Whadafuck

             how did this one get by him 

Roxy Music

’73

In Every Dream Home a Heartache

obviously he wasnt as sharp as he thoughthe almost choked on his beer a third fortified beer on top a flittering butterfly-flight highOH MAN

                      the lyric blew past him like a Mack truck unaware he entered the crosswalk  the driver stoned or on his fucking cellphone 

                       hed rather be killed by a halfcocked driver than a cunt on their cellphone  but one doesnt get to make those choice  think of all the horseshit deaths people have suffered 

                                                                              although he could be convinced they may have m9ssed M9 best mate  better than an M8 mate or skipped those multiple-choice questions on their way wandering into life the questionnaire neatly tucked up inside that pretty blue cover

                                                                       blending right in with the background works  hed apologise if someone elses background was another colour  his was a metallic bit-deeper blue than babyblue  maybe it forecasted his eventual sex

                             Who knew  whos Who

the lyriche thought he heard it right Yahman  he caught it by its tail Inflatable doll/My role is to serve you

I bought you mail order/My plain wrapper baby/Your skin is like vinyl/The perfect companion/You float in my new pool/Deluxe and delightful/Inflatable doll/My role is to serve you/Disposable darling/Can’t throw you away now/Immortal and life size/My breath is inside you/I’ll dress you up daily/And keep you till death sighs/Inflatable doll/Lover ungrateful/I blew up your body/But you blew my mind

that shit was right up his alley

                                 it was possibly the bad habit he enjoyed  mortifying buddies on their birthdays before their parents family wives and children

                                         couldnt begin to say the number of times he ended up in the pool with the kids using her as a floaty  

the latter ones he gifted obviously couldnt be used in a pool  they were too damn evolved

                                                                                               guys bitchedmoaned whined spirited her out of the room  but they didnt ditch herdidnt give her to the kids

they shared the lingerie with their wives a little later

                                                      he wasnt one who could buy women clothing but he knew what lingerie their wives would look good in 

great tune

            he was happy he finally heard it no matter the many years later

626 better than 1826,  Saturday,  14  8. 21

1708,  Sunday,  15  8. 21

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4uzAADWe00 

Niia  Made for You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmS6FJKpEQI 

he watched through the Stellas windshield a Vette sunlight surfed on waves rushing madly for the rockyshore the CRASHING grateful for the cacophony happy they werent met by suckingsievesound as they squirreled up sandyshores their vocal cords cut

Would you mind? I really got to take this.

Got to

Got to.

Who

Cherese.

San Jose Asian

Amazing, yes, how do you remember?

he smiled waved him out the door

                                    Buhbye

he got out and walked away from the car  sought refuge behind a utility shack from the sound of the ocean

he could have answered via Bluetooth tell her hed call her right back and taken him furthur up the beach where homo sapiens of the opposite sex wandered in beachwear and swimsuits

for a guy who didnt talk on the phone he might be on it now twentyminuteshalfhour

                                                                                        at least he admittedconceded to talking that long 

he got out of Stella and wandered down to the rocks

it was a remote strand

looking up and down the coast there wasnt another human being a splash of colour to be seen traffic on US One hummed behind him

                       he crossed his fingers hed come across a sparkling mermaid cradled in a bed of seagrass  but likely shed be shy and not want to fuck in broad daylight he did some of his best fucking in broad daylight  that said he was compelled by intriguing lovers

                                         though he couldnt say if he found them or they found him

no matter he was grateful they had been grateful too

Nah no amorous beauty of the deep no oystersmell conchsmell no fishquiver he supposed one hadnt really lived if they hadnt fucked in the sea in its pulsing shoving  in the tug of its shimmering waves

 

from above he heard Come on, man!

                                       his buddy shouted down to him from the deep shoulder off the One  Let’s roll!

he hopped from broken rock to broken rock imagining the awesome jigsaw puzzle it would be if it were reverseengineered reassembling the ancient rockslabs reassemblingreconstituting myriad grains of sand to minute stones to crumbling cliff faces from whence they came

he was born millions of years too late

 

he slipped in saddled up inside Stella

                                         Cherese good 

She sounded good.

                    She unveiled a new aspect of herself.

Aspect

Yes.

     I didn’t see it coming; not with all her talk of tennis and golf.

What

Horses.

Shes a horsewoman

Evidently. Its her horses before tennis or golf.

Jesus

What are you Jesusing?

You fucking kidding me

What?

Yare willing to help with her horses

She only has two.

Brother Lemme remind you

Remind me? You think I need to reminded?

You do

Don’t tell me that.

Might wanna scratch some scabs man

Fuck you.

Ah don be desultory Yare full of shit

You have to say?

I do

Why?

Babe mucking aint fucking

4ish PM,  Reggae Friday – Friday the Thirteenth,  8. 21

1755,  Saturday,  14  8. 21

 

So what do you call your writing?

Mosaic

Why?

Bits and pieces tossedfused together as they capture an arrest my imagination

For example?

A pensee

I don’t know what a pensee is?

Either did I I liked the wordawfully close to penis to pen  to scribble scribe palimpsest  limp pensee limppenis 

A pensee is a thought or reflection put into literary form an since Bradbury suggestedRay challenged me for the hell of it Id id give it a go

The first line is the subject two syllables    

Awright

         Ill write Eldritch

Line two is a description four syllables

A betrayer

Third line is action seven syllables

Who slays with tactics and lust

Fourth line setting eight syllables

Comes up from behind through the woods

Line five final thought six syllables

Killing without remorse

 

Yasee that really hasnt a home

                                   But then is right at home in a mosaic

the ink is similar: 1350,  Thursday,  12  5. 11

1346,  Saturday,  14  8. 21