16.5.24


. . . head

Why think tha

Fish head

Ortha

   Im thinkin is all

Is all

Was prompted

   By

You know

I do


   Yah  But you rather I saidhear me say it

Know me to a T
Know you all
                Never surprised when you present
Not after all these years
No
     Consorts too long

Correct
            It was the dream

The dream   Yah
                     Was explicit

Wonderfully explicit

Rare tripleX rates wonderfully

But it was

Likeminded

Mirrorminded

Thas mine

Thas ours



     the rope that nearly strangled the boy  Eggy in a Basket


went to sea

caught sufficient fish
                       had learned not to be greedylearned to tack hours to sour those who followed who wanted to discover his reefs

fishing is patience is knowledge was his fathers gift a cherished gift when his father didnt return


coming home through town packing a weighty canvas of gutted fish he didnt feel the rope come untethereddrag at length behind him

the bars closed

the strippers letting out
                         some evidently too exhausted to dress   an unexpected treat

one slippedin behind him wearing only a thong and flats her skin stillshimmering from makeup she applied for her performance  humourously she scooped up the ropelooped it round her neck like a collar her wrists like cuffs the rope a leash  resplendent bondage  his slave   only when she could no longer stifle her laughterbawled that he stoppedturned  realised   he was a butt of a joke
                                             My    She  Was  Young  And  Beautiful
And Fresh
            she hustleup to him wrapped him with the rope asif he were her slave and led him up the cobblestone street tugging at the rope asif he were being belligerent  he was dawdling
                                                                       Keep up or I’ll use this rope on your arse when we get home.

maybe she didnt know how wonderful her ass wasKeepup bullshite

maintaining the spectacle had someone been awake to see  over her shoulder she laughedasked  Where are we going?

At the intersection go left a block then another left up to the top of the hill . .
. . Overlooks the sea?

Yah

I love the sea. I’m a mermaid.

6AMish, 2sday,  14  5. 24
1009,  Thursday,  16  5. 24

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