You read your policy?

Don be curt

                 The myriad fine print

Which defines your policy.

A policy that this company that Ive been doing business with for more than twenty years can change at a whim

Your claim is illegitimate.

Careful Be very careful nowvery  very   careful

    Careful.

               

                    Are you threatening me?

Let me say this about that he chuckled this about that juiced him

                                                                  As Ive said  Ive done business with this company longer than youve been employed byem  The reason I do is becauseif need be  I can get my hands around your throat

    You are threatening me.

No no  A policy promise

                           You have an Act of God clause which I think you think is shrugs Shit Happens It is subject to interpretation   However lacking specific language no examples defined your Act of God blanket is meaningless worthless unless of course theres a company executive or official who has been to the Mount and returned with tablets to support the language you insist denies me

Our understandings are at cross purposes

                                             But understandpass it along  my complaint wont stop with you  You tell me a broken water pipe  my apartment flooded  is an Act of God

                                                                               Maybe youre tryin to flatter me

Yacant

    But ifya think Gods got time for me youre out of your fuckin mind 

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1610,  Tuesday,  13  5. 25

was going to see if he could excavatefigure this beaut out

                                                            began with the words The Boys Girls

ghostlywhite letters on black

                              and paying keen attention Boys altered itselfsmeared revivified

The Boyees Girls

The Boyeez Girls

                        Boyeez Grrls 

then from letters to language

                              and when language began the words dissipateddisappeared

dreamed language loops in his ears

                                     echoing badgering  concocting a dysphoric hypnopompic state

keeping his eyes closedturned onto his right side assumed  the fetal position

                                                                                  if he was gonna get kicked his vitals were protected

   

    then a queerfluttering

images

            blackanwhite  film   on looseweave quivering muslim

not film No

             photographs  portraits    Boyeez Grrls he assumed

fourfive six

             the portraits remained a minuteorso long enough that he would recognise them from each other

    then empty quivering looseweave

        then the first reappeared although she was overlaid by what he deemed was  a strand of personality

              minute   faded

others followed in kind

    the first again another personality overlaying the portrait the original personality

others following in kind

 

first  yet another personality

                                    the others followed

when a fourth personality presented over the firsts  the original portraiture hewed darker to prevent it from becoming obscured

                          the portraits    palimpsests

GROTESQUE

                   the Grrls were grotesque

that striking realisation woke himhe opened his eyes didnt want them burned into his retinas he turned quickly onto his backstraightened out completely staringup at the gray ceiling

                                                                                     they did not follow

then confident

                 he closed his eyes  sighed

hypnagogic  nada     no show

he was relieved

he fell back to sleep

                       

                           fell  witnessed    other dream scenarios

overnight,  Tuesday, 13  5. 25

1150,  Tuesday

she raised her voice

Quit yelling at me

                    Talk

Don’t tell me what to do.

                               she was obviously intent on being heard  unwilling to listento hear what he had to say

as he entered her office   Shut the door. Have a seat.  closed the door didnt sit   No thank you  he stood in front of her desk

I said . . have a seat.

No thank you  I prefer to stand

I want you to sit.

                  he told her that morningshe knew  his back was bothering him  sitting exacerbated itChrist office he used  there was an sitting/standing desk  a footstool

I said sit. like a good dog   no treats apparent

his refusal wasnt provocation

                                                 she hit the jets

 

Don’t tell me what to do.

Im not

        If you want to talk Ill talk you wanna yell Ill be back or you can find me when youre able to talk

Who do you think you are?

he stepped forwardthighs bumped the face of her desk

                                                           Who do you think youre talkin to

her bugeyed glare was priceless

                                    When you can talk

he stepped back gingerlyturned around  left her office

left her MANAGER door open

                               better than rolling up a newspaper cracking her on the snout

a title does not make one superior to another

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1047,  Tuesday,  13  5. 25

Screwed the pooch 

he said that out loud asif clearing his throat of an unwelcome plug of phlegm

                                                                                  then  again

not only did he fail to place water out to be embraced by the full Flower Moon last night  but dismallyfailed to place his daughters ashes in the moonlight

                                                    worse

he filled a glass pitcher with water and had removed her ashes from the wood box itd kill her to know she was contained in a Ziploc she was not fond of plastics that held her and set her on a copy of Joyces Finnegans Wake that he kept to the right of his studio desk

an unexpected a thoroughlyinvolved telephone call rang  it went better than threehours

he had to charge his phone

charging as he talked his back was to the desk

concluded  he went to bed

    this is a confession to the ether

                                         which he trusted more than religion

   

0919,  Tuesday,  13  5. 25

Esbjorn Svensson Trio  Definition of a Dog  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEMEjoCPRQQ