18.2.22



she was a no-nonsense kinda gal

he wanted to get into her pants

he had wanted to get into her pants even before he realeyesed how much they had in common 

they often were ridiculous at the coffeehouse where they were introduced
                                                                             discreetly he had went between tables interruptingasking complete strangers if they knew the attractive woman sitting at a table near the piano

they did not
              although a young woman entering the shop after him overheard him  she said she did Buy me a coffee?  
Definitely

she said what she liked 

shed take a table and wait for him

when he returned to the room she was sitting at the table by the piano with the woman he wanted an introduction to

he walked up

Excuse me he said to the woman he bought the coffee for  Ah . I . . he didnt know her namehadnt asked . I believe . . your coffee

Yes, thank you, if you wouldn’t mind setting it down, please.

he did

she took a sip and returned to the book she was readingstudying  virtually excused him

      Jesus
               Bought in hook line and sinker

he turned to pants
                     When I walked in I couldnt help but notice ya . .
. . I noticed.

You  Noticed

You.  Blind.

I am Whas your name he extended his hand to her Its not often people guess my name thoughactually its Very . Very Blind

she laughed though seemed to in spite of herself she didnt cover her mouthhe liked that had deep dimples he really wanted to get into her pants
                      taking his hand I really shouldn’t, my mother told me not to talk to strangers.

Ya oughta though Im more than a stranger
                                              Unlikely youll ever meet anyone stranger than me

her laughter piqued impossibly her dimples grew deeper
                                                            collecting herselfstill holding his hand That line work for you?
Donknow  Did it


it did



her name was Eniiyi she said it meant integrity

he said Im Joe paraphrased a line from Pulp Fiction American names dont mean anything 

 

getting to know her better

getting into her pants 

he knocked her out when he admitted it
                                           That’s funny!when we met I was thinking I wanted to get into yours. 
she was a tease 

he knew two distinct things about her

she was black

she was blunt
                  he went back an forth between them
black an blunt

blunt an black

Are you doing that thing again?

I am

Make a decision put it to bed or I’ll beat you black and blue.


Eniiyi
        black an blunt
2234,  Saturday,  12  2. 22
1106,  ReggaeFriday,  18  2. 22


well probably aint going to Disneyland this time around remember BushCheneys Wet Dreamtheir unmitigated lies an Crap
     he knew it then 

this bit will be set
                  yanked up in between jawsbetween teeth
hardwood heels dug deep in between ribs


Know any good dirges
                          humanUnkinds continued insouciant idiocy
2029,  ReggaeFriday,  18  2. 22


confounded him
                tucked in a paperback The Final Country by James Crumley he found a piece of folded bluelined notebook paper

the paper itself wasnt the culprit
                                  he forever folded paper and placed it at the back of books in case something occurred to him as he walkedread so he could capturepen it and later elaborate  he also dated and timed it

what confounded himbecause he rarely did it was a list he committed to the page

celery
garlic
chicken bouillon
cans – catfud

as a bookmark he used a receipt from MINER’S ACE HARDWARE  6/24/13  4:41PM for 2 HOOK ANGLE FORGED 12”  TOTAL  $19.33 he paid CASH

that may have been the last list he ever made

since he has depended upon his memory to recall items he shopped for

if he forgot something its happened thats on him  he held himself accountable

the grocer was only a mile an a half off
                                        he could walk backhe refused to drive  he purchased provisions only for himself so the canvas sack slung over his shoulder was eminently capable of holding two meals that typically provided leftovers
      
  still
      confoundedshocked   he was flummoxed he had actually made a list in Twothousandthirteen

he held himself to a high standard

figuring when he got older he wanted to maintainkeep greased the coils of his brain with hot percolating oils  

1009,  Thursday,  17  2. 22
1741,  Thursday,  17  2. 22
Elvin Jones & Richard Davis  Summertime  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tC1PzuBiduA