6.6.17




she likes to blow bubbles

she likes to blow really big bubbles and let them escape

none have popped on her face yet

the smaller ones she lets ascend watching their pearlescence against the sun or moonlight  she prefers the moonlight  her bubbles give the moon a run for its money

the large bubbles laboring to gain altitude  ponderously   she harpoons impatiently stabs them   shriveling they slowly fall to the ground

that ground is his carpet

she releases them with bravado

then secondguessing herself she stabs them

they collapse sighing desperate on his floor


he used to think he could save them patch them uprevitalise their intentions

he found that to be useless

he patched them with his material  but his material wasnt what they needed to survive

miserable he watches them collapse on themselves deflate her sweet meaningful breath filling the room

he kneels to be closer to their breach

he touches them assures them as they shrink quivering


when they utterly collapse he picks them up carries them outside and burns them in a firepit



they were well-intended

he took solace in their good intentions

she meant well

she simply lacked conviction confidence  which only she can give herself

she agreed with him

however stepping forward she couldnt help herself  and stepped back


it used to frustrate him

but he learned to appreciate their course her intent

currently her intent wasnt enough

she isnt brave enough

she could bewill be

eventually


he was patient

another skill he developed that she hadnt



one day




one day

until then her bubbles are cartoon balloons  like those found in the funny pages or in pulp comicbooks destine for the firepit



1405,  Sunday,  4  6. 17
1530,  Monday,  5  6. 17

5.6.17



behind the counter while he played cashier he also played another game fashioning his interactions with unsuspecting customers into stand-alone episodes  trying to make their simple transactions now elongated by chip-technology more palatable memorable

he accused customers who yawned at the register of leaving their yawns there and infecting those who followed  and damn if they didnt
Did you just yawn

I did  Im not tired or wasnt tired until I step in line

Not your fault

What

A woman ten fifteen minutes ago left a well-developed yawn mouth wide I didnt see her eyes until she was able to close her mouththats how youre supposed to yawnnot stifled behind your handinto your shirt collarhell no let it free
I told her she was leaving plenty for other customers

Ha  She did

I know she did  I yawned immediately after she left and just before I said hello how are you to you


he didnt assign titles to the episodes didnt have commercial breaksthink of it  commercials  theyre interruptions meant to make money why arent they called what they are advertisements  why the euphemistic commercial  rarely we hear anymore And now a word from our sponsor(who uses subliminal visual techniques) and unsaid who wouldnt sponsor this programme if they didnt think they were going to make money off of you

he wasnt quick with or clever in the naming department  once he had a fat pup he named Fatty he had a black cat he named Blackie but he was quick in finding something in the face or manner of his customers their dress that he exploited and challenged  nearly every one of them  with a thought or consideration that they might not had or even conceived without his playful shove

their expressions alone were worth his effort and utterings 

the dimlighted Uh Wha Hmm  fortunately few and far between  were like provoking wetted kindling to burn a fire worked vigorously with flint and steel groveling on his knees in the slick mud Come on hed take a deep breath and blow Come on baby he coaxed sweetly damn near blowing kisses You want itCome on You want it I want it sparks punched holes in the paper it seared it grinned briefly went blackwent out Come on baby then a quiver a squirm a spasm impending life an itch growing irritated smoulder Hotcha Eureka a flame flutters
                                                                  the lights go on



Purple flowers

Yes  And the flowers grow on a vine

A vine

In the spring like grape clutters  Whats it called  I cant think of its name for some reason I thought maybe you could

Violets

trying to be encouragingnot abrupt  I dont think violets grow on a vine

No they dont  Lavender

No

Ah Lilac

Closer  Lilacs a bush


Yeah  I cant think either   Beats me

Beats me too  All this evening its been beating meI was hopeful bringing fresh blood and brains into the mix I could put an end to my shame  I planted the vines myself  Seems really content eluding me though  Had a backyard patio shrouded in them  Youd think Id remember them like my middle name

Cant remember

No  For some reason no  Purple  Fragrant  It grew pendulous seed pods

Sorry  I cant help

Me too



Did you know today Friday just in case you didnt know what day it was is National Doughnut Day d-o-u-g-h-n-u-t  It honors the women the Salvation Army Lassies who served doughnuts to soldiers during World War I on the front lines in Europe

dimlighted  Donut Its d-o-n-u-t

Donut today but not in nineteenseventeen one hundred years ago when they were honored  You gotta figure if its in their memory you ought to memorialise too how the word was spelt  But Americans are lousy with history  It enables them to rewrite it again and again and again

I didnt know that 

And now you do  Go out an infect someone  Have a fine day  



wisteria finally crawled into his wound like a trail of ravenous army ants

Chow time


1655,  Saturday,  3  6. 17
1044,  Sunday,  4  6. 17

4.6.17



he got a letter from his mother(YES some people still write letters)

she wrote from work

it was postmarked 30 May 2017

she inscribed at its head 5 – 19 – 2016(he couldnt wait to eat her alive for that blunder)

it was her classic letter or now what hes termed classic

between Mothers Day May 19th and her mailing it on the 30th they talked(he listened) on the telephone twice  and in her letterher harangue she wrote what she told him twice

he tried to tell her her letters were more satisfying when he read what she hadnt already told him

If youve written medont talk about it  Can you recall me telling you something I put in a letter 

I dont know  Have you
No 
   I wouldnt tell youand Ive told you I cant talk about something because Ive put it in a letter thats coming your way 

What we say and what we write are separate dialoguespartitioned which I do on purpose Our conversations should be contemporaneous freeflowing Our letters however their back and forth and back and forth questions asked and answered are deeper  more measured   I suppose Im saying theyre to be more intimate

If I told you what I put in a letter itd be anticlimactic  And you know me  Im all about the climax

My goodness youre terrible

Climaxes arent terrible  Telling me what you wrote is


Maybe if you looked at them rather as an reiteration a record a contiguous memorandum The FBI can submit primary sources like my letters as evidence

Are you telling me youre an FBI agent

No  Though I could have been   Son Im sending you evidence in my own hand  Unimpeachable

Maw  Stop  Youll excuse me  It is also very much evidence of your naivety

My naivety

Yes Naivety  Your grandsons a smuckhes always been a smuck 

Hes full of shit 

Given the circumstances had I been you fuck him  You just gave him another opportunity to fuck youas if he hasnt already fucked you over enough

Stop please Im not like you

Oh hell no youre not

How you talk to your mother

Yeah  I swear to wake you upcrack you on the ass long distance  Come to woudja Hes a smuck you didnt raise him hes not your responsibility  And beside all that hes a grown manan adult dont treat him like a child he pisses away every opportunity he has because he figures hell have another and another and the next and the next


I try to see the goodness in people



Maw  His goodness is like a gold coin buried under two tons of steaming shit 
No more Mr. Nice Guy  Please


1854,  Friday,  2  6. 17
0909,  Saturday,  3  6. 17
Alice Cooper  No More Mr. Nice Guy  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5y7iHePE0Y
and his Maw said https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sB3Fjw3Uvc  (The Animals  House of the Rising Sun)