12.9.25

Wednesday two days ago

                               smart flies were outweighingoutperforming either a dumb one or one who would rather hangout with him
enjoy his digs

    today the tally tickedup

                           eighth of nine flies accepted his offer of freedom he slid the kitchen window aside Adios

mathematically eight divided by nine equals pointeighteighteighteight draw a line over the top of the eights never to become pointnine
                            hell need a tenth fly to appear to solidify pointnine or destroy itrender it pointeight

   

    doesnt take much to entertain him

he wasnt one of those kids during summer who squat on their haunches in the grass sat on a street curb lacklustercomplained  I’m bored.

he wouldnt say a word
                          get up out of his squat off the concrete
and GO
        he had shit to do
wasnt wasting his time his wellearned summer Labour Day would be on him before he knew it

    school was labour

at the end of the year his final Report Card inside a yellow envelope NOT TO BE OPENED until his mother opened it

           hed ask
Was I promoted

every year for years his mother got that strange look on her face a mixture of bemused concern fascination
Yes.

he required further affirmation  assurance
                                        I didnt flunk
No.
Thas good to know
                       hed stagger away from the kitchen table where she was preparing dinner out the back door sit in the backyard and wish there was a god to thank  

1132,  reggaefriday,  12  9. 25

P. S.  1302hours nine of ten flies pointnine

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