disallowed definitions

on his knees just between hers chasing her up an impossibly big bed(he was dreaming)

she was madly crabwalking

aside from thinking of her wet warmth inches from his nose(why would he be thinking at all)

out of nowhere he was spiked through the skull Hey this is alacrity

Nofool  its alacrity on steroids

comparable to the alacrity of the last gasps of steam streaming up towards the kitchen ceiling from his stained white plastic Proctor Silex coffeemaker that his girls tried to retire for a Keurig(he didnt know that WORD knew it  --  but if his girls knew WORD knew it they would have used it as yet another reason why he should have the abomination in his home)

they couldnt(could they) miss he handground his coffee beans

he built a stone cistern to keep rainwater

                                   ritual

no sooner than he unwrapped it Christmas morning and thanked them he pushed it back to them(he didnt bother with the I-dont-want-to-seem-ungrateful speech  --  he wasnt grateful) and told them while he appreciated their thoughtfulness Please take it out of my house and get your money backI dont want the receipt or to waste one heartbeat to return itCapisce  And I aint Italian(though he might possibly be a human being formed WORD)

or the happy alacrity of the gulk-gulk-gulk sound as he poured himself a glass of ice-cold whole milk from a newly-opened gallon

Alacrity was perched on the end of his bed beside his cat(indie didnt seem to mind) waiting for him this morning

indie wanted his breakfast before sunrise

Alacrity wanted to know which of the five women his girlfriend was going to choose between who heads nodding were willing to submit to cunnilingus because she wasnt particularly in the mood to submit herself(it was a dream)
(what mood)

enveloped in an impossible sheet over them(he yanked her heels out from under her and she collapsed)(his shoulders were between her thighs)(she was gaped) heated he asked Who shall it be love

since it was his dream he situated the five women 

three had bedrooms of their own

two were out of doors

and given he was randy as dreams allowed

he offered that she didnt have to make a choice

hed be pleased to pleasure all five

And what assurances will you give me that your pleasure ends with each lapped

speaking past his tongue hanging out of out his mouth as if it were completely flaccid and utterly exhausted  Nun 

sighing

      she reconsidered

her mood became

alacritous
          so nice

0640,  Sunday, Thats the way to enter and spend September 11,  2016

his cattheir cat

           woke him at zero dark thirty four-something-or-other in the morning

the best he had could mutter muster  Disya indie or yer fuuckin tapeworm  his tongue thick

indie retorted loudly smacking his lips

and that was on him

he taught indie

cat wouldnt fetch

               but if he was anything he was tenacious

Yeah yeahyeah he groaned throwing his legs over the edge of the bed both feet on the floor(once always a paperboy)

he got up on the right side of the bed(Ohdefinitely) and peering between the slits in his eyelids he went down the hall to the kitchen and rustled up the harpy some canned grub  

setting indies bowl down he returned to the bedroom and laying down he picked up his cellfone off her empty pillow

he left it there after they talked and said goodnight

sometimes if she didnt knock out she might try and catch him in his hypnogogic state

hed conditioned himself to respond to its Outdoor bing!

to pull himself out of the hallucinogenic taffy

and while he had regrets he understood that most of those reveries were doomed from the getgo to fritter away claptrap and hyperbole despite any effort he could make

it was a condition he required

he wasnt going to let her swing in whatever funk it was that prompted her later texts

he texted her about being up fetching indies breakfast while bits and pieces of his dreams were still falling in his eyes

SEND

he set the fone back down on her pillow

laying his head down he fell back to sleep hard

when he woke later he found she texted him not long after he SENT

she didnt remark about what time it was or feeding indie

rather she wrote that his bits and pieces of dreams still falling in his eyes was very poetic

