DULL   Dull 

                    dull

nursing his Easter hangover with his cock  Hone it sez to himself 

                                                                               Is something wrong baby?

No nope gimme a sec 

                         Just  a   sec 

  simple gambit 

                   resurrection

if Christ could so could he   reserection 

There we go in his head 

                        There Ohmy!she planted her palms on the wall so he didnt bang her head against it  Jesus! 

Yah 

UhOoohmy Um  Ooooh muy 

no words

Hellhe hadnt either 

                    grunted  groaned  panted gruntedpanted groaned gasped panted panpanted they were in sync JESUSsynchronised synchrosiiighed GASPinggobblingair breathebreathe GASPed again 

                                                                                           a roar in his ears out his eyes hers fluttered her arms went slacked

   One  Last   lunge 

                       banging her head against the wall he collapsed on top of her 

they clutched each other 

                         tethered they hadnt crackercrumbs so their minds couldnt go farwouldnt get lost 

they panted in each others facepanting through outrageous grins 

gaspedlaughed like hyenas 

   certainly helped his hangover

1220,  Monday,  10  4. 23

1156,  Sunday,  16  4. 23

he angled around the front end of a huge white sedan  someones  who obviously didnt live in the neighborhood

and as he went around it He listened to the old mans breathing felt the weight of the little girl in his arms felt the tiredness in his arms felt his unwillingness to put her down 

He felt the salve of her kiss on his rough unshaven cheek

 

Oh Grampa

           her breath on his face  he wondered if he was ever that young if he was ever carried if he ever kissed his grandfathers or grandmothers faces his parents as they carried him if they did if the birds gliding from tree to tree overhead gathering bits and twigs for their nests paid any attention to things under them that didnt fly

 

1056,  day-between-2-Ts,  24  12. 14

0939,  Sunday,  16  4. 23

to hallie

this morning they made love nearly unconsciously

he didnt open his eyes  he didnt know if she opened hers

they fell into one another  the nuzzling gentle touching like blowing on paper and thin stick kindling

its razor redsmouldering edges glowing  become inflamed    becoming enraged and engulfing

he was sure if he opened his eyes after she rolled off of him that their scorch and ashes would be clinging languidly

or running like spiders on the ceiling

  

he didnt open his eyes

he liked the imagery

1056,  day-between-2-Ts,  24  12. 14

0939,  Sunday,  16  4. 23