he was the last man on the planet

he hadnt had time to think about it was pitted survived instinctually  didnt think woe is me

   finally

           a placespace  for himself 

he was alone along time 

                             there was no point in striking hashmarks or diddling with what day it might be 

then oneday

               a blueeyed doe entered the glade he found and made home 

she was unafraid

he welcomed her

they struck a companionship

he believed it was based on them having the same colouredeyes

he didntcouldnt know what she believed

that they were familiar was sufficient

wordless communication the talk of lovers 

                                             he was grateful he learned that before the maelstrom

before the unforgiveness 

                         the ensuing violence  hotblood foam   his determinedunrelenting luck

 

   where had she been before she appeared

she may have been nowhere 

then became 

strange

unexpected 

   he was also grateful to learn unexpectedness

1340,  Sunday,  19  2. 23

1252,  Thursday,  9  3. 23

Sigur Ros  Popplagio    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwNF5tDQVGk

I did a doe read Ididadoe 

                                  phonaesthetics 

whas not to like 

a blueeyed doe

they spoke the same language

believe me he vowed Cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye

                                                                             he recalled tha childhood pledge

never crossed anyone who took him into their confidence 

ixnay on the unsgay 

secret was secret 

                  not secreted like snickering slobber not like some who imagined they suddenlyheld leverage

  but he digressed 

Ididadoe is precious

    

1340,  Sunday,  19  2. 23

356preferred to 1556,  Thursday,  9  3. 23

poem  https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-full-poem-from-which-the-phrase-Cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die-stick-a-needle-in-my-eye-originates 

Ginger Baker  Ansoumania  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=curzD-SJe0k

I dreamt 

she was a witch

she shriekedSTOP or I’ll cut your hands off.

   I thought for a moment 

                           if whaever I was doingI didnt know wha had elicited such a threat whellthen Id keep doing wha I was doing 

                    every hill Ive encountered has been worth dying on so why the fuck woud I be different now

so I kept at 

            whaever it was 

I did wake

I woke

my hands still grew out of my wrists

did I falter

did she decline

   I did not know 

my dream cut out went dark 

                             something churnedI couldnt see black marbling on blackI couldnt see  

she was a witch 

I am mortal 

              perhaps Mortal is an underratedmisunderstood weapon

I woke with my hands

before 8AM, Day-between-Two-Ts,  8  3. 23

1136,  Thursday,  9  3. 23

Ginger Baker/Air Force  Early in the Morning  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJlSyapiV84 

Aiko Biaye  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsTrzMs6Dsc