ON THE ROCKS

he scribbled it in black ink at the top of a pagecircling it the rest of the page was written in red ink 

                                                                                                        bits about javelins and boomerangs school of hard knocks thickcut pepperoni veggies and somebodys telephone number  he wrote the number but not their name

he wasnt curious either

                           weird shit always ended up on his pages

here  randomly  another page 

vascularity 

fistula

frank and beans 

                     he disregarded the franks because he found Bush’s Sweet Heat beans  

but he digressed

 

ON THE ROCKS

                   what was he talking about

where was Sherlock Holmes when you needed him 

wheres a cop when you really needed one

after his last couple run-ins with the police 

he wouldnt . . really need one

were cops getting dumber 

                            or maybe everyone was getting dumber

he struggled through grade school

he was convinced he didnt want to go to college

his folks werent having that

to shut their mouths he took a few classes and they all but confirmed in Aces that he didnt want anymore school

it and he had been a bad fit like a bad marriage held onto for the sake of the children

things that meant the most to him scholastically educationally he didnt learn in school and it seemed to him and he liberally shared it with anyone who asked school was like being pithed lobotomised blinkered 

                                                                                                     but when education and he  he realised  were in confluent  he smoked the instructor and then found himself dawdling in the principals or deans office accused of disrupting class

funny he always thought anyoneeven an educator continued to learn his education suggested not not given all the times he was reprimanded

he didnt shine often 

                      but when the game crossed into his field of play he played unrelentingly

he figured everyone had their playing fields playgrounds  grounded to the max and could be a bit of a prick about it

he listened to pricks if they knew what they were talking about

unfortunately most pricks didnt

fortunately he rarely met a prick who was a girl or woman

women had more going for them than being pricks so he naturally gravitated to their company 

                                                                                                     naturally

 

ON THE ROCKS 

                       too bad he couldnt recall what he meant  or what might be

 

apparently Monday,  19  10. 20

1234,  Thursday,  22  10. 20

 

he was twisting up a second joint 

                                     she was already blathering off the first                   

the grass was the shit and he rolled it fathitting his stride again like riding a bicycle

Youah youah really wanna hit a second

Fuck.  Yah.  in a thick Texas drawlthough she wasnt from Texas or had ever been

Awright I get it  Yawanna take the cow over the moon

The moon . . the moooo na

Hey Diddle Diddle

Cat. And the fiddle.  See? I ain’t too stoned.

Cant ever be too stoned  Aint like youll OD youll just drift with the tide an slide into sleep

I aint drifting anywhere . . .

You are

Whatcha talkin bout Willis?

Really Lets leave Diffrent Strokes to other folks

Maay be.

behind them played Electric Ladyland  theyd keep to Hendrix  he just changed out Are You Experienced 

he knew shed liked his records

 

Say we give it twentyminutes halfhour

Why?

Because were talkin  ya start in on something  anya go away from it   Then ya start something else

I’mm a . . thinking.

Bout which thought

Huh?

Yasaid you were thinking  I asked which  which were you thinking about  Thatthat ya started an fizzled out  or whatcha started new

 

That’s how I think when I'm high.

I follow I gotcha

Acc tually  I have two thoughtstwo kinds.

Im listening

Two.

Yasaid  An the little dog laughed

Huh?

To see such fun

Dog?

An the dish ran away with the spoon

Oooh. Yah.  I gotcha, the cat and the fiddle.

Hey Diddle Diddle 

                     Two thoughts  asya said 

Huh?

Yasaid two thoughtya have two thoughts

Ohyahright. Two.

Yasaid

Yes. I’ll elaborate . . this is some really good weed.

Thank you I save it for special occasions

Am I a special occasion?

You know you are

she wrinkled her nose she and her sister had the same kind of nosetheir mothers nose lucky girls to sidestep his beak

Thought I might be.

You are Fill me in on your thoughts

Yeesss ss. he didnt think it was a Texas snake

And

And . . two . thoughts. 

                         One's a javelin . . the other’s a boomerang.

Ah . . 

. . Yasee, doncha?

I do

The javelin’s gone, hurled it, it disappears into the sky. But, maybe, yah, no, yah, eventually, the boomerang comes back to me.

he tucked the second joint a real fattie into his shirt pocket

he stood up

sitting on the couch she weaved trying to stand up with him

Easy girl

Youah . . going somewhere?

Gimme a moment  I thought Id go look for one of your javelins while you wait here for a boomerang to return

Aww, Dad . . . you’re funny!

1241,  Monday,  19  10. 20

0012 or 1212, Thursday,  22  10. 20

The Dramatics  Whatcha See is Whatcha Get  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgG6SU8L-dI