What are you doing?

                       he had walked up behind his brotherinlaw who stood in the middle of a parking lot  he didnt seem to recognise his approach despite his right foot that was badly broken as a boy and didnt heal right  it flopped

Whasit look like Im doin 

                           evidently he was aware

Standing there.  Could get your ass runover.

Id make a bundle

he cringed he knew his brotherinlaw was always willing to take a beating maybe its in their bloodthose born in Chicago  back East  school-of-hard-knocks hardheaded 

                                                            What are you doing?

Im watching the leaves fall Autumns coming  Californias seasons are subtle

Fire season?

Fire aint a season if Maw Nature divines it it should burn southern states floodlashed by hurricanes  tornadoes tearing up the alley

Alley?

Lemme think Texasno loss Oklahoma 1921 no lossKansas South Dakota   aahIowa  Think Nebraskayah  Annnn ann  thats itNo  believe Louisiana also 

                                          Be fun chasing those spinning skirts

Skirts?

Herricanes whorenadoes  Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned Or more succinctly Maw Nature scorned  We deserve every lash she wants to dispense 

                                             Do I hear an Amen

his brotherinlaw wasnt being rhetorical

he didnt say it to humour him

                                AMEN! despite his brotherinlaw being a funny guy told the best stories

THERE

What?

Ya missed it

Missed what?

he cleared the irritation from his throat The falling leaf

he wanted to say Where but that would bend himhed turn and say Ya stupid so he didnt ask Where 

                                                                                                            I missed it.

There havent been many I love they way they turn 

                                                       Kindalike a virgin youve made standing in the lighted doorway of her house at night turning lingering waving to you before she goes in  going in very different than when she came out earlier that evening

 

Wow. I really missed it.

Hmm

Hmm?

Yah Hmm

I never turned a virgin.

Ive turned threethe first was the best 

                                        She turned me too

he thought Fuckin guy. 

                        So. You about ready to leave?

Yes  Leave 

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1144,  Reggae Friday,  25  9. 20

The Byrds  Turn! Turn! Turn!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVOJla2vYx8

 

Down there

Yes.

      It is part of your punishment. You have to go down there.  GO.

                                                                         he spoke with harsh authority 

he usually didnt acquiesce to authority

he must have known 

                       the men behind him menacedthreatened him with strong arms and hands knotted around horsehair and porcupine needle whips that made him anxious 

                                                                   and not in the way he usually thought of anxious

he went

the descent was a slightly vertiginous he wasnt affected by acrophobia 

                                                                             necrophilia possibly affected him more  Please Marilyn no  this might be wrong   Wrong? Why? What could possibly be wrong with us making love?  Youre dead   I seem pretty lively; I respond enthusiastically to your touch, your cock, you make me wet.  Yesyes You are  What can be wrong with that? It’s your dream. 

                                                   she made a goodan excellent point

the smooth marble chute ran down to a gutter 

the stone was dull not slick

                                barefooted he was able to descend without much trouble

at the foot of the chute where it elegantly joined the gutter or trough kneeled an old woman she was not particularly well-preservedshe wasnt dead rather she hadnt appeared to age well she wore a large illfitting blueplaid flannel the shirttail in front hung in the gutter she wore paleblue work jeans she plucked turds from small stagnant puddles and played with them asif they were Lincoln Logs 

                                                 maybe as a child she had

he spoke to her  

                 Yaought to stop messing around there Stop  

she looked up to him her faceat the edges of her mouth were smears

Please stop maam  Wha your doing isnt healthy 

she didnt look inquisitive or seem to understand him

                                                        she remained quiet blind as only a 30s40s German might then casually returned to her labourher fetching and building she was content

he stood straddling the trough 

                                 a soft ambercoloured light descended from the ceiling bleeding through the stone asif it was translucent or asif the light itself emanated in the raggedlychiseled stone overhead 

if this is Hell he thought it wasnt imagined by Hieronymus Bosch 

                                                                      or perhaps Bosch his hands amputated eyes put out

smearing raggedly  like the feeble old woman

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