once upon a time before being a father

he did say thrice

                                         thrice at jimsonweed

Round 2

in public

Deux 

Round Deux 

              it felt French  erotic

Mary since hes known her had always managed her intoxication better 

                                                                             better than most

she wasnt prone to flights of fancyhe accused her . .

. . You’re ridiculous.

No

    If youll stop for a damn moment youll recognise you hold yourselfkeep yourself at bay at a remove  at a distance 

You like being above things

Lookin down onem

Not down in the dirt andirty

Mary

Perhaps.

Ohnonotperhaps  You prefer to move above thingsabove the fray Which is fascinating because you incite thempose them 

I get it 

Thats your instincts  Im not knocking youno HA  Actually thinking about it  you prefer plausible deniability 

Plausible deniability.

Yah You have appetites that only others can fulfill  Youd make a cool dominatrix if you went down that path

Dominatrix. 

Am I gonna have to provide all the fodder In the Name of the Fodder da Son inda Holy Ghost Gettin-Out-of-Dodge

Mary So staid so above the games you want others to play 

But Im a player 

I love being in the game

I love tearing it up

I cant be plausibly deniable

I admit my actions  antake my lumps

I couldnt forgive myself otherwise 

                                      he really liked how big her eyes got her greeneyes her faux Asian epicanthic fold  how big her eyes looked whenever he called her out 

he saw her better than most people the same peoplelike himself who performed the acts that excited Mary  quietly  excited  her

this time sharing a seedpod they went half an half 

                                                     they even anally separated the seeds in half that fell out of the pod when Mary cut it

masticate masticate masticate numnumnum RETCHchoke gag numnum   

a big gulp of her Daddys wine

they took it with them in the car they sat in the back together trying to mindmeld while their minds melted separately  drooled   

he drooled with abandon

she accumulated hers rolled the window down and spit at red lights 

he offered her one of his bandannas to wipe the corners of her mouthher chin

if he was anything he was a fuckin gentleman 

Thank you, Joe.

Yabetcha Mary 

Anything for you  he meant it to a certain Xtent

a couple of other cars joined them and they formed a caravan and headed out to the Woodfield Theatres

Woodstock was playing

yelloweyes made an obligatory appearance

                                              then he assumed he was male yelloweyes stole off and left a marbling phosphorescent lavalamp hermaphrodite in charge 

it dug Hendrix every bit as much as he did and when it encouraged him to standup on the theatres folding chairsone foot on his own seat and the other tucked tight to Marys crotchshe clung to his thigh as he played air guitarsinging at the top of his lungs the blue rectangle in the sky messed with him a window  the shit that turned inside it made him want to jump into it or through it or fuck it . . excuzme while I kiss the sky . . faces in the paper trash Max Yasgurs farm Maximus! he should been presented a goldwreath that held the skulls of Roman Caesars together . . . he could have used one . . . his head was feeling like it could explode

                                                         he went over backwards into the seats behind himMary yet clinging to his legbraking his fall he landed in the fleshy lappawing the fleshy breastskissing the fleshy mouth of a girl who later when the theatre attendants were talked downdismissed the audience aiding himseething around him Nothing to see here Move it along  the only thing she admitted after their groping sessiontheir departure from the theatre into the cool autumn night the blacktop parking lot was that she was from Wisconsin Anif men are going to fall into my lap in Illinois; whadafuck? why arent I living here?

Wisconsin wanted to give him a circuitous ride home

Mary said No, he better come with us.

Cum  with you he asked

Stop it!

You can cum with me  Wisconsin interjected

He doesn’t know you.

He can know me. Biblically if he'd like. 

he was really diggin Wisconsin Lemmethink

You can’t think said Mary You’re coming home with us. 

Im with Wisconsin if I aint cumming with you

Cum with me. 

Sorry Wisconsin 

Me too.

he came with Mary

he was situated in the backseat because he couldnt do it himself the churning hermaphrodite was still pawing himmuttering Kiss the sky Kiss the sky Kiss . .  

Mary situated him with a girl named Maureen an Irish girl of Irish passions  he knew her peripherally too  

he came with Maureen 

Maureen was an ardent friend a sycophant of Marys

another of many who performed acts that Mary liked

Mary watched from the front passenger seat

Maureen goaded her You ought to come back here and have a piece of this. 

This 

Joe.  

Christ he loved having sex in the backseat of a car

                                                     and in a moving car was the shit Maureen shoved and worked her finger in his ass while she blew him

that was at the happilychurning hermaphrodites suggestion  whispered into his ear he whispering in Maureens ear

when they flopped positionsbiblically Do unto others as you would have others do unto you he fingered her ass and pussy and nibbled and lapped her lips and clit

Maureen nearly took his scalp by the ears when she came

Man, it smells like fuck in this car Mary said

                                               she went to roll her window down 

Roll your window down Mary he said an Ill throw your ass out of it

his hermaphrodite was thinningthinning into vapours he was back more than not  Ive told you before I got no problems admitting my actions Evidently I follow my whims 

I also follow missives that intrigue me

Yagot good missives Mary  But you gotta accept what you put into motion

Take a good deep breath 

Thats mighty fine funk if I do say so myself

in the shower 1700-ish,  Reggae Friday,  14  6. 19

1343,  Saturday,  15  6. 19

Hendrix  Purple Haze  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPt8vegXAx0

Ghostpoet  Freakshow  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUnqfB8PfzA       

he got stoned on jimsonweed  thrice itll make you say that  

                                                                              stoned  

                       is not accurate

a.k.a. alias  Datura stramonium  if someone wanted to pull up their pants and get fancy

there was nothing fancy about high on Datura

                                                                                                    high  

        is not accurate

Mary he was trying to get in Marys pants returned from California from a trip expressly to cop some jimsonweed seedpods  Damn things grow on the roadside she said  free for the taking.

she took what she could carry

We chew on this she said an he chewed on that gnarly quartered seed pod asif it was Marys clit  chewed on it asif he could eat his way into her hearthe was all-in We chew she said until nothing’s left. Then we swallow.

bitter

       tastes bitter as . .  aposiopesis                                                                                                 

once upon a time he might have said it tasted as bitter as . . ass  but hes had ass since  

                                                                                             and ass he had wasnt bitter 

hed leave it  tastes as bitter as . .

he watched Marys jaws work and work and work and he chewed and chewed and chewed keeping up with her

she said she had jimson before

along the way they suffered some fuckin hilarious retches tearsintheeyes guttural gags   made the gnawing fun

finally Mary looked him in the eyesher eyes yet teary and grabbed a cane-weaved bottle of red wine by the neck and gulped itswallowing the thoroughlymasticated seed pod

she handed the bottle to him

he followed her in kind the wine was good he didnt drink much wine she brought it up out of her fathers cellar they wouldnt have known a good wine from a bad one but they figured her father did

it certainly helped alleviatewash away the caustic bitterness in their mouths

Mary sat back on the couch 

                                          Could you throw more wood on the fire? It’s outside.

she was an angler

he was a fish

the room was darker

she loved firelight

Be happy to he said Right back

Outside

            Where

Generous hint

he felt something inside his head at his peripheralhis temple  peeking at him  yellow eyes blink  blink

if he was to stack wood where would he stacked it

nothing in the yard

Hmm

Hey yelloweyes   

Where would you stack wood

yelloweyes just kept staring blink  the eyes were beginning to look alien

Marys old man was fastidious a dentist he was pretty sure her old man knew when he and Mary liberated some nitrous oxide at his office after hours

                                       hed keep wood under cover

three car garage

back of the yard

probably used one as a bay

kept wood

he tried turning towards yelloweyes it avoided him Heyman Why didnt you think of the garage shesh Aint got a brain behind that ugly kisser

    Fuck

          he quit glancing at his peripheral  he gathered a heavy armload of wood  maybe Mary would be better with yelloweyes than he  she was kind thoughtful understanding 

yelloweyes oozed out of his head and hungweighty across his shoulders like a stole 

as he walked back to the house up a narrow sidewalk along a hedgerow the hedges Eewed and leaned away from himthey ruffled their branches like feathersEeew 

EEW Thats all they got

in the livingroom after carefully placing the wood of the stone hearth he didnt remember opening the door

Mary 

Yeah, Joe.

I think I walked through the door to get it

Yeah. Through the door. Why not? Why wouldnt the door be courteous, it’s atoms separating. a brother needed help; helped him out. Gotta think the door used less energy letting you pass through it than swinging itself open and shut again.

The door’s shut, yah?

Ill look . .

. . Look from here.

he looked

the door was shut tight and locked

it was he and Mary for the rest of the night

he watched the fire

it was entrancing

he watched the livingroom window crawl up on the ceiling like a spider 

                                                                           and looking out through it he saw the outside shudder freeze glare shudderthen twist churn move asif he was watching clothes turn in a washer at a laundromat  then the window crept to a corner of the ceiling and began to inflate swell a clinging bubble  its belly distending descending towards him fisheye he saw his funnyhouse reflection in

he wanted to touch it

when he reached for itthat portion closest his hand recoiled  it dimpled  it Kirk Douglas chinned 

Sensitive 

he heard the wordthe voice

it didnt sound like him

Mary

it didnt sound like her

Sensesitive

            that sounded like him

the window shrank and hung in the corner the fire reflecting off it

he thought he threw a log on it from where he waswhere was he  on the couch beside Mary she had taken off her clothes she was playing with herself she didnt seem to mind that he was watching or the window either from the corner Why didnt he think of jackin off Yelloweyes You  Fuck   You are braindead

Sensitive

         that sounded like her

she gulped gulpedgasped

he shifted onto his belly on his elbowsbetweenherlegs 
                                                         and watched 

she brought herself nearly to a frenzythen stopped  panted panted  pant  pant panted

when her breathing calmed she went after herself again 

once she looked down over the top of her jiggling tits at him 

she smiled 

then her eyes went off somewhere rolled back in her head

he looked up

the window wasnt up in the corner

it returned to where it belonged

he put another log on the fire 

from where he was

Huh

he looked back to Mary 

You said something

her pussy smiled

but didnt repeat herself

she blew him kisses

he blew kisses back to her

a tall house plant that had been to his elbow when he sat sighed and laid across his back 

to watch Marys pussy and fingers too

it wasnt heavywasnt a distraction

it was warm however

and wrapped like a tamale he became sleepy

he woke in the morningsun coming through the window  spooned with Mary she was naked shivered her skin goosebumps she pulled his arm over her like a blanket

he gripped her tithis wristforearm across the other her nipples swelled her goosebumps shrank she warmed

he craned his head to look at the clock on the end table above their heads

the hands were doubledthe numbers doubled  the clock a doubleexposure

he closed his eyes

the doubling made him slightly nauseous

he clutched Marys tit harder grounding  pleasurable

the nausea receded


                                    as he fell back to sleep he sensed the livingroom window creeping up on them

0922,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  8  5. 19

1229,  Friday,  14  6. 19

there was something else that pushed up against the tribe this morning but tribe and the coloured magnet letters cockblocked it took it apart dismembered it before it could ticklegrab a handful of his imaginations hair 

                                                                                                             so he went out into the yard to garden ansee if it would risebubbleup in his head

it didnt

then a default kicked in

                          defaults like seismic or semiotic events usually stepped upentered the fray to fill the void fill it like a brightpink vibrator with blue balls for a jilted woman who wasnt yet over the pig

Ghost Assassin

he had no idea what that was

frankly he had no idea how he bumped up to it on-line 

hed have to see if he could reverse-engineer it . . .

. . . in the meantime

Ghost Assassin

his brother-in-law was a square

he was trying to round him out by degrees   not violentlywhich was his inclination but with finetooth files  emerycloth  rubbing   irritating   slowly trying to shape an end-product

fingers crossed

                 although he wasnt a proponent of luck

it wasnt progressing well

Ghost Assassin

they were meeting later that afternoon for beers a putsch as they affectionately named it Hitlers Munich beerhall putsch ended badly for him he ended up in in jail he ended up writing Mein Kampf then on April 30 he ate a cyanide capsule and shot himself in the head with a Walther PPK  

they didnt want to go to jail 

                              the prevailing political winds a president who wouldnt be able to say what prevailing meant or could spell it Awright Fair  Give it a shot Donny  P – R – E – V – E – I – L – I – N – G  he didnt expect anything less than his very best effort  Clown  P - R - E - V- A - I - L - I - N - G  prevailing circumstances lead them to meet once a week to excoriate the presidents latest mouthful of shit or tweetgoverning - nope- by tweet  asinine what a fucking birdbrainNo he immediately apologised to all avian species

Ghost Assassin 

                 he thought it might be good to have one in a putsch rather he thought it be good to have one in a pinch

1402,  Twosday,  11  6. 19  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iYzuc_gM9U

he didnt think he heard him righthe interrupted Youll excuse me You said   Kentucky economy

Yeah.

I . .er ..  I never heard of Kentucky economy . .

. . Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, all our states; forever. Forever the economy has been part of our way of life. For folks like us.

For folks like us

You ain’t us.

Then meaning for folks like you living in these states

I’m sure in all states; for folks like us.

Im sorry  what do you meanwhat are you talking about

Poor folks.

Poor folks

Like I said, you ain’t us.

Im not wealthy

You ain’t wealthy, but you got that look about you that you’d disapprove of our . . economy.

Your Kentucky economy I am drawn to its rhymeits poetics

That’s another thing separating us, poetics; we ain’t got time for poetics, poetry, poems, sissy shit.

You tryin to be provocative

Huh?

he didnt waste time trying to educate him Annoy irritate goad  capisceEven hicks understand capisce  Got me

My.  Hicks.  You’re quick to temper.

Im quick to insultIve said I dont understand your Kentucky economy  Quit labouring  What do you mean

I mean what’s been meant for a long time; for us folks. We ain’t got money. We need money. And God bless my Dixie, God bless her; Dixie makes our ends meet.

it almost felt like a wink and a nod should have followed 

or “Ya catch my drift?”

Kentucky economy

Dixie makes ends meet

Yes. 

My wife does.

She does

She does every time we’re in need; and that’s most all the time.

Youre right I aint you

after 8 this morning,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  12  6. 19

1354, Day-between-Two-Ts,  12  6. 19