had to changingup rearrange his vernacular

when things stared him in the face he cant blink  can Not see

                                                                   onceseen cant unsee

maybe not changeup

                       an augmentation

bitchslap had to remain

couldnt toss it wholesale to the side  discarded

                                                    might need it again   someday

enter

       Brookeslapped

more pleasant than it sounds

it simmered a longwhile before brought to a suddendeserving Boil

                                                                       onceseen cant unsee

it struck him odd that pool parties he attended as he got older had nothing to do with the pool

he was invited

                 accepted

conversations alcohol  flowed

the majority of people wearing unwet swimsuit worked their way into the house

he swam

Brooke sunbathed

he had the pool to himselfwhich was dandy

he liked Brooke exactly where she was

                                          on a chaise lounge wearing a pink thong

her tannedfanny was built for a thong

                                         on the Seventh Day Gawd must have created it for her ass

Are you going to quit swimming, quit with the laps?

they only knew of each other through others met oncebriefly prior

Theres plenty of room if youd like to swim

   No. This isn’t a swimsuit.  I thought we’d get to know each other better, but how can we do that if you’re swimming.

Ill tellyawha Im not tired

                          Howbout this Ill proposeyou propose  a subject subjects an when I return havin given it some thought  well discuss

that was how then next halfhour fifty minutes progressed

she laughed

Im being serious

Go on. or That’s impossible. or You’re crazy!

                                              she had a delicious gay laugh deep dimples which he dug  the laps bought him time to conjure the ridiculous their chain was continuous  engaging

   Arya gonna come in

I’m . no . this isn’t a swimsuit . . we’re . . . we’re spending the night. he forgot she had a boyfriend I think I’ll go in.  I’d rather shower. 

Ill join you her head tipped birdlike

                                         Im spending the night too

Lemme take five fast laps

   absently Five.  she stood pickedup a diaphanous shell to cloak herself

                                                                  Five.  I’m counting.

coming out the shallow end she accurately tossed him a towel she took from the cabana

Thank you

Can’t have you dripping all over the house.

Straight shot inanup the stairs Brooke

You’ll drip.

I wont

        toweled off

Awright lead on right behind you There is a God

   she smiled coyly You won’t lead?

OhHellno

          he winked Id rather follow No matter yare a wonder from every angle

I’m a wonder?

I wonder

then silently likely each in their own headhe was in his they crossed the wide flagstone patio to eight steps up onto the deep porch

mesmerised he hot on her tail two steps shy of the deckshe stopped he banged into her almost knocked her