one might think hed learn by now  that he shouldnt bother going to bed before threethirty four because when he does something lurking outside his periphery or in sleeps shadows lunges forward when he or his dreaming blinks and startles themwakes them whatever hes dreamed is still in his eyes  the concrete house outside Miami Thats not concrete thats coral The house is built of coral blocks a naked woman facing away from him lying on her belly in whowhose bed bedroom the wall is plateglass in a highrise lying on his back at night beside a fire and watching embers ash and smoke rise up into a brilliantstar scattered night he quit trying to find constellations it was an alien sky . . .

this morning awakened but not alarmed 

                                           Here we go again he mutters What now  

it wasnt like winning at television game show  the crowds OOHs and AAHs following placard instructions dazzling lights the trembling curtains anxiously waiting to partunfold like an experienced prostitute 

                                                                                             he was awake  he wasnt the type to get up out of bed warm some milk read a book or do a crossword puzzle  he went to bed to sleep and Dammit he was going to sleep 

                   he closes his eyes and watches the marbling darknessthe sparks like struck flint  surfs  sprinkling pinpointsdull and brilliant then gone  and inevitably his brain or mind or some oddball interior tenantself cozies up and talks  its never his voice or voices  I think  he didnt trust I thinkthey sensed it  I believe  now hes hooked  a belief system  thinking isnt a belief     

I believe . . .

 

                it was terrifying  maybe the beingthe voice was trying to chase him out of bedhave him retreat  it should have known better he didnt play their games  evidently being consciousawakened was its invite

Yadon yadon  Yare out of your fuckin mindyare offbase she didnt believe thatnot for a moment  Our circumstances unfortunately created the endgame we had to endure

the voicethe being argued that when his daughter selected him and her husband and sister to be her caretakers that she knew then theyd also be the coconspirators of her death

with interiorselves like that who needed enemies 

                                                  or for that matter  friends

reallyearly AM,  Reggae Friday,  26  12. 20

1126,  Twosday,  29  12. 20

Stones  Paint It Black  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmmCwSqNbl4