words played with him

                          they were schoolground playmates who chummedround in the dirt and woodchips swanghigh on the swing set collapsed its chains did not fall  they hurled themselves down the slides leaptup onto the steelbar jungleggyms and went around and through it like spidermonkeys  to see what they could get away with 

                                                                                                                or not

tumult  a dandy fat word 

                             tumultuous

tumult 

         tubbulbous occurred to him Thas not a word  It is  Tumultloving Tumultamorous Those arent words either To me they are  Ya know wha they mean evenif they arent proper arent  stuck inside dictionaries 

                                                                                                   dictionaries ought to spread their wingsthrow wideopen their doors embracehug enthusiasm  squeeze enthusiasticenthusiasts Gesundheit tight   Gott schutze dich

he wasnt troubled admitting they werent officially words 

                                                             but if they could find their way come out of him

he could print them

 

   why not

tumult tickled him 

                    whenever he read it his mind would challenge him  Think you can do this  and catapulted itself from the swing  stuck its heels in the woodchips but landed hard on its ass  that meant splinters  No Do you mean like this  he missed the landing too   more splinters

tumult  read turgid

tumult  read turbid

tumult  read torpid

                              they loved what it prompted

no fucking idea – this year sometime

2035,  Sunday,  15  10. 23