full-fledged films had invaded
his dreamspace
as the end credits rolled he read
his name on the big screen as writer and director cinematographer stunt credits
two back to back
he was running
out of popcorn and Pepsi
Wha this shit about he wondered when he woke
he
didnt leap from bed when waking he
rolled onto his left side and looking out the window enjoying the savage hummingbirds
wheelingthrowing their shadows on the dirty windows he
had to clean them but he liked that the
birds shadows were more distinct cast on dust he enjoyed their arresting iridescence when
they finally conceded they were hungry and devised an uneasy truce to feed
with the aerial dogfight tamed he
rolled onto his backmade sure his cock was still therewhich was always a comfortwhich
always made his morning black cup of Joe tastier
usually when finished confirming he
remained intact one or two or four or all five cats bounded up onto the bed to
confirm Hey man whadafuck Were
hungry
he smacked his lips at them and they had learned to smack their lips
back few guys could boast they were accustom to waking up
to more than one pussy
he refused to elaborate
he wasnt a kiss n tell kinda guy
keeping pussy happy was his
first priority
second was the pussies outside
nearly beating down his door they were
four
third priority was making
freshground coffee and while it brewed in a simple Proctor Silex maker he
washed up the cat dishes and looked into the cupboard and refrigerator
vegetable crispers and freezer to figure out what hed make for dinner that night
his daughter was a fisherwoman and she
bartered with other fishers so he also had an array of frozen wild fish to
choose
he was good in the kitchen
when he was a boy and protested
about doing laundry ironing mending clothessewing on buttons cooking his Maw tersely saidhed never
forget If you think I’m letting you out
of this house to be a bum for some woman to have to take care of, you’re out of your
freaking mind.
it hurt that she called him a bum
did a bum the oldest of eight change
diapers from the fourth on down
he
didnt think so he was the least bumish
of any of his siblings
when he skated on the Nam Drafthe shared Muhammad Alis I ain’t got no
quarrel with them Vietcong he went
cross-country with sixthousand in bill rolls he made cutting lawns raking
leaves shoveling snow and most
lucrative babysitting babies neighbours dug having a young boy watching their
kids and touted him to their friends He can
even cook them dinner if you leave him ingredients.
Bum In a pigs eye
in his eyes a cinematic invasion of his dreamspace Fuck
at least they werent poor more dramatic than hed ever consciously
contemplatehe was simple
more characters plot lines and intrigues than
he thought hed want to juggle less
violent than hed livedone writes what they know
he dug the camera anglesthe
cinematography lighting sound
they did seem like something hed produce
he was grateful the third nightlast
night it wasnt a reel-to-reel he usual episodic blackbreak between no commercials next utterly disconnected episode
he did dig the
busty brunette in a red and ivory cross-striped sweater pulling down on its hem she asked him if it made her breasts look too big
Compared to what
she laughed gaylyshe didnt cover her
mouth lotsa straight
pearlywhites to be eaten by
Silly! Compared to me.
Lets see Lift your sweater briefly
she grinned
it was a tight sweater
she crossed her armshands at the
hem and tugged and wiggled sighed tugged and pulled and finally got it up over her
braless breasts
Nah Yare sweater doesnt make your breasts look bigger
than they are
Get real!
it was his dream
AM, Reggae Friday, 16 10.
20
1339, Saturday,
17 10. 20
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