Christ by the travel clock on the wirebrushed gnawed stout wood feed trough on end
Oneoheight in the morning
Where is you sleep
it wasnt the coffee the large slice of warmed
apple strudel keeping him up
maybe
the
10mg
Pioneer Square blueberry edible he took five hours earlier hangin in hangin on
maybe
the books he was reading in bed
since there was no one to foreplay
with
books ideas his
companions
restless
companions
demanding
insatiable
companions
usually wrestling them exhausted him
looking up out of Louis Menands The Metaphysical Club: History of Ideas
in America over the top of his glasses he didnt see Sleep sitting on the foot
of the bed
bomber
his huge male tabbyJa
not Sleep
Takin your sweet time he said
listened
no response
Sleep not even in earshot
the book said “Coercion is natural;
freedom is artificial.”
couldnt argue that
it wasnt his daytime cohort
who had magical-thinking human beings were good
they werent base
they werent selfish
he encouraged him to pinch himselfencouraged him to get a better pair of glasses
proper human beings think of themselves
first
if another did not put others before themselves
they were victimised
Ohno, no, no.
Ohja ja ja
Human fuckin nature Ill go a step
furthur
Animal
nature
I disagree.
Yaknow
Ill letya have your way
Ive stepped away an ascetic yasay recluse yasay Solitary
Social niceties have long since disappeared
out of my rearview mirror
Maybe five years later the pendulum has swung in your favour
I shoud pleadought to plead Wittgensteins
Whereof Thereof
I apologise
cohort didnt know what to do with that
he put down Metaphysical and picked up
the Fall of Civilizations handy companion to Graeber and Wengrows The Dawn of
Everything
which also was in bed
if he knew Sleep theyd
pronoun who knewhuh sneakup on him
hed wake drool cooling on his chest
0108, Monday,
21 7. 25
1141, Sunday,
27 7. 25
The Dawn of Everything https://www.journals.uchicago.edu/doi/10.1086/720603
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