she mumbled 

he heard 

          I know baby I know he didnt know like she did  had he theyd both be in there 

she mumbled it again

he knew 

         however to admitconfirm it would exposehave him walking the street in broad daylight 

he was looking for a gangway alley dirt path founded by animalsanything to take him awayto obfuscate  duck into if only to buy him five minuteshafhour

No no she moaned I donwanna be here I want out I want out  I want out

 

   she wasnt talking about the hospital 

he knew that 

             he was trying lies on to comfort himself     she wanted out of the hospital 

I want out

I want out I want out 

                       froth on top the saliva he wiped from her lips

knowing her shed manage

perhaps not to her plan

but shed manage 

   she did

“ . . . general vacuity aside there seems to be a ceiling to well-being. My guess is that you can only be so happy. While there seems to be no floor to sorrow. Each deeper misery being a state heretofore unimagined. Each suggestive of worse to come.”  Stella Maris  Cormac McCarthy

1PMish preferred,  Sunday,  15  1. 23

Robbie Nevell  C’est La Vie  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGtf9QfITQw 

 

   Really?  he didnt even try to hide his rolling eyes

which humoured him 

                 Yesreally  You know of the cloth Im cut 

I hope they threwaway the damn bolt. 

NAH 

      Have theythe goddesses I know your homophobic reaction if I insinuated the gods had their hands all over your mould 

        Have they smashed it 

What are you talking about?

might have been time for him to roll his eyesbut he didnt  he was confident if he had he wouldnt be able to stop

                                                                                                           Doncha get tired of me refreshing your memory 

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Idiom idiot he didnt say they broke the mould when he or she was born referring to ones uniqueness smashed so they cant possibly be repeated duplicated 

                                       Goddesses kept mine

When I croak theyll repeat me

OH excuse me all to hell. 

   No need

             Mould status

I haven’t given it any thought.

Ive returned times over

Knock yourself out . . doesn’t matter to me. 

                                             What does bug me is your . . your . I don’t know what to call it . . . attraction . affliction . . maybe that’s it . .

. . Devotion 

            I don know bout youya havent ever said if my mother hadnt breastfed mecollected the sixpak of wet nurses  I woudnt be here  Had starved to death

I wouldn’t ask.

Why

It’s a personal question. 

Of whom

Whom?

   Yes

My mother of course.

Your mother woudbe embarrassed if you asked her if she breastfed you

We don’t talk about things like that.

My turn Really still kept his eyes from rolling 

                                                Correct I did say lactating teen  Yet another jab at Tolkiens cellar door  

Jeez.

Crazy how one word upsets you 

I don’t see anything attractive about it.

Well I cant make a horse drink once Ive lead him or her to water  I relish not being a prude

I’m not! 

Ask your mother

1403,  Saturday,  14  1. 23

1105,  Sunday,  15  1. 23

Stones  Get Off of My Cloud  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sWqmMAvmdU

fivesix minutes in he said Ohmy 

                                  clear as a bell over the running audio

this was a first 

hes had lotsa firsts  dreamedFIRSTs that some may never  they had his sympathy

   A O D versus D O A

audio only dream versus dead on arrival 

                                           he enjoyed the former  better former than Former

referencing a former earthling

   pitch black oilyblack an obliquesense that the words cries echoes conversations sharp dialogues retorts soliloquies stirred it 

          sounds lapping sinuous vessel walls

on an on

   eventually he opted outchanged the channel   met the cratered

before 4AM,  Saturday,  14  1. 23

1009,  Sunday,  15  1. 23

Pink Floyd  Echoes  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBca3xf-j3o

. . . almost cratered my crater

                                woke him 

he didnt say it

didnt recognise the voice

cratered my crater their crater their anus

                                            NO doubt

what almost cratered them was a huge zucchinishaped cinnamonsugar brown turd fist to elbow that possessed a highfashion models complexion 

it clogged a pristine white porcelain toilet 

the craterwisely decided not to try and flush it

they used a 15 GAL plastic trash bag horsed it out tossed it in an outdoor wheeled trash receptacle 

                                                                                                         he didnt get a good look at their arms or hands

NOW

      he might think he was crater if it wasnt for the voice

whomever had they been silentnot said a word could have convinced him that the cinnamonsugar zucchini was his

nonetheless 

              it was flawless something to behold 

not held

fathomed

deep-sixed

   as he said it woke him

he kept running it over and over in his mind

sleep stayed in the wings

Woudya write it down awready 

he said it

he did 

went to sleep like a baby

bout 4AM,  Saturday,  14  1. 23

2215, Saturday

Guess Who  No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzjfw6I78jI 

he wasnt suffering this by himself  thank you