WARNING not Skull an Crossboneish: had nibbled a cheery cherry

made him contemplative

                            not contemptuous of anything hed read

Your Inner Fish

                  “a fish with wrist” was wild

The Lost World of the Dinosaurs

                                   anticipating the Sixth Great Extinction

“There’s no such thing as climate change. That’s sissy talk.”  https://science.nasa.gov/climate-change/effects/

No climate change Xcuse me ladies I apologise  Thas cunt talk

couldnt say when he scribbled it

                                   opposite side of the paper didnt correspond datewise

on it was Id rather attend an Arent You Dead Yet than a Life Celebration

likely somewhere between Twentyfirst Century ‘Fourteen and ‘Eighteen

                                                                                    Twentyfirsts off on a shaky start

                                                                                      America ought to be ashamed   

    had scribbled

                     The world is an . . . illusion

                                    a . . . collusion

                                      . . . collision

                                      . . . coliseum

                                    a . . . Theatre of the Absurd immediately beneath that

                              I cannot host the infamy of the world in me

of course he could

                    had to toss a little soap opera schmaltzness in

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distill

   My springboard

                     Henry Miller: “I had no need of God than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet Him calmly and spit in his face.”

Really?

           Where you going from there?

Woudya like to hear

Do I have a choice?

With me as you know you always do

Always. Absolutely.

Anybody play with absolutes more than me

   I can’t think of a soul. Which is probably why you’re so convincing. You make people want to believe.

Thank you

she rest her hands on her thighs

he would have to work hard not to be distracted by her voluptuousness  her nakedness

If when you’ve finished you haven’t wasted my time, I intend to ravage, to savage, you.

I hope its as good as I think he thought

                                         I declare wha I think

An having said so I think of it no longer

I evacuate an make room for more

my brain like my bowels an bladder an lungs have to be emptied  to be refilled

emptied again an agin until tha time someday   when death empties me completely

an finally  with one warm grateful spasm squeeze

where in my bed

or on a floor

into the earth

will gush the last vestiges of what I had been

I will sorely miss not being able to kneel among my stuff like a small interested child

who sorts an pulls through it to discover trembling treasures

the funk

an fuck

of it

there my happiness an horror will be found

if I were this child

or may be had been my childrens

or secondplace bastards

if they were discerning

amid the odor

                 a fragrance

an feeling stones in my surly muck

                                      if their eyes didnt deceive them  betray them

an their nerves not faint

    gems

Sunday,  August 1, 1991

October 16, 1993   Saturday

What do you think?

I think its wonderful You obviously worked very hard

Would you read it to me so I can hear it outside of me outside my head?

Love to

I was weary of this day, of its arguing,

chiding, chaffing, its dull incessant haranguing;

and that I, in its midst, had nothing to offer

for my words were worthless useless clutter.

So I walked away, my legs odd and stilted,

looking for refuge before I wilted,

before the weight of my head collapsed my bones

and rode it down my spine “clack clack clack” and owned

a perch in my pelvis and lowed like a cow.

“I am better than this,” I said and coaxed.

So beneath only the cleansing air on my face,

I laid and admired the swallows chase

the clouds, the sunrays, the harbors there unseen;

and smiled immensely for my head grew wings. 

he came up the hall into the kitchen

she sat at the café table braced in the sunlight coming through the window behind her

                                                                                               looked freakin angelic

You’re coffee’s cold.

Tell me bout it

   You okay?

Lemme say this Nothing constructive came of it

Jeez. You.

            she pushed back on her chair  Let me . .

. . No  Let me

                Refresh yours

Please. she pulled her chair forward

                                         I love you.

I love you

             Any good news in the paper

The Funnies.

Youre a riot

I think so.

he set her coffee to her right kissed her on top the head  smelled her hair

                                                                                You smell like freshbaked bread

Why thank you.

                     Any ideas what you might like to do today?

This morning  One idea

                          Afterthas out of the way Im sure others will come  You

I’d like to paint. Got some ideas going on . somersaulting.

Any sticking their landings

Yah. Every damn one.

neighbor stopped for a cup of sugar  parlayed with freshbaked blueberry muffins  he made a fresh pot  she had a cup with them  left  her sister was stopping by had a sewing project she needed help with

    Wha time ya got

she leaned back kitchen clock was on the wall above the stove

                                                                    TenOtwo. Why?

Ships come in

Didn’t needed that information.

Minds cleared ideas shall sally forth

Sally wouldya.

Indeed 

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1057,  Saturday 

E E D D

              Whawastha

    whawas he thinkin when he woke this morning driftingupout of hypnopompia

E E D D

              hed give it some thought

as he made the bed fed the cats inanout started coffee started roasted garlic pasta sauce started laundry

                                                                                                                 started

wanted at least to start some letters

everyone likes to get a letter in the mailhe didntbut he hadnt expected returnletters

writingem was his forte

hed get calls Thanks

                       get texts Thanks  emails Thanks

E E D D

         Whadafuck sayin it louder didnt help

Woudya think

               rapped his skull with his knuckles                       

he heard echoes longpast

                           his daughter throwing a dive off a ten metre tower  her teammates below  You got this! You got this! Bring it home! You got it!

she did

         she was a phenom was since she walkedthen ran    

    whowhowho bbubbled out of his throat  recalled   ecstatic esthetician

                                                                                met her poolside late night friends house party closing out happened they had the same wise idea skinnydip  no one round no lights lit only by the light of the full Beaver Moon  no coincidence serendipitous truly in a happy beneficial way

Joe  Youre Aisling

Gonna pound your chest?

                            he laughed  Me Tarzan you Jane

Not shabby for a polack.

Understand youre one too

I am.

Might explains why were here

Could suppose.

Esthetician I understand  I see

she smiled

            slipped like a seal into the water went under swamup to him  stood  squeegeed the water from her hair with the flat of her hands

smiled again  wolfishly

                           Wheres your carpenter’s belt, Tarzan?

Loincloth baby Thad be work

                                 Evenings  are for pleasure

    D D

           selfexplanatory

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