he ought to write about them

funny thing about muses

they usually get their way

the soft meringue the odd ideations simmered 

                                      overhead a blueforest canopy mawkish birds crying flitting from branch to branch like desperate souls accompanying spying on the wayward the woods grew darker overhead becoming more dense and denser the fewer and fewer the birds unwilling to hazard the strange becoming-confines and then suddenly entirely disappeared  he was alone  then the forest fled leaving him to a labyrinth that stole onto him like a hungry cephalopod he sensed its muscular sides they slid and slithered sleek corridors turned into tunnels rounded walls burrowed the walls salted with glow worms singular lit stones and smeared by luminous minerals when they stopped moving he walked again wandering amazed the burrows leading him into a space and inside it grew larger and larger around him a cavern his breath echoed in it returned to his ears a tired not fearful breath without the nearness of walls to guide him he remained to that course divined to him he could feel the walls run away and that above him growing taller then at a sudden a tearing sound fell from the unseen ceiling a rumbling small debris fell on his head inside his shirt it rained down there was nowhere to hide or seek cover then a jagged blue split appeared that he saw from inside the cavern below it and saw from above and outside the cavern it humped and swollen like a pregnant womans belly against the stark landscape  the ceiling gasped and gave way like elastic flesh like a gourd broken by unseen fingers prying it apart unseen hands ripping it asunder and above looking down inside the cavern he saw around him pale scattered seeds nearly as large as he they staggered his steps they tripped him and where he fell trying to get up he fell backwards unsteadied by the trembling fell onto his haunches a seed near him split and from within a Himba girl writhed and unfurled out of it like serpent she found him and straddled him red mud crumbled from her hair onto his chest her weight and movement taking his breath and trying to catch it she suddenly flickered suddenly dematerialised and morphing sinuously into her stead was a candle-and-blacklighted nude woman whose face was obscured in purple blackness unlike the Himba and then she too flickered and the two then weaved in and out of each other turning atop him and became a two-headed woman

                                     looking in either direction and around  on guard

0910,  Thursday,  8  9. 16

1416,  Friday,  9  9. 16

they admired her through the plateglass window between the cheap gaudy liquor banners the pricepoints their square bold printed numbers

yet even where she was obscured her exposed bits and pieces her red wrap dress tight as cellophane were worthwhile

they were men after all 

and men are visual animals voyeurs peering through keyholes not needing much to incent and excite them

he supposed thats what he didnt like about XXX porn its rawness everything laid out in the open like butchers meat check your imagination at the door aint nothing left to it

just then she leaned forward to brush something from her shapely calf her breasts swelled and threatened to spill from their containment  but only threatened  maddeningly

standing upright again she subtly in-the-open deftly rearranged them for her comfort

he stood looking over his shoulder admiring her

her boyfriend facing the counter as they rang up his tequila facing outside caught his breath Damn that woman takes my breath away

You and me both an I dont care squat that youre standing across from me while Im taking her in

No  Wear a dress like that built like that go out I cant blind everyone who stops to get an eyeful  Respectfully  No leering

My upside everyone else looks I get to touch

A definitive upside

Yes 

   However concluding our conversation while theres no one in the store you need to attend to and stepping away from our discussion of iteration  Your not having a death wish or instinct as youve said citing Freud and I concur is unique not that you may realise it but that you do not separate your dreams from your nightmares 

The years I prepared to become a therapist the years I spent as a therapist doing dream work with patients then clients not once did any of them hundreds if not a thousand plus ever say as you said to me

What did I say to you

That you did not differentiate a nightmare from a dreamTheyre all dreams to you

Yes  I said that

Yes you did

Everyone else I have ever talked with talks of dreams and nightmares  And nightmares

What you have done unaware that you have done it is accepted your death 

Have you dreamed you have died

Of courseSure I cant tell you how many times Ive died in my dreams

During my consultations everyone everyone at the precipice of their death an imminent death   everyone woke themselves from their nightmare in a cold sweat or terror

That awakening is them not accepting the reality that they will die

Thats unfortunate 

             Nobody gets out of here alive

But you accept that

Frankly you accepted death when you accepted that you only dream

Thats innarestin

You dont believe me

Its believe or thinkHUH

Im a born skeptic Ill have to do some legwork to see if your premise is legit

But in the meantime I have customers So mind it or not you say you dont Ill eyeball your girl one last time

he turned his back entirely on him and moved to one side so he could see her unobstructed
he gave her a soft wolf whistle
then turned back around 
                  As I said thank you for the exhilarating time

1241,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  7  9. 16

 Jim Morrison/Doors  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQA3wx4a-ow