outmade the play  they were too shyfuckin right SHY  they didnt see where her cockteasing was going she wanted to fuck and she wanted to fuck them

but then she flippedbecame shy  she didnt want to take them on three at once 

Whadafuck she had the ability she had the holes she was definitely greased  he could smell her 

her tits out her nipples pointed like accusing fingers   

but it was her show

despite his blood uphed been there before several times  there was a thin line between wanton abandon and rape

shed blinked

wanton abandon crawled up inside itself and died 

                                                     yet she still wanted to get her rocks off

he couldnt believe he drew a three

his buddies pulled a king then an ace  he was fuckin anticlimactic  funny  climax-tick tock  tick   tock  ticktock  tick tock   tick   tock 

                        tick tock took its toll  he straightened out  wha straightened up fell  

the boys took their time

                          or maybe they were too fucked up to get things rolling

he stood outside the cabin in the Wisconsin woods by the Wisconsin River with one an then with the satisfied other  What a hole!  encouraging words cuz every guy must love fucking a holehuh

                                                                                   holehuh wholeholehuh  he was realisingbreaking his high hed rather jack off to his imagination of a gangbang event  than fuck her
fuck her hole
             huh

the king staggered out the heavy wood doortripped down the three steps and landed on his face

blackfaced with dirt certainly something to behold he spat dirt like a pale exhale of a cheap cigar Your turn. Just fuck her. Otherwise you’ll be sucking my cum.  he knew that he liked to go down on women  he was notorious for eating pussy

yah he wasnt stupid 

that was never in the offing not after drawing a three of hearts

he climbed the slotted step after sidestepping the collapsed kingstill lying in the dirt

amber light

             from a lamp on a side table acting as a nightstand a bad actor

she was naked  enthralled   heavingwaving her hips heavily on her heels stabbed firmly in the naked mattress  not even a fuckin sheet  

slick glistening  between her legs

                                     he could smell her

probably acted as smelling salts  tick  tock  TICK  TOCK  
                                                              Yah he wasnt into it
she shouldnt have been the shy one at some orgy

Might wanna finger yourself if ya havent cum yetDont think they were interested in you cumming

she sat bolt upright You cunt! she yelled

Youre the cunt I got sober Yamight say HA I got a peek at religion Im saving myself from myself Ya should have fucked the three of us at once he was more sober than he thought

he rather artfully ducked the lamp off the rickety side table she grabbed and threw at him

LIGHTS OUT

1329,  Saturday,  23  11. 19

Leonard Cohen  Last Year’s Man  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWNm9E73V9Y

he was returning from walking his daughters to school

he crossed to the opposite side of the street from the way he had gone for shits and giggles as many shits and giggles as one can possibly contrive while walking and reading

                                                          but the book he was reading Morgans Thin Air page by page inevitably bounced his eyes up out of the book in awedizzied by an array of astonishing descriptionsvisuals  terse dialogue

         and on one such bounce nearly to his exwifes house they alighted briefly on a crushed squirrel laying on the street freshkilled  its blood not yet coagulated

                                                 Muthafucker he muttered
The least you could have done was pull over confirm it was dead pick it up off the road

the squirrel had been runover several times since it was killed

the fact it was runover again and again maddened him

it wasnt degradationNo  it was disgraceful

                                            Whawas the word he was looking for

                                                                                                          Aaah
Desecration

maybe others might not think so

                                 however that made him laugh  he wondered how they might feel if he walked into a funeral parlour where a loved one laid and dumped their body out of the coffin onto the hushedplush carpet

                                                                                                                 the thought nearly set him to howl but it was too early in the morning in an upscale LA neighbourhood  he had some couth  evidentlyit seemed just enough to suppress a howl  a disgusted  passionate   howl

Nono  This aint the way its going to goNot  No  Way  No  How  Cant seem to find it in yourself to slow downAVOID  or brake for an animal  he wasnt leaving its body on the street a moment longer for human beings to desecrate it furthur because he knew some shit would come by and hit it again just for the hell of it

                                                                                     a spoiled punk rolling in Mommys or Daddys car  running over it for an OhNoYouDidnt! shout out

he really ought to carry that brick in the canvas bag slung over his shoulder that hes threatened to do the brick to chuck through the windshield window or against the body of a desecrating car or truck 

he was a boy scout once Be Prepared

in black MagicMarker hed write on it  THIS BRICK IS FOR YOU 

                                                                     hed probably have to carry a second brickNO   no  hed just carry the sap and knuckles his father gave him that he had carried in Miami when he worked as an insurance agent going door to door and carried cash should a driver become disgruntled at the significant damage a brick would do to their vehicle

                     though it aint the same as being dead  Is it?

he picked up two large wood chips that someone had rather than a front lawn and walked into the street squatted facing into traffic should it come and scrappedgathered the squirrels destroyed remains  maintaining  somewhat  its symmetry  the best he could 

an eye fell free as he carried it to the woodchipped curbstrip

he went back for it  rolled it onto the more-spooned of the two chips  then rolled it onto its broken skull

0800,  Monday,  7  10. 19

1433,  Reggae Friday,  22  11. 19

Tool  Sober  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nspxAG12Cpc