not only could he herd them  he could coax cats too coaxcats  phonaesthetic   Take tha Tolkien

   although he had to credit his state of mind while he nimbly herded an coaxed

                                                                                     he didnt perceive of them as cats

rather pussies

                pussy held sway 

he persuaded em pleased em pleasured em humoured em for as long as he kneweven as a boy

it seemedeven then he had an intrinsicerotic connection he recognised fewer an fewer boys around him they faded simmered disappeared out of his eyeshis sensibilities

he became wholly dedicated to girls  women

                                              who gave him knowing glances lusty glances

had they dropped their prudishnessempowered themselves hed have gotten laid far sooner than he did

                                                                                                              would have learned instruction far sooner

had they

          they would have saved him from stumbling his way along

not that he minded                  

                      stumbling

theres something to be said for innocence

                                            naiveté

he made damn sure he suspended naiveté until it became too pronounced to avoid

                                                                                       You really know what you’re doing.

he winked  wasnt good at coy

                               wasnt a coy boy phonaestheticBAM kicked Tolkien in the teeth sheesh yet another possible phonaesthetic

I confess

           I know wha Im doing  Cool

yanking on his hairhis ears Wouldya shaddup.

                                                  Keep doin’ what you’re doin’.

he did

their wish was his command

by this time well beyond juvenile competitions

                                                 he didnt recogniseSEE boys or men

he was blind to them

he was dedicated to pussy

                             he knelt before their widespreadgaping altar

and then some                   

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Intruder

the third

Revenge is best when served cold

he kept waiting around for he-who-seeks-revenge to come and get it himself

   but hes a cunt

he sends idiots who think its their way to the top like it were some kind of corporation

911 may recognise his number

police had questionsnot his number they were welcome to ask

                                                                 he shrugged

Was an intruder I defended myself

three got mighty close

he got bad news earlier in the evening

foundcaught himself sighing

                               recognised thawasnt good  needed to relax   come down

lit a candle set it on the back of the toilet

ran a hot bath

dribbled lavender oil

tumbler of Irish at his shoulder

  in

     better

closed his eyes

watched pink quiver through his eyelids

silently pink went black

                            Thas not how it works

heard slipclick ligament

                         tendon

thought Can I help you was being facetiouseyes popped open

a genuine hobnail boot

apparently intended to put his head out like a cigarette butt

                                                             uncrossed his legsfeet to the tubshoved  back climbed the slantcaught the boot at the insolegripped it like a moray eelpushed up for all he was worthIntruder went over backwards

wasnt a dancer KRAKed his skull on the pot  not enough to kill him  grabbed a toweltossed it over his head yankedviolently neck snapped

                                 then blood came

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Coltrane  A Love Supreme  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ll3CMgiUPuU

Whadi . . what did . . . what . . Christ get it out you heard me . . What did you just say?

Yaheard me

You didn’t mean it.

I woudnt have said it if I didnt mean it

                                           You know me better than tha

I have a hard tim . .

. . Youll just have to have a hard time then

You sounded pretty . . cold.

No

       Stated whats obvious to me

But I . .

. . You did  Thawas your choice we make our own choices you didnt ask I woudnt solicit

You were a big boy

Daresay ya learned your lesson . .

. . The hard way.

   Ah accountabilitys a bitch

She was a bitch.

You were the idiot Fourth husband   Cant imagine whayawere thinkin

                                                                            No  As a matter of fact I can  Yawerent thinkin

The Great White Wha . .

. . NO  You don get tha

                         Not the one tha got away thas meant as a thought experiment

Not to be actualised

You weren’t me in high school.

Tha a defence  High school

                              I definitely wasnt tha waters over the dam an long long gone  Fuckin high school

You werent even a tool in the shed

You got to be mean about it?

You had to be stupid bout it

                               Yah I gotta be mean  Keep tha shit to the forefront of your brain otherwise youre proneya proved youre prone

Idiot

Stop . would you?

Stopped

   You’re pretty cruel.

I prefer brutal brutally honest

                                   Anya know tha too

You said . .

. . Ya heard

   You said your marriage taught you didn’t believe in marriage.

Yes

Yes.

               You’re not going to elaborate.

   I did

But you had for all intents and purposes, that said, from the outside looking in, an awfully good marriage.

A great marriage

                  Though woudnt do it again shoudnt have the first time  Our relationship our love didnt need ceremony we didnt need to be legally bound

We were bound

A marriage celebrates . .

. . For others

               It was unnecessary

We knew it

We were cajoled

We relented

Ugly words

I did not know you then.

No you did not

Yours are harsh words.

No theyre not

I don’t know what to say.

Wasnt asking

               I made a statement

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