the backyard metal articulating sculpture a bobbingshuttering owl understood them better than they did themselves

it reminded him of a flamingo toy  tophatted  that continuously rocks dips dips dips to sip water a lesson in thermodynamics buoyed by a belly of orange methylene chloride DCM  if nicknamedacronymed which he despisedyells at the top of his lungs Dichloromethane 

Jesus man, what are you going on about?

Your wingbusted owl

                         You gonna repair it or keep it wrappedbound in black plastic bungeestrapped so real birds arent frightened by it an continue to feed

Take it over to her place Doesnt sound like she has birds   

                                                                 Rats   Not birds

Coud frighten the rats away

The purchase was her ideaJa

I . .

. . Ja

       Her  idea

    It was.

Make the repairs at her place  Ill helpya get it in the truck

                                                               Leave this open-air aviary its peace

But . . .

I know

    You know what?

It understands you

                       I sure as fuck donnor do I want to

his eyes went screwy

Do not nor  Not donor

                          Exhausts the hell out of me to have to explain myselfexplain jokes tha for some fuckin reason or another sail way way  waaay  over your head

You’re not clear.

Im clever

             Though you have to be willing to play or otherwise   well  as you say  Im muddy

 

You ought to take the owl over to her house

You won’t miss it?

Not as much as you

      

                            It doesnt confuse you

2100,  Wednesday,  14  8. 24 (on the reverse-side of the piece of paper)

0946,  Sunday,  17  8. 25