Ah  the stuff he found himself revealing in letters to his mother and father


his prudent parents
                                  but perhaps a World War fashions one prudently  they were 
combatants as everyone is a combatant who suffered a war effort

the Worlds societal fabric was ravaged
but to their credit
they sought to mend the rag rather than ditch it


neither of his parents were keen on the Internet
though they were informed by their youngest grandchildren
who  in his estimation  lacked even the minimal two brain cells to rub together 
                               
and maybe their imbecility was encouraged by his parents who encouraged their 
youngest children to go forth and multiple
because his younger siblings  Werent all that
though as the eldest
he compared his upbringing to their fundamental lack of parental upbringing
he could suppose eight kids were a bit too much to bite off and chew
and understandably
obviously
               his parents were exhausted 
 
he had two children and they exhausted him
but they couldnt beat him down
he had them young and the resilience of his youth was what went lacking in his parents
regarding his youngest siblings

he could see it
but he didnt live in-State
they were glimpses during visits
and while his parents were due his respect
they did raise him
casting a critical eye
his remarks   even softpeddled   werent appreciated

one can easily suppose no parent ever wants to hear remarks critical of their children
  
and of course they would
they reminded him he wasnt a bowl of cherries either
 
--   Yah  I wasnt
But at least I was aware I was a pain in the ass  I was readily cognizant of my actions
and likely what was in store for taking them
Are they of theirs

--

--   Theyre . . . almost . . Christ . fuckin idiots

Yah
that wasnt going anywhere
a lead balloon and he knew it
whenever he pulled out the fuck card their expressions went blank

as educated as he was why was he so crude

his parents had only to turn or look over their shoulders at his siblings faces and they would
have seen that they got exactly what he was saying

crude understands crude

thats what his education had taught him

                
he had written them “You really ought to give the Internet a try. It’s financial-feasible
now. At the touch of a key a virtual encyclopedia or news source pops up before your eyes,
is at the tip of your fingers . . You’re still both very curious. That where I get it. You’re still
reading newspapers ..  To be sure, it has its Shit  .. but then we have always been 
tethered and having to defray the Shit tossed in our way . . that’s why God made trees . ..
so we can scrape the Shit off our soles (or is that . . souls?)”



ah  sometimes he argued just to hear himself talk

1526,  Thursday,  2  10. 14

 

I forgot to hang the sign from the doorknob

DO NOT DISTURB

  

in my defense  if I thought to defend myself

I could plead the housemaid making my bed bent over its foot with her skirt

yanked up high

distracted me

to hide my fluster I excused myself 

I took a chair before the desk in the antechamber overlooking the bluest ocean 

through the balconeys plate glass windows

the door across the hall from mine had been open when I entered my room and 

discovered my housemaid

a maid was working there

I did not know they shared the housekeeping cart in the hall

I heard a passkey slip into my doorlock

--   Hola

I assumed the maid from across the hall

I heard a hushed exchange in the bedroom    then hushed laughter

and the maid from across the hall entered the antechamber

she eyed me

she greeted me  --   Hola

--   Hello

smiling pertly she stepped back into the bedroom

another hushed exchange   hushed laughter like music

in a mirror on the wall I saw my ears grew red

I sat distracted at the desk

imagining the stories housemaids could tell

not having to pry

but by simply just observing bedrooms habits

blatantly exposed

in the rented rooms bathrooms and antechambers they worked

where people didnt have to clean up after themselves or care about the bedding

or carpeting or furniture

or appearances

like babes in a playpen

the visceral disconnect from Outside is palpable

a book is closed

its then spread wide open  yawning and revealed

then its closed again

the maid who was making my bed who had shapely thighs entered the antechamber

her skirt was still hiked up on her thighs

in the bedroom cooed the other maids laughter

in delicious broken English she asked if I wanted fresh towels for the bathroom

her fingers played at the side of her thigh

she ran her nails up to the hem of her skirt  playing at it

I had to speak up over the pounding of my heart

Fresh!  Yes!  Wonderful!  Please!

then regrettably

she took her hand from her thigh

and covered her mouth

stifling an amused expression

she nodded and left

and again in the bedroom was their hushed conversation  and hushed laughter

a trickle of sweat streaked my spine

Hispanics

like Asians 

I could never guess or read their expressions

I always defaulted that they were teasing me

if any had been sincere in all these years I never knew

I was ever intrigued

but I never sought to know

the pair entered the antechamber

their skirts hiked up

they entered the bathroom leaving its broad door swung wideopen

they moved in and out of my line of sight  they threw their reflections off the 

substantial mirrors

bending and twisting

wagging their fannies and breasts

distracted  or thoughtful full-lip pouts

a newspaper laid on the desk

I held a pen in my hand atop the pages of hotel stationery

a pose

witnessing poses

in the mirror the maid from across the hall reached out and grabbed her younger 

cohorts ass and shook it

the young one placed her hand atop hers

their fingers intertwined

when I looked up into their faces

they were looking back at me

they laughed

I laughed

they teased I think

I didnt know

I stood up when they exited the bathroom

their ample breasts were atop the towels they had replaced

warm brown puddles  quivering to their heartbeats

I tipped them each a ten dollar bill

their very large brown eyes approved

they smiled  subversive  white smiles

--   Mucho gratis

--   Gratis  I replied

and gently turning their heads

bobbing their bound black hair

they departed

DO NOT DISTURB

Ill never use it

1111,  Twosday,  15  1. 13