made him blue yesterday 

gently pushed his buttons turned down his dials

   quieted  his mechanisms

wetted his flameAries don like being wetted against their will 

                                                                he had to concedeif he were honest hed been taken off his game

this might be the stuff one takes into confession

                                                not that theyve done something wrong had sinnedNo just needed to get it off their chest share it

over the past couple of days he watched a documentary and heard tapes of Marilyn Monroes voice

he and she went back a long time

                                  first Playboy he ever got his hands on as a boy was the December first issue 1953  Marilyn graced the centerfold

he knew he liked girlshe really liked Marilyn

                                                then that was fortified a black an white televised Sunday Matinee  a broadcast of Some Like it Hot  light effervescence Marilyn exuded it  he remembered looking around to room at his parents brothers sisters friends who had stopped specifically to watch the movie  a classic they said theyd seen it when it was first released in theaters in ’54

                                          he wondered if they saw what he was seeing 

furtivelybriefly he spied them while Marilyn was on screen they didnt seem to

                                                                                      he reallyreally liked her

in his early twenties he had a dream he made love to her

                                                              to this day he can close his eyes and see the dream fresh as cream rouged like a pinched cheek red as a handprint after a crack on the ass

                                                                                   it was a story beginning to end they met in a soda shop palegreen appliances harshwhite tiles shiny metal darkred upholstered swivelstools bolted to the floor

they shared a chocolate malted sipped it through red and white striped straws the whipped cream was cold giggling shed take dollops of it with her finger shared with him  a brilliant red cherry was on top

                                                                                             they walked in the dark on a city street to her apartment went up three flights of silent carpeted steps slowly undressed each other laid on her freshlaundered bed

they were eagerrolled tussled went back and forth laughed breathed heavy then she was on top of him she leaned down kissed him her hair across his face

                                             he whispered Marilyn, you’re dead. 

she smiled beautifullyplayfully 

                                 Does it matter?

  it did not

                 sometime during the night exhausted they collapsed into sleep 

                                                                                     he woke beside her in the morning didnt disturb her he watched her sleep admired her face her body

       on a tape Marilyn asked 

                                   Happiness, does anyone know that?

evening,  ReggaeFriday,  29  4. 22

1229,  Monday,  2  5. 22

Eddie Higgins Trio  Begin the Beguine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc6iJswVnUc