slick

      hot bathwater with foaming Arnica & Epsomsalt

his body badly needed it 

                         knot his mind  it was mixed and silty with Datura   data by Datura  bitsanpieces  datumandata 

               yes    nicely stonedtripping

                watch where you step   

Alice fell through the Lookingglass  looking too closely

he  kept  things  in  perspective 

                                  rolled up a hill and used its overlook to see  a seer

sliick

      in the bath he felt like an otter slithering in whale oil  legit he knew an Inuit  or rather she was an Intuitivehe got confused  fusion  lit  was waitingwanting to go off 

she touched himfelt his skin                                                                                                

not this evening  but Once

                             a pleasant quivering candlelit memorymammary 

slick

pressed against his cheek

dimpled by a taut nipple

                        he felt like an eel taking a knee  submitting  he didnt usually submit  though tonight he felt he could  submit to himselfAdmit  to himself

Whosomeone was at the keyhole 

                               Why the bathroom door was openWhy peekpeer through its gloryhole a peeping Thomas  Action  Lady Godiva fingered her groom

the Intuitive fingered him as she gave him a blowjob 

kinda blew his mind but he went with it 

                                          Why wouldnt he she had slender articulate fingers painted canvases with them like intricatelyskillfully playing a piano 

                                                forte

he was too relaxed to moveto sit upsit forward and peerback at the eye on the other side of the door 

Let em look maybe theyd come away with an idea or two                 

maybe one of his roommates

vapours 

          ghosts who had tried but couldnt spook him because hed had prior relations

it seems he was receptive

                         had gracefully accepted the possibilityprobability that there was something on the otherside of the curtain of life or something parallel or existing with him in his space and time however nanoseconds ahead or trailing 

if it was a roommate an eye wouldnt look back at him

the doors to the house were locked

or he might have met the wandering eye of one of his imagined selves 

                                                                          Whadaya lookin at  What are you looking at? their diction betterthey didnt have his habit of a lazy lexicon they werent laconic

 

so he didnt look 

                an not looking he could make of it whatever he wanted he could close his eyes an see 

                                                                                                         an seeing is believing

 

her slender articulate fingers

he loved holding her handthey walked hand in hand everywhere 

                                                                   anif they had to let go immediately afterwards their hands sought each other like oppositecharged magnets

hed still be holding her hand

                               but she had to go  he had to let go   she was still there    somewhere

 

          ansometimes  like tonight    when he sought aid to find her

when he could do it on his own

he didnt want to spend the time looking for her

 

shed forgive him

I was impatient

You were impatient?  You lose your book? you’re hardly ever impatient.

 

I wanted badly to see you

You . . sweet talker. Ah, but you always had such a sweet mouth. 

                                                                      Now what?

Whatever we want babe whatever we want

 

the beeswax candle on the back of the toilet ran circles around them

 

1959,  Reggae Friday,  11  12. 20

2034,  Saturday,  12  12. 20