his daughter flew in spent a few days went through the boxes she had in storage he was maintaining

                                                                                                            About time, huh, Papa?

When it was its time

It’s time?

Yah

Kind of a weird way to look at it.

No not necessarily

                    Im sure youve heard everything in its own time

I have. I don’t agree.

Youre welcome to disagree

Dad, I came across this, it’s yours.

three sheets of paper

he wrote on the back of printouts of cellular phone feature matrixes

                                                                        waste not want not

upper left corner angled

                25  9. 07

            Tuesday even-ing

need even-ings to balance out workdazes

                                             immediately right P/REACH

right an beneath it  centered  

You cannot p/reach me

You cannot preach me

You cannot reach me

                         belligerent

under the angled corner workdazes

                                       he continued

and during our daze our rote our ME-chanisms thrown to make our mealy bread meating our sustenance our sub-sistenths

           to coin a phraise  anon anon anon

And so it goes

                and Oh Well . . .  the Gospel of Sot Kurt  Wit-ness of Dresden  City-cum-Oven

inhale  “What’s that smell?”

inhaled  “What is that smell?

inhelle  “Aw, they went and burned it.”

inhelled  “Yeah. Badly. Way overdone.”

 

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The point!

There is no point.

and the frustrage of it

wants violence

First Chair and Second Chair Violence

the epitome of hardstrung heartstrings struck and dragged with resined catgut screaming . . .

    page three

                angled in the uppercorner as the first page

MY GAWD

ZOUNDS

          immediately right  a harrowing caterwaul  catwail

beneath

         The planet believing its wheel needs greasing brakes . . .  tries to stop . . .  physics  hurling momentum scatters gravity

          gravely bravely floats away

and that which NOT has been is flung

                                          unfurled

                                                      unraveled      TO UNK

seeing he finished reading his daughter asked  Keeping it?

Ill hang onto it for a while

                            Hard to believe I wrote it straight

Are you sure? she teased

Trust me I didnt know anyone who had access

Ah. That was later.

   Much later smart ass

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