14.3.15

Fadder -- (euh of deuh and twaw )



Fadder  I sez 

I sez  Fadder  Ey appreciate ya meedin wid me

Ya probably not really likely ta know me  Dou ey know ya   Yaknow neighborhood taktak  Ey know ya gotta job
sez ya gotta listen ta da tak tak  But I tink ya aint really all about knowin us hard  Ya know us in da bigger sense   
as ya been taut  as weeben taut ta expect from ya   at de   at de       Ey know des                 Ah  De seminary
Strange  ey tink  Semen-ary    Don know bout you  souns funnyright ta me

But ma point  ya bout ministering souls

Da life heer   is hard
An fok heer too  hard
But wees all cut aint wee  everwhar  sa ya sez     ada same clothYea 
  
Mebbe ders cleener cloths    but dey da same kinda cloth
Yea


Yea   Ey tink so
  

Anyway
So tankya Fadder
Ey appreciate ya meedin wid me heer   In ya house yer Fadders house

Round us  dis city round us
Yaknow
Isa shithole been a shithole ey tink when ya com  Tak tak sez ya was an older man when ya made heer
Ya began older
Mebbe   called late eh

Ey don tink a younger man woud wannit

But      Thars a reason why ya cam  Eym not innarested why ya heer  But mebbe   mebbe if ya lookin for a lil sumptin    perhaps a touch a sainthood
Mebbe   ya can hep me an ey can hep ya

Ey hope  dis shithole  my wards don offend ya   Eym a big believer in callin tings wha dey are
Ey aint offended eys born in dis shithole  But namatter
                                          
Ey wannata meet ya   as ey sezs on da fone   Ta offa ya a proposition  if ya woud
An if ya woud  as by any legit proposition   Eyd make it wort    da Churchs while
  
But yad hafta com out a heer  Out a dis house
   
Ta hep me  hep ya


Innarested

     * * *

Ey ned a lil hep  Fadder
Ya believe in Gawd
Den ya believe in evil

Ey don yea  Ey believe in bad  Yea  even badder bad
Ey believe in da supernatural

An given wha eyve read  priesty stouf   ey believe ya got da juice ey ned for a bad aspect eyve discovered

Ey ned lots ey tink   lots an lots ifan eym right

Ifan eym wrong  well   ya can hep yasef to it long as it flows eh   Unless acourse ya havent a lang spell in yer bag
Den eyd be botherin ya fer repeeted blessins

Or it don wark  an den my badder bad disappears me   Eyve no problem disappeared
Peeples in shitholes disappear all da time  Our wirth aint wirth da while ta find out whar wees gone an it easier
ta tink wee left fer greener pastures  as it weer  eh  Funnyright ta me  Dou ey tinks lots a life is funny
Like Hendrixs Along the Watchtower   who feel dat life is but a joke

Man  if only he rolled onto his face when he vomited
but den wee may have been disappointed as he grew old 
Woud be hard to be a disappointin artiste  eh


Sorry eym whilin round an round tinkin aloud boren ya   Sorry

So Fadder  ya com out ta me place

Tink it oer
 
Ey tink yer my best chance  Yer jewjew  ha  better  den otter fadders ey tink
Ya worry hardest  yer brow sez sa  An ey ned strong jewjew warked strong

Ey don know ifn eym askin sumptin hard  an ey ned ta know  frankly  reel quick

An den ya too coud tink ey left fer greener pastures
Escaped dis shithole


Eyd wancha ta tink ey escaped 

Dat be a nice tought eh  a nice tought Fadder
Eh Da

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13.3.15



bleak
          obviously bleak

terribly   a good tool to teach with


his Uncle Fritz lived in Ohio on property bordering on a cornfield
he didnt erect a fence between it and his backyard because he said he had a real nice agreement between him
and the farmer

occasionally crows mobbed the corn


Boy  his uncle said to him  you know how to shaddup crows

No Uncle Fritz  I dont

Fine  then Ill show you how

he disappeared down into the cellar through bulkhead doors

he emerged cradling a shotgun in the crook of his arm
it was pointing down
                           
This is a Savage .410 12-gauge over-under shotgun  Shells filled with birdshot  I prefer for the .410 for blackbirds

he walked up to the edge of the green cornfield

Heave a rock out there boy in the direction of those black noisemakers

as a murder rose out of the five foot corn BLAM two birds burst like ruptured pillows at a pillow fight
the rest swarmed off  their cawing falling more and more out of their ears

Thats how you shaddup crows boy






0033,  Thursday,  12  3. 15
1840,  Thursday,  12  3. 15

12.3.15



he couldnt hear her voice
his consciousness checked down tried checking her out before she could continue her blubbering
it evaporated in loose scads his ears

too bad though
echoes reverberate
 
her last few words
                                if you do do  doooo


her pink tongue wagging in her snagtoothed maw fascinated him
      
like an uncircumcised fob drawn back into a pederasts trousers because the children werent too sure what it was
and were more disposed to play
 

he beaded the failing echo  strung it back together again  
                                                                                           kids grand more any having you
wound them up tight
then read them forward
                                        You having any more grandkids

Youll live longer if you do  she said after his consciousness kicked in trying its best to kick her out
a desperate grey-haired pear-shaped pathetic woman 
                                                                                        You having any more grandkids?


Gawd  he hated that oblivious remark
                                                               because if he was to have more grandkids  as if having more grandchildren
were within his purview  hed have to fuck his daughter or daughter-in-law

his intolerant thought to meet hers was
                                                                You birthing any more of your grandchildren?


Ill live longer if I do? 
Not really sweetheart   
Im sure my girlfriend or son-in-law would take grave issue with that



afternoon,  Wednesday,  11  3. 15 
 2017,  Wednesday,  11  3. 15