20.4.23


some would have him worry about the hawk
 

her nest or roost in the tall pine a couple of places up from his

 

raw bits and pieces of her prey found by ants scattered in his yard

 

she has poor table manners

hed excuse her

                he excused dinner guests who should possess better manners than her but dont

talons arent as nimble as phalanges ought to be

 

after they departed he stripped stain-treated his linen tablecloth sweep crumbs from the floor and found odd glasses and coffee cups on shelves or behind planters

 

hes a sucker for natural inclinations and could abide sheer laziness

 

 

he thrilled at her cry the bustle of her feathers passing overhead her violent black shadow like broken glass erasing ghosts of tall seeded grass

 

his worry 
              if he imagined her gone if her bright lively spark in the sunlight suddenly were a disappeared mote  an echo in his eyes  his worry standing searching the blue sky the apricot trees the shadowed crowns of live oak 
to feel her zest flatten out inside of him her serrated edges dulled her acrobatics stilled  

white clouds drifting alone

 

her plummet and scorn fires his blood pumps his heart makes his soul race outside him like a child at play pointing Did you see that?! Did you see that!? and falling down laughing in delight in this yard of hysteria as only a child can

 

Thursday,  20  6. 13
0939,  Thursday,  4/20  ‘23


. . . so . . a Freudian Slip . . on a bananapeel while sending a text 
                                                                    he caught it b4 he fired it off 
fuck SpCk Spell Check that Apple kindlycandyly offers the caramel and crushed walnuts
who have a choice though tend to allow it

  :  :  . . . listen to the music off youtube
                                            a curious walk through SENT hotmails

justbefore he touched to SEND he glimpsed  hotmails looked queer 
                                                                     YES
wrote hittails
                   his hittails were his
he knew they knew

no kiss n tell

 

   Freud    

1615hrs  Thursday,  4/20 ‘23

4/20


he usually raged when corporations changed their rulesEFFECTed their consumers  because the motherfuckers can an couldnt give two shits an because lowlings they see that they have ceilings havent the balls to speakup challenge the Heavens corporate boards stockholders cunt CEOs  who are set for life etcetera etcetera etcetera but greedily want more

currently Hotmail.com writing Hotmail ought to tip people off

currently Hotmail
                    he went from doggedly badgered subliminally maybe they thought so notified  left of the page  
Microsoft Storage  Currently 90% of Storage full

to 215% of Storage is used
NOW
  
       he got 5GB Free

he was using according to Microsoft 10.75GB but he could pay for more Storage    

   he usually raged 
                      but learning his SENT file was absorbing this suddenplus 125% he could diminish his SENT below the NOW watermark 5GB Free
that was his solution 
                      an tripping back into his PAST entry by entry deleting bypassing prioritising  he has not unearthed   but mined there is a distinction if the butchers thumb is on the scale  this is when one wouldnt mind  gorgeous relics
       stunning memories not-memories
he culls as he goes feels like he kills as he goes

but appreciates Hotmails hand in reminding him  mostly happilee 
                                                                            mostly

1430,  Thursday,  4/20 ‘23

Tonic for Spring

   recipe 

sulfur and blackstrap molasses

teaspoons  one part to two parts

professed to cleanse the blood 
                                 nothing a good iron fleam blade couldnt fix if one had the stomach and gumption

or perhaps an enticed leech reared in a springfed freshwater lake  

 

these were beginning to sound like specialty rolls at a sushi house

 

raw eggs work


some prefer it with a touch of milk and coarse ground black pepper

while others find them repellent because they have something to do with raw chickens

cant beat garlic or kale

legumes or soybean pods he was partial to calling them edamame



none of the letters creep off beneath the lower line of a Primary Ruled Printing Tablet  which return him thoughts of one-inch ruling Bond paper its trusty companions the Ticonderoga #2 Beginner Pencils  their tactile smooth round yellow barrels


Prousts madeleines did justice but memory isnt confined alone to scents or tastes

theres a weight in the hand  a turn of a phrase  sensations  a place

                                                                            all Tonics 

and other tonics  toxic   things better left alone or struggling to forget 

banished for reasons  none of which should have to be explained 
                                                                      that are  and that existence suffices

that which exists is

and even when it becomes was / Is

 

perhaps toxic is vitriolic malignant  perhaps inappropriate 
                                                              or maybe it just feels that way to some people


to others who have forged ahead  mustered their way beyond the was / Is of their experience who are grappled and clutched who are sought to be arrested by sincere others who feel they ought to be grateful for their time 

and as that time expired

                           are somehow obliged to rarify or vivify their Past


made Subjects to their memory
                                  living as a Memorial

rather than a human being

 

one takes a tonic to refresh

to invigorate

 

 

tonics taken Spring Summer Fall Winter as needed 
                                                       or necessary 

and best ingested alone

  

1510,  Thursday,  11  7. 13
0911,  Thursday,  4/20  ‘23