a hapless dog  unattended

                                traipsed

through seated crossedlegs standinglegs    unnoticed

Benign?

   he wished he or she would nip someonesplash brighten the confines with lukewarm blood

no one in the room suggested hot  vivid   blood

                                                  Thasright muthafucker  Im walkinere

shehe were unnoticed unacknowledged   a thinspook

      he felt like that  sometimes

a pat on the head a kind nod   would be nice

wouldnt hold his breath

                            wouldnt have satisfied either of them

they were ghost vapour

jet trails

          give em time

theyd dissipate disappear

                                like they werent ever there

he made eyecontact with the dog encouraged them   Nip someone

a thought bounded back

                          Why don’t you?

he looked round and round the room

                                         Not a soul Id waste my time chompin

Took the words out of my mouh.

   Fuck he thought  Im communing with a dog

Fuck. heshe thought   

                             Fetch?

2030,  Reggaefriday,  8  12. 23

2154,  Thursday,  21  12. 23

Beyonce  Pure/Honey  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11wsq8aH2zU 

he was measuring . . .

                              then the telephone rang an old friend they hadnt talked since fall twohour conversation

they hung up

   . . . what had he been measuring

itd been in his mind

hed forgotten

                   What 

this was interrupted-him  this is why he triedwas vigilant  to keep to himself

                                                                                     interruptions

minimised him

he preferred to maximise

                          race up to the edgebomb through it

BOMBs AWAY

                 “a memory (BOMBs) through the ruin of his mind”

he knew something about mind ruins

                                        he liked to kneel amidem siftem through his fingers finger their bones  hold their skulls stare into vacant eye sockets and wonder what coloured eyes might have stared back at him

                                                                                                           eyes

like hardglass marbles

                         cateyes clambroth Indian banded onionskin ribbon mist solidcore lutzes mica slag opague clearie  steelies

                 staring  noncommittal     maybe pleading

See my  memories?

Im tryin

         Believe me Im tryin

   Im tryin

1930,  Reggaefriday,  8  12. 23

2111,  Thursday,  21  12. 23

Anna Tivel  Riverside Hotel  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EI3jAeQ9jA4