8.10.21

 

whas one supposed to do

he had walked up on a clutch of five sixseven people  men  women
                                                                         a gal said plump glowing skin
he almost swallowed his tongue
heads bobbed in agreement
he wondered what the preamble had been
                                             wha plump glowing flesh
he took a sip of his Irish whisky neat
                                         Excuse me Im Joe hello everyone they nodded to himtheir nods distinctly different than their bobbles You said plump glowing skin

Yes. the woman who said it replied

Your plump glowing skin or someone elses

Mine, everyones.

Areya making a cosmetic pitch something you overheard a friends remark

No, not necessarily, but yes mine, and other’s if they wish.

Yamean I could get my hands on this plump glowing flesh

Flesh?

Flesh

Plump glowing skin . . skin.


I see  Aw nevermind
                       I imagined something else entirely different  he excused himself walked away from the group fingers crossed a seed or seeds planted
the women were attractive

 

later that evening as the party began to winnow out  Er, ah, excuse me Joe . .

it was the woman in the collective who described the plump skin 
                                                                     Yes
she smiled warmly he might say enchantingly
                                                    You said you imagined something else entirely different.

I did


Is that something . ah . . we could . . . explore?

Id love to

suddenlyhoarse Lemme get my coat.

he watched her walk away
                             she was every bit attractive walking away as she came

2303,  Thursday,  7  10. 21
1239,  ReggaeFriday,  8  10. 21
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   Airbnb
           his kids teased himcalled him lame  he called it r-b-n-b   Air makes no fuckin sense unless were renting a dirigible   Dirigible. Who says dirigible anymore?   Yajust heard it come out of my mouth   Jeez, Dad.

the kids gotta complicate his life
                                 he liked seedy motels  they liked glam they liked room service on-site salon restaurants wanted to treat themselves to pedicures manicuresdidnt cure a damn thing   Pretty. he wasnt a fan
the Airbnb was a compromise


he told them two months earlier he didnt want to be anywhere but in a bar at the bar this Sunday  Bears would be playing in the Championship game

they made the plans anyway

Say ole man
             not old man ole man  You want to catch the game you’re gonna have to get it on the screen.  that was cruel  they made it seem like an incentive  him making the machinethe shit work
he didnt own one 
                   the Airbnb had an enormous flat screen  a 22inch diagonal was plenty for him   That’s because you don’t entertain.   I throw barbecues  We sit outside under the stars and yap  Who the hell wants to be inside if they don have to be

they arrived on a Thursday

the flat screen remained dark and mute
                                          kids werent tipping their hand  he could figure it outhe wasnt a stupid man
No Im an uninterested man   Your interest will grow. they played board games

Friday mute
              they built a thousand-piece Van Gogh puzzle

Saturday
           they went out for nice dinner and took in a late movie The Little Things at an Art Deco cinema

Sunday his kids wouldnt know Frankie Laines Never Come Sunday  It’s on you, Dad. We’re off to pickup some donuts, make the coffee would you, please?
                                  they left him to his devises
Fuck
       theyd let him hang himself they werent Bears fans 
hed have to find the damn remotes first

thankgawd they didnt hide them on himthat would have sent him over the moon hed walk to some distant bar to catch the game he might still do that

how hard could it be  they could do it

but he was an eidget with technology

they had a hate – hate relationship

whenever he told someone that they corrected him  It’s a love -- hate relationship.       

No I hate it it hates me

his kids would know Brigitte Bardots Contact either 


he took a deep breath  and dove in

 

when they returned with a dozenplus sweet rolls something with nutspecans and donuts he had the coffee on the flat screen On
           on the 65inch was a scintillating image of a womans torsoshe was on her back  natural large breasts  glitter sparkled in light honeycoloured oil that rolled down off her throatswept across her naked body accentuated with psychedelic coloured lighting  strobe
                                       music was synched with the films ardor  she had a fantastic body  she began writhingturning on one hip then the other then slipped like an eel onto her bellyon her knees ass sashaying breasts compressedsqueezeddown then tasteful merge shots overlays of her from below the sides abovebeforebehind exquisitely edited  sexual art
                   sipping black coffee he burned his tongue
Jesus, Dad!  was the chorus


hes heard it said  If it wasnt for bad luck Id have no luck at all

he believed if it wasnt for dumb luck hed have no luck at all


he missed the opening kickoff 
          
2311,  Thursday,  7  10. 21
1134,  ReggaeFriday,  8  10. 21
Frankie Laine  Never Come Sunday  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ifUTPy7Ats
Ray Charles  If It Wasn’t for Bad Luck  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AodHdQ4O_U 
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