the WORD
reading the Bible is/should be personal – ONE – reading
not a fixed lesson
or dogma
Dog Ma
Fetch bitch!
Is that your religion?
Friday, 15 12.
06
1544, 2sday,
26 11. 24
26.11.24
primal scream
he heard it in Coltranes sax
Lennons Plastic Ono Band
Marianne Faithfuls Why D’ya Do
It?
heard it in a scarcelytempered babe jilted lovers parents confounded by a failing schoolaged child a small dog whose bone was taken by a bigger
dog
he hears a primal scream in the
silent terse composure of a control freak
Why
Why D’ya walked dogs that shit on sidewalks
Why D’ya
legally blind wanted to hunt with lasersighted rifles
Why D’Ya mountaineers
who sought
to emulate Sir Hilary Edmond Everetts ascent yet demanded they be snatchedplucked from
peaks if weather turned ugly or they were injured
Why D’ya
dated a narcissist for three
years and when things went sideways they couldnt understand what went wrong
Why ask why
Why not ask Why
not
why shouldnt a walked dog shit on
a sidewalk the blind hunt a mountaineer be saved a narcissist fuckover their partner
irritants need to be assuaged
need pink cool calamine
lotion to soothe their rash need a stiff shot of liquor to disguise
the taste of bile in their mouth
he couldnt give a flyingfuck
he was
working in an unreinforced masonry building
was the rage
in California
if it came down so be it
hadnt in seventy years
Friday, 15 12.
06
1820, 2sday,
26 11. 24
a small hand holding a green
stick reached inside the firering and stirred the gray embers flushed a
cautious yellow flame of sensationssinsations
it gently laid dried moss kindling
gently teepeed split white oak and like fresh bloodflow returning to a reattached
limb gray flesh turned pink its cold radiated with warmth a drumbeat again heart pulsing
apricotcoloured fusion of the sun soon rising above the dark
plumcoloured east hills reddening to orange then loosened the spy the first whitespike of
sunlight
sensations
sinsations
she makes me remember the bray of
sex rutting wantonness
the slapping collision merging fleshforging breathlessness GASP
exhaustion
defeating the body
while the delirious brain ever desirous ever a junkie ever unsatisfied goads
more more more
their bodies fail it
their brains sullen
impatience
have to w a i t
sensations
sinsations
rejuvenating
their bodies sift together
gently they sleep twitch
cling pungent
the only way their sex could have
been better
would have been if they were in love
trying for a baby
Wednesday inside
Starbucks, 6 12. 06
1247,
2sday,
26 11. 24
Shins Sushi
Hallie couldnt come out
theatre on the same block was
playing Taxi Driver time travel hadnt
seen it on the big screen since college
her loss
had her in mind for a Taxi ride
said she had to work late
the fortune in the whole of his
disappointment was that hed taken this ride once before and was anxious if it would
stop him off where last hed seen it in different
city different state
Wasnt a reach for him he thought
he was susceptible to time
travel
rode on sunrays moonbeams on the rush of wind over reefs crowns of crowded
trees on scents lingering in the grass
on
the spastic flutter of eroding memories
Hallie
it would have been wonderful to
share it with her hed keep that thought maybe one day
in the meantime
he hovered at the sleek haunches of a shaggy hawk in
thin airHOWLed at its suddendescent magnificent one with its freefall roar its brightblood
midair kill
Times ride often left him in familiar
places no matter the pleasure or distressconsequence of his remembrance or
reminding
he was so thrilled expectant of Taxi Driver
hopeful
some other time share the sensation with Hallie
again?
Tuesday nite, 5 12.
06
1150,
2sday,
26 11. 24
he thought
Not to knock it its a good saying
heldup his hand to bar the
sun from his eyes
Haste makes
waste
though not necessarily true
his dear friends Jeff Jeanine
both terribly accomplished terribly
wealthy
exceptionally generous
he was a beneficiary a confidante
never turned a blind eye or held his tongue
he was peoplenot obliquely believed he risked their patronage was their rabid truthteller pulled no punches withheld
no outrageous language cunts to assuage their highbrow gilded ways
often attacked their society
Jeff
You really ought come out play eighteen with
me to better understan . .
. . Your
society sounded
like he spat
Really Joe, need to be so brusque?
Yah Jeff
Penetrates your ears your brain better
than me being namby-pamby like many of your cohorts concerned not to offend youyour sensibilities
I
tell it like it is
Haste makes death
Jeff was involved in a horrific
auto accident leaving the country club after two eighteen hole rounds of golf with
business partners assorted well-heeled constituents exhaustive negotiations
Jeanine called him
Joe. Jeff . .
.
. I heard on the news in route to the hospital Sit downbabe don drive youre beside yourself Ill call as soon as I shakedown a doctor
I can’t.
Jeanine Stay put please
Please Jeanine
I can’t. she hungup
Jeff was DOA massive head injuries
Jesus
he
hoped Jeanine thought betterstayed home he
called the house no answer called her cell went to voice mail
Jeanine Call me
she didnt
she didnt arrive at the hospital
he went to their place
was on their Security list
front door was locked
smashed a window
Jeanine hungup on the railinghalfway
down their magnificent curved marble staircase
her blood cascaded down the
steps
puddled in the foyer
after the reading of their wills
a number of family friends were upset they didnt get enough
several commiserating were on the large thirdfloor
balcony overlooking the grounds behind the house
he stood inside the threshold overhear a kid bitch kids father stood at his shoulder
Hey fuck he roared Wanna shut your piehole Yacant Ill come out there an knock the hell out
of ya
his father muttered Over my dead body.
Got a gun
dropped him with a single punch
kid didnt rush in
no of course not
called the police from his cell
by the time they arrived he was
gone
no onewisely tried to delay him
Jeff and Jeanine left him their place
in Vanuatu
they had deep affections for it
shared it together many trysts
0317, 2sday,
26 11. 24
1013, 2sday
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