2121 hours ya
gotta have something to say when its 2121 the day after a full moon a full
moon that rose over a ridge and split uprights made by a cluster of palms to
each side a moon that shone down through
the livingroom skylight on the bed he made a futon on a green unfinished concrete floor where he would sleep whenwhenever he did
he sat at the futons foot
finishing off a whisky that he poured earlier in the evening and hadnt been too
attentive of
it followed him
room to room as he moved restlessly through the house clinging to his hand forbidding him to set it down because if he
did he wouldnt remember where he set it
seemed the glass knew that better
than he
it vibrated like a slender struck
tuning fork more motion than sound
he had been absentminded of
late or appeared absentminded
if that aroused as an issue he
correctedquelled the assumption
he was distracted
he was frustrated
when he was
relievedwhen he wasnt the immediate caretaker restlessly he went through the house rarely outside if something went
awry he could come at a call a bark to sounds which no words were attached or
could be described in words
he admired the artwork hung in rooms books on shelves and stacked inside
bookcases books read reread unread waiting patiently their turn hopeful of their turn
hundreds of books
which paled in
comparison to his thousands
he told his girls when he died he
wasnt leaving them money – unless they sold off his first-class library his art vinylthe 78s 45s 33s they knew
where he stashed cash in the house but five grand in coins was backbreaking
he called it bait
that disturbed them
he spoke about it loosely wherever
he might be
that disturbed them
because he also said if he caught a robberrobbers in his
house they better kill him because they werent getting out alive hed put them up and have plenty for months
he teased Violaters will be cannibalised
it was looselybased on
handpainted signs he saw on barbedwire fences in Montana Trespassers Will Be Violated
he supposed his signhad he posted it might be considered more off-coloured still it made him laughnade him laugh uproariously
and that uproariousness his evident delight was his daughters unease
he didnt talk about the war their mother said when she met him after it he
worked as a carpenter a part-time butcher since he knew his way around meat she left that provisioning to him
he was a good cook too they split shifts in the kitchen which tickled them to be able to
lastly growing up ethnic he was raised on organmeat
when their distaste leveled
in their eyes -- they and their mother didnt eat them -- he teased Isnt that offal
when they were younger they thought he meant
awful
so the mention of
cannibalism compounded their worry he
said hed eat anything they took him at
his word
sitting at the foot of the futon it bathed in moonlight he remembered a fascinating redhead who were few and far between
he had a hard time recalling
when or where
thinking he would have thought that such rare occurrences
would have been fixed in his memory
almost funny he could remember names Giselle Rene her mother didnt care for the double-e
she wasnt Giselle
she wasnt Rene
she was Giselle Rene
how she introduced herselfhow they
met hazy but he always called her by her name which was a mouthful as was she
she was Frenchthe South of France she liked that he called her by her name it seemed she said Americans enjoyed
abbreviating butchering names nicknaming a despotic shorthand thought that they were oh-so-clever-an-cute
Giselle Rene
she was a witch
she said she was
who was he to doubt her
long darkred luxurious hair
she was dark-complexioned for a
redhead
but he hadnt met many
people from the South of France what did
he know
he didnt
so he shaddup
she had crystals placed throughout
her condo in corners under tables
bureaus on window ledges in lavatory sinks under her bed under the bed in the
spare bedroom-study
when the moon was full as it was this evening Giselle Rene gathered specific crystals
placed them on an ornate inlaid tray and cleansed them in the moonlight cleansing and empowering them
she also moonbathed naked
he made damn certain he timed
visits according to the full moon
which was probably why he thought of her tonight
he quietly turnedswished the
whisky in the crystal tumbler watched it move
like a circular wavewatched the moonlight play in it off it prismatic lines
reflecting mesmerising
he set the glass on the floor
after a deep sip
he laid on the futon under the
moonHA maybe the moonlight would cleanse
his rocks
he wondered where Giselle Rene
might be this evening
they enjoyed a torrid sexual
relationship obliging fuckbuddies
then parted like plate tectonics
he thought naturally
had she been more witchy she
might have kept him
2121, Sunday,
9 2. 20
1029, Twosday,
4 8. 20
The Hollies Witchy Woman https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Laqi_pfEo8
