16.12.22


it was a curious pry bar hackingbreaking intocrumbling the fascade of his dreams 
                                                                                       they threw their hands upwere usually formidablerefused incursionsinterlopers  however watching from afar his dreaming-self scratched his noggin they were conceding  allowing accessbeing pliable he rarely saw them afford that they gave something consideration
               he tuned in  listened
wasnt one to eavesdrop

he heard a recurringechoing line
                                     stale pale pink stick of gum 
suddenlywoke
               wasnt dreaming no mo
a kid again
             TOPPS gum 
baseball trading cards

likely they knew they werent enticing or inducing him with the gum
                                                                        hed openunfold the wrapper break the gum into bits stuff them in his mouth pretend it was plugwhat was plug  pretend a spitting pitcher on the mound concentrating shaking his head no or nodding at handsignals from his catcher 
                                                  the gum dispatched hed suck in a breath as he turned to the thrill of discovering what five cards he purchased blind  he couldnt remember a time after collecting for a bit he again got five new cards  often one rare two he hadnt collected 
                                                       his baseball cards
he wondered when his mom threw them away

maybe it was around the same time she caught him with Playboys 
                                                                       loosely  1 Corinthians 13 verse 11 
I put away childish things when I became an ejaculating boy 
she ditched them 

he didnt know when but he didnt miss them 
                                                 at least not until now didnt know then that his mother didnt have his back 


   stale pale pink stick of gum  phonaesthetic 
                                                 Tolkien Watch your skinnyass Im comin for you
his dreaming-self humouring him

his dreamed-self blinkedfretted 
                                 Where did my flooded front yard go the sod green grown long swaying like seaweed under the glass of the surface white black-polkadotted pufferfish swelled like balloonswinked at him How long can you hold your breath, boy? fuckin puffers  hold his breath  they werent holding their breaths how stupid did they think he was  his mother only found an occasional Playboy  misdirection his treasure-trove remained safe out of harms way

stale pale pink stick of gum

   he  his twilight crew concurred

dreams were cool too

each and all on the same page

prior to 0700,  Reggaefriday,  16  12. 22
0636preferred to 1836,  Reggaefriday


Don touch me with those cold hands 
                                        his cock making demands
he reachedNO  I said don touch me
irritated  Whos running the show
I am don touch me  
                    Run some hot water over your handswash them  you know you don like cold hands anymore than I do
        there was that
it wasnt like he was going to masturbate
had to take a leak

might suppose he wasnt taking anothers feelings into account 
                                                                   was his cock another 
it winked at him 
                   Evidently he muttered

he ran the cold out of the hot water spigot into the turquoise tin pail beside the commode that he used for trash which hardly existed   it was only he 

hed take it outside later and water AWe a wisteria he raised from seeds his daughter shared with him from her plant he hoped in ten years itd flourishrun up the cedarplanked fence to a metal strut that helped standup the carport and spread a canopy on the roofs panels
   
2229,  Day-between-Two-Ts, 14  12. 22
1306,  Thursday,  15  12. 22


shivering is a form of exercise
                               why woudnt he emulate his ancestors who hadnt modern utilities  electricity gas plumbing heat   whose constitution was superior

his thermostats job was simple register the house temperature he was usually able to guess a game he played  entertainment  guessed temp within three degrees 
                                                    his fortune  he lived in temperate California  it didnt get too hot or too cold  call him Goldilocks 


a buddy didnt like to shiver 
                              You’ll turn the heat on for me, yeah?
I don turn it on for me  No 
                           Wear or bring layers not tha cold many things to him were matters of the mind Ifya don mind it don matter  he wouldve been an excellent Catholic if he stuck with it

It’s cold, man.

Quit whining  Let it penetrate youll find its not as cold as you think

he could see the look he was giving him on the other end of the line telegraphed what was coming thought he wasnt transparent  hed let him whine rather than say for him undercut him 
                                                                  You do you, I’ll do me.
Yes  asya say 
                Ifya come prepare to shiver


Think I’ll stay put.

Suit yourself 

   later he shivered a while  but it passed   

2329,  Thursday,  15  12. 22
1139,  Reggaefriday,  16  12. 22