he could feel hot flames of fire roaring at his back the shitthe humanity hes found inside used books hes bought or lifted

                                                                                                                    to be fair

theyre esoteric out-of-print out o line o sight

not just bookstores

friends 

easy

seemed no interest other than filling space he had room in his head 

that worked

was effortlessly

                     because

its been his experience

not paying attention to

the most attractivemost desirable woman in a room                                

several have picked him up

a book hasnt legs

hes forced to take the initiative

so an after demonstrable mark of time

                                           Adios

if discovered

shamelessly hed admit his guilt

Hasnt. Happened. Yet.

a silver certificate

he checked

            worth upwards of threehunreddollars

but better a bookmarker

ticket stub Chicagos Aragon Ballroom Louis Armstrong

unfurled Cuban Partagas Lusitanias cigar ring

on a slender piece of paper a childs drawing on the reverse side opposite the objects written in faded pencil  a pickle a worm they looked an awful alot alike a hole “a house fell into it”

an emptied Alaskan Bush Company matchbook  

postcards Eros A Pompeii Bran Castle Transylvania Manatee Florida Seattles Edgewater Hotel

his favourite yet a yellowed Brownie snapshot  a fine proportioned blindfolded naked woman coyly spreading her legs

   he likes to think an adventurous couples playtime  nothings written on it

2250,  Saturday,  26  8. 23

1011,  Sunday,  27  8. 23

Eric Burton & War  Spill the Wine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6qcafgLHe4