he yelled

it reverberated through the housetickled the joists overhead that supported the second floor

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABY

maybe his yell pierced the thin veil between Life and Death Existence and Existence elsewhere  wherever that was

ghosts were able 

                 he was jealous 

he could admit that

this was the only time he would

he was jealous as a teenager once

walking home from the party that night he thought hard about it

at home he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror

he didnt like what he saw looking back at him

                                                 Cold Turkey

                                                               teenager  he dropped it

jealousy was uglyhe wanted no part of itYET he couldnt persuade himself not to be jealous of ghoststheir ability to go between spheres  to interact    Exist 

he hoped she heard him 

  he stood still

                       listened 

talking to himself  Maybe next year  

it was fortyfive years to the day 

                                   I love you baby

1012,  Saturday,  24  9. 22

West Side Story  Somewhere  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtwIFrtZ7ww

One Hand One Heart  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-caGMqve2Hw

he tried hard not to be that wayYaknow THAT way

he was patient 

               but No-such-thing-as-an-Absolute tried his patience for brevity NAh  no absolute

NAh goin down the rabbithole yet again 

What?

Do you listen to yourself when you talk or is there some kind of disassociationdisconnect that you cant hear yourself

Yare absolutely flying in the face of wha you insistdeclare you believe There are no exceptions manNONE

What did I say?

Wha did ya say  Yare in the midst of it

he stroked his chin NAh felt whiskers he could see on his face that NAh thought he had to shave

Hint You were tryin to advise me Must have forgot who you are talking to I do not like solicitationsnot crowdsource never keen on those who woud proselytize 

                                             Get down off your pulpit soapbox highhorse yare makin no inroads Ya know better than try I shoud think  If yare thinkin I woud think

Whenever you interrupt you throw me off.

So yare accusing me of makin ya forget wha the hell you were talkinbout Thas rich  I know  Ya just said . .

. . Then say. 

I gave you a hint  Absolute

That’s not a hintI said I don't remember.

a sigh began but he cut it off  You can always go pickup where you left off  Always Never Absolutes 

                                                                                                       Tha ships sailed 

You’re being stubborn.

    Or 

          You want me to make the mistake you made  I told you wasnt a good idea No  So ya made your bed  Had to sleep in it 

Does it ever occur to you that you’re inhumane.

Harsh Brutal  Yes   Serves my purpose

What the hell is your purpose?

   Tha no one wastes my time 

                                     Its finite 

if NAh was going to say something it caught in his throat

some time Day-between-Two-Ts afternoon,  21  9. 22

1240,  Saturday,  24  9. 22

E.S.T.  Leucocyte I.Ab Inito  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cy-riKbFIqE

she said her mothers sister

that was loadedhis mothers sister was his aunt 

                                                    she didnt say that       

offering his condolenceshe was still contending with recent griefs 

                                                                  it was water off a ducks back

a cool cucumber

tempted him 

              but he reined in relented

an airport terminal wasnt a place to interrogate her about her relationship with her recently deceased mothers  sister

despite his grating curiosity 

he recognised the tyranny of family

also recognised familial love

they were woven togethernot one without the other 

                                                    which was improbable

the possibility of Loving singularly was to enable it in spite of oneself

not his cup of tea

                 he did not make allowances for familydid not excuse themmake excuses for them

they had to hold their own with him as he made everyone else 

                                                                he as imperfect as they 

in his book no one was exceptional 

they were on the same flight to California

had the plane been on time they would not have engaged each other 

                                                                       inadvertently he fell into conversation the fella he flew with was an intractable gossip and if it werent for his blathering he wouldnt have known

as she went to stand to boardshe was flying First Class he stood offering again his condolences

she noddedwalked off exiting stage left 

cool cucumber

walking away he imagined her face in his eyes etched  lined    not happy 

he wondered if she ever smiled a day in her life

1600 approximately, Day-between-Two-Ts,  21  9. 22

0909,  Saturday,  24  9. 22

Burial  Ashtray Wasp  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VQSJ7Y41I0