linoleum women

. . . Nymph     Wha

                      Christ aint clickin   sometimes his brain forced his hand You cant recall get a little help woudya Aint the end of the world

                           hence he was forced to do a synonymcant stop this shit cinnamonsynonym searchnot if he tried nymph gave who he couldnt remember but had thought first a rousing hipcheck knocking her asideout of mind anwha a hip  wha a delicious hollow funneling to her stem wha a happy Venus dimple as she twistedfinishing her thrust

he used the dictionary  The New Oxford American Dictionary  Second Edition

FUCK

Cherub

             reason why nymph persisted  dominated

 

 

    where this began

                        he was wishing his toilet was on rollers so going while going he could visit the four sidescorners of the bathroom and take in possible perspectives though those possibilities changing if he crossed his eyesif  he put on reading glassespeered through a magnifying glass at the twelvebytwelve inch fake tiles imprinted on the linoleum

                                                                                                                      thasaid

even in place where hes squatted almost ten years presented subtlerer things  he hadnt seenknew hed remember if he did

       perhaps

the candle flickering over his shoulder spraying ivorybutter light  tickling happy shadows  linoleum was tan crackledfragmented driedblood bearbrown hints slivery fissures

threequarter tile from the tub where his head would rest

                                                           that next tile nearer from its edge the sixinches left to right  stackedunstable he thought vertebrae offcentered seems scenes sequences  unassembledpossibly  countenances   in its high rightfield a bemused partial beauty  off where her chin might have been   violence  eyes proud nose where what would have been her throat her a face thrusted left the che- nymph head tilted down beyond her cheeks lost  a relief  negative space  then a sudden fierce shewolfs head twisting towards him its muzzle wrinkling lip raised he could not see her bared canines

                                  next tile beneath it

like steaming rising palpable atmosphere  a goddess head emergedwas turned towards him  on diagonal her left eye bisected by the tile edge  a straight regal nose  high cheeks the tip of her upper lip revealed enough as it was the extent of her suggested hinted   an audacious grin

                                                            the four above her truncated head  her dream

   or a mission  revealed

         

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