he keeps squirreling away his bits

    similar to his Maw

but she squirreled away cash

                                 Youve told onetwo of the kids your hidin plac . .

. . Yes. You think I’m stupid? she thought all men thought women stupid

he was her son

                Not stupid

Just might forget where you hid itparticularly if youre spreading the wealth an at some sudden inspired by a new spotThat’s a good spotwhy didn’t I think of that before?

    I know where my cash is hidden.

The nowhere troubles me

                               Why not just in your closet pockets of favourite coats in your pantie drawer 

compliment  didnt say bloomers  an envelope taped to the bottom of Dads bottom drawer where he keeps his girlie magazines

air went out of their conversationspiraled down into the abyss

    He hasn’t girlie magazines.  He has me.

For strange between them they never pulled punches

 

the benefit of him squirreling his bits outperformed his mother straightaway

his family wont be any poorer when he dies and they cant findem

                                                                        or will even look

his writing only interested him

hed lie

          Say gang

When I croak I want you to know Ive hidden money around my house

                                                                                tantalise them

    waste their time like theyve wasted his all these years

 

1813,  Monday – Labourless Day,  1  9. 25

1643,  Wednesday,  3  9. 25