blonde pine TV tray
on it was a large cobaltblue plate and five
date pits
he didnt have to count
he figured everyone could count
fiverecognise five
they were in the shape of a
decapitated deer
five pens fanned out beside
the plate to its right if a circular plate has
sides
he didnt have to count
one can see five
four red Bics
one black Pentel a fine point pen
he knew that because they were
his
he figured everyone knew what
they had
five pens might seem too many a little much
he didnt want to run out of ink an
have to go lookin for another pen
he had a lot to say an preferred to
say it in writing
there he could hold his tongue
writing chased off people who
were easily bored or had poor vocabulary
who wanted to contend with
short-attention spans
those tenants he found
shallow
shallow as muddied rain puddles
still able to reflect though drop a stone in them the stone
hits bottom yet breaches the surface awkwardly
the TV tray was at his right
elbow
he set his coffee down on it
its weight skewed the tray a sudden
precarious wiggle uneven on the clay tiles
quickly he grabbed the mug
he held it on top his thigh
the room seemed smaller this morning
it was an enclosed back porch
maybe it was the silence
nobody was talking
to his left ten feet off were
illfitted French doors that led outside onto a cracked concrete apron
above the apron was a stout
trellis wound by quiet brown wisteria vines winter bare
he liked to choose one and follow its snaky path counting the bumps where buds would emerge and lengthen and purple
in the Spring
he was visiting
helping
for the time being
whatever that time being would be
he was ambivalent
his time being stood across the
TV tray from him
it didnt sit
it was as restless as he
it was a slight shade out of the
corner of his eye miffed that he wasnt moving around it knew that was his usual bent
he irritated it
baleful
if it had one iota of patience
that weight would have dragged it down
rather
it hung above the tile in midair
like a spider web hoping to snare him
then drag him away
wrapped and coiled
writhing like a python
and escaping together
0929, Thursday,
16 1. 20
1324, Sunday,
24 5. 20
Iggy Pop
Lust for Life https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuBU3pzy7is
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