she may have bewitchedput a spell on him

he texted her she could do it again anytime she wished

    she came to him in his dreams

                                       put her hair up

joined him in the shower

while he admired her body they had an animated conversation that ran until the hot water began to cool

exiting first

             pulled the shower curtain closed to keep the warm moisture in

he toweled as he walked down the hall to the humming dryer

plucked out a tumbled bath sheet

returning he held it up over the curtain rod  she grasped it   Thank you.

                                                                              Youre welcome  Woudya care to go out for coffee

Oh, that’d be wonderful.

a small neighbourhood café 

made their own delectable pastries

as they walked they held hands as was their wont

                                                         surprising them  it began to rain

petite flowers white petals buttercoloured eggyolk centers

they perfumed the air

gathered in their hair

laughing they shook their heads like dogs

                                             and then lookingup let the flowers fall tickle their faces out of a brightblue sunlit sky

 

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1632,  Tuesday,  2  12. 25

walking along the edge of the rottingpaved road a clean gleaming black car breezed by uncomfortablyclose

    drivers usually without oncoming traffic provided him a wide berth

lifting his eyes from reading he saw it went past two familiar parked vehicles and pulled off ahead of them

as he approached glancingup again the drivers door opened and produced a young man a geek black slacks pressed white shirt black tie glasses groomed nutbrown hair parted left to right

Hello.

Hiya

       he sidestepped  car door still open 

the young mans other foot stepped onto the gravelly and sand concrete

as he passed they asked Do you have a moment to discuss scripture?

turninground on the ball of his foot walking backwards No  Im an atheist

brashly What do you believe in?

raising his hand pointing his indexfinger at him thumbup like a cocked pistol he then turned it on himself

if it went off he wouldnt be mortally wounded

                                                      Me

without breaking strideleading with his right shoulder he turned back up the streetkept walking  

1440,  Tuesday,  2  12. 25

read anti-civver  Rachel Kushners Creation Lake

made him think sliver

greaser preceded it

                      itd been a long time since hed seen greaser referred tonot since high school had he called someone a greaser

not slang for an Italian or Puerto Rican

                                           a hairstyle  hair slicked and whipped

                                                   think the flick Grease

anti-civver

              wha the hells tha

unlikely to be in his Oxford English Dictionary

Googled

           colloquially his word  anti civilisation

                                          CAREFUL mariachi shouted

it echoed in the vault of his cranium

Wanna keep it down

Why  Nobodys sleepin

                         they were alluding to the three ghosts who lived in his house who late at nightwee hours of the morning would make a barrage of noise waken him hed pop out of bed go down the hall into the livingroom Yawanna keep it down out here Im tryin to sleep

                                                              in the morning entering the kitchen hed find all the cupboard doors open

Perhaps not

              But why careful

    Please  Anti civilisation

Please  Wha

Youre a freakin hermit

                         You coud be associated with anti-civver tha can blatantly thoughtlessly be reduced to an anarchy thacoud possibly bring your house down on your head

                                                                          Your lifestyle is already queer to manymany people

I don say

You donnot you

                   People who are acquainted with you

Theyre acquaintances

But youre curious

                   An they talk   Whastha old saying they tell a friend a friend tells another  exponentially gets around

Jaysus

          Thas from a Faberge Organics shampoo television commercial

Yabeen around tha long

Longer than tha

Light in your moccasins  stealthy

Take some pride in tha

Fine

       I appreciate the concern

Cant stop people from talkin

                                   I don attract as much attention as you might think

Wanna put a pin in tha

Howso

It wasnt no word of mouth tha attracted us to you

                                                       Forgive me for saying so

Forgive you

Please

          Youre attractive

Which coud be trouble for you evenif its not your intention

                                                                    Odd is hard to forgive these days

Don fit in theyll move you out

 

    Might sppose its a good thing Im white  

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1230,  Tuesday,  2  12. 25

Sascha Engel  https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/sascha-engel-anti-civ-combat-reference-manual-excerpt

Grease  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THd96gHV7Tg

they delighted in minutiae

some thought it trivial

for which they had no imagination

                                       they were sitting on the front porch in the sun a small café table between them having coffee at a sudden he saidLook look  look

                                                                     lifting her eyes

in the air before them backdropped by a tall weathered plank fence floated a tiny spider a brilliantsilver tic central to long whips strands of silk sinuouslycurling moving on a current a slight abruptbreeze

A nervous shuttling he said into his hand so not to influence the spiders flight

A diaphanous dance.

they watched the glistening webmenagerie glide but lost it went it passed beyond the fence backdrop

Thas a helluvaway to travel spin ones own wings

    How fortunate were we to witness that?

                      tacere  

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1124,  Tuesday,  2  12. 25

tacere: to be silent, to keep quiet, or to say nothing

he woke composing

                       . . . made me moan mornings

peeled  open  one  eye

hands on the clock fivefiftynine

closed it

rolled onto his side peeled open the other

digital clock on the nightstand sixohtwo

                                                 split the difference aftersix

closed his eye rolled onto his back

he listened to his breath

                                                         

   the bed shifted

weight moved up on his rightattitude

stepped onto his chest

shy

his cat

he pet her

waiting  he smiled

he knew her ploy

maybe by the real sixohthree

she turned her fanny towards his face and stretched out down his body

                                                                            which made him chuckle every morning

when she did

he thought

         if he ever met a woman whoevery time came to bed an assumed shys attitude

    hed marry 

Tuesday morning,  2  12. 25