he was a manchild a minimalist informed by small  the components that madeup living he thought Life but they were different

         the little things that badgered and bitchedforced their way in  swellingdistorting themselves like blowfish to attract his  wandering   attention

as a kid adults his parents teachers relations worried about his lack of focusPAY ATTENTION! 

he was not not paying attention 

                                 they failed to realise their competition with the small thingssometimes animate  tender parts of what he named mosaic 

                                 sugar bowls and shotglasses beef jerky and trees bark bees hummingbirds shadows of falling leaves creek eddies birds soundlessly soaring overhead which caused him pause to watch minutes on end imagining what it looked like from their height or what they were looking at  and that at altitude most things appeared small to them 

               thenagain  recognising their kinship

0843,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  11  1. 23

Sergio Mendes & Brasil ’66  Look Around  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1hDw8vsl2E 

Prazier Adieu  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFz9n_ZfQJ8

   At first I was troubled  keenly troubled thamebbe  mebbe I was stuck in a rut   Then thinkin hardthinkin it through I was definitely  okay   where I was

                                           Worse places to be

Worse than a rut? are you kiddin’ me?

her crystalblue eyes were devastating he  couldntwouldnt lie to her 

                                                                           Nah ya know me better

I woudnt kid you

Well . you’re a better man than . .

. . Thankgoodness  Youd make a lousy man 

                                                 he chuckled  

she shook her headshaking off his interruptionhis compliment 

                                                                 Whenever finding myself in a rut I ‘bout go nutsobsessing how to get at it, lose it.

Your ruts are ugly

Ugggly 

         Yours aren’t?

Sometimes most of the time  But this ones different it appeals to me unlike any before  Rut

                                                                                                 From Latin from Old French late Middle English  rugitus   from rugire to roar 

                                                         I know 

I looked it up

amused her head worked slowly side to side   she smiled 

                                                                You’re strange . so strange.

   But your kind of strange

still smiling 

               Definitely. 

You’re okay? I can’t help you . . with your . rut?

My rut   No 

               he couldntwouldnt lie to her 

                                              he cleared his throat  My rut  first was sexualextraordinarily sexual crazy sexual an has grown into love Ive fallen in love    With you 

fuckin poker face

he couldnt read her 

Wanna throw a dog a bone

she hadnt hid her smiles dimples laughter behind her hand before 

                                                                      I love rutting with you  Wanna bone a blueeyed bitch

333preferred to 1533,  Twosday,  10  1. 23

906preferred to 2106,  Twosday

Fleetwood Mac  Woman of a Thousand Years  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQYHFWGXeDk 

Rush  Vital Signs  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R56qgreCRhQ