. . . best intentions
shy jumped up in his lap
he asked her Whas the sayin
she nudged his chin with her
foreheadpurred
otherwise mute
as cats can be
silent their middle
name
their last name
unlike they who keep
them insist cats take on their surnames like wives are put upon until they flashanbare their hyphen
is stealth
The road to Hell is paved with
good intentions
hes sure there are others
this was the one he was
thinking of
Whadaya think shy
she jumped down off his lap
without remark
she
said
she knew he take her on
circuit carnival circus freak shows late night television
monetise her
thought There
wasnt enough salmon catnip silvervine in the world.
the full Cold Moons best
illumination was at One0two Sunday morning
he set an alarm on a travel clock
hes had since he was a paperboy EATON QUARTZ
manufacturer probably now long gone
any
one that makes a superior product has to go away
alarm set
went to bed still dressed in
sweats
high Thirties that time of the
morning
hed see Her
would spend
ten minutes with Her
back in hed undress
slept
naked
hasnt understood pajamas since junior high
told Santa to return them
alarm went off
rolled up on his
right shoulder reached across his body depressed the button on top it
ALARM
off
shouldnt have rolled back on his back
two deep leftie sighsLights
Out
woke in the middle of the night
dejected
undressed
back in beddidnt masturbate
hadnt earned it
some lucky imagined woman would have to wait
had the best intentions
woke in the middle
of the night, Sunday, 15 12.
24
1036, Sunday
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