8.1.21

 

he had just sat downstretched outfire in the fireplace a whisky in hand admiring the caramelhoney colouredfacets flicker in the crystal tumbler like a lizards tongue Christ whahe would do with a tongue like thatwith a mammalian brain a mammalian brain  not a reptilian entrylevel basemodel writhingcircuitry eat or be eatenOhshit hed eat anbet his fuckin life hed eat s l  o  w   l   
                                                                          the telephone rang

if anyone wanted to reach him at night theyd have to call his home number 

few had his cell 
                 aneven fewer reached it because it wasnt On he likened it to the phone booth that he an Superman shared 
         an on occasion he made the Man of Steel bend
Sorry Clark cantya see Im talkin here Pretend were at the gym Get naked I aint watchin I have no latent homosexual tendencies Yaint got titsno pussy Yaint no attraction for me

Ouch Supermans feelings were hurt he wasafter all  the Man of Steel

Nah Truly fiercely blindly heterosexual 
                                          half the time he shared it with him he worried that Clark wasnt coming out of a telephone booth  rather a closet

 

he didnt have Caller ID

theyd say who they were or hangup

even if he knew who they were was no guarantee hed pickup

a nice fire a crystal tumbler of Irishscratching his balls is hard to overcome

Hey . . .


Hey, I’m in town . . a couple of days . . .

I’m in town an I thought it’d be nice to see you.

he pickedup 
             For wha 

OH.  Hi.

For wha

 

You haven’t a hello for me?

You didnt have a goodbye for me 


Ouch.

Nahstop that didnt hurt  I was thoroughly disappointed 
                                                             But yanever cease to surprise me


I didn’t know how to say goo . . 
. . Easy  Goodbye 
                    Fuckin children say goodbye when they leave Yatellin me a kids got something on you

I . .
. . A kid 


You're not being pleasant.

You didnt say  sound  at all 
                                  Yare in town 


Yes.  I am.

 

Your dime

I’m in town.

 

And 


I thought maybe we could have dinner. A drink. A drink, drinks . . and dinner.

Onya  Yah

 

I thought it’d be nice to see you.

Might not be a good idea

You don’t want to se . . 
. . I didnt say that  I said it might not be a good idea

Okay. Do you want to see me?

Well see  Where you at

Staying at Sycamore.

Sycamore 
            Really pluckin heartstrings

Am I?

Like I aint got a heart

 

Talking the way you are I’m not sure.

Talking 
         Yawanna tell me the last time we talked   Ya remember

I do 



No. I don’t remember.

Thats good to know  Mebbe yawanna think 
                                               Ill ask at the desk an call ya

Okay.

Tomorrow  Seven

Not tonight?

I ate  I got a drink

Oh.

Save the pain in your voice Save it for tomorrowpossibly  he was running a scenario in his headhed wear a belt tomorrow or maybe hed blow her off 
                                          It had been years 


So you’ll come to the hotel?  Tomorrow?

Im thinkin on it 
                  I mean drinks and dinner on you  Mebbe whaelse Ill exact 
Extract?

Exact  Ill take not extract 


I . .

Tomorrow Ill call  Night 
                          he hungup  he was feeling like Bogart in Casablanca
Poor po stupid Rick

 

if he went it wasnt going to be romantic
 
0110,  Sunday,  3  1. 21
1313,  Reggae Friday,  8  1. 20 

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