pompously he pronounced cellar
door phonaesthetics yaknow euphony fingered as such by JRR Tolkien CS
Lewis also Edgar Allan Poe not EA Poe perhaps because he was an American writer
a supposition HA
a suppository an insertion Keep
movinkeep movin stand around an theyll get you anal-ysts if he couldnt clarify
who they were he wouldnt use the pronoun
unlike others
pompousness evaporated hed use wha he scribbled first basement door
actually there were two basement
doors at the top of the steps one opened
into the hallway upstairs the other swung
into the basement
they were hinged on the same side
there was a couplethree inches of
dead spacedead air between them
usually the door at the top of
the basement steps remained open that
threshold was probably a metre deep he didnt know this so he thought to
share it a metre is defined currently as
the length of the path traveled by light in a vacuum in a second the dictionary told him so will wonders
never cease
that the threshold was deep stop
the young and the elderly from falling headlong down the harsh wood steps
when he was a boy his father went
down a flight of steps that were like
a broken collarbone concussion
split scalp
he got down the steps to him
first
he thought he was dead
Hey,
boy.
Hiya Dad
I
ain’t dead?
Dead men tell no tales
Stop, I’m the comedian in the family.
Yes though apparently pratfalls are your expertise
You can have them
Fuck. Ouch.
phonaesthetics it was probably the only time he ever heard his father say Fuck
I heard ya
Don’t repeat
it.
I wont
I mean
it.
I know you do
Though aint a lot
you can do about it now if I did Eh
OUCH. I think the
adrenaline is wearing thin.
Can you move
I think if I wanted to I could shit in my
pants hed heard his father use shit
before And you can also keep that in your
hat, boy; best get your brother to help me up and your mother. If I have to
suffer her tonguelashing Id rather do it while the adrenaline spigot is still
spouting.
I dig
You and your beatnik expressions, I should have taken away every book
you brought into the house; that’s your mother’s fault.
he didnt know why there were two basement
doors at the head of the stairs
it wasnt his house
it was always nice to inhabit the
places he found himself dreamed into like a spook or ghost or godName of the Father the Son the Holy Ghost
he could be a trio a trinity if he wished
he could be morehe was more
sometimes he was troublingly more
this could be considered breaking
and entering
hed done that in real life
not in its criminal sense
in its justice sense
in its Fuck with me
an Ill fuck with you notice the anal-ystsense fuck with me an Ill
he didnt apologise to his father
for using fuck although hearing it his
fathers eyes tended to flutter or roll
Its in
the dictionary Dad
I should have taken away every
book you brought into the house; that’s your mother’s fault.
0744, Thursday,
25 3. 21
1456, Saturday,
27 3. 21
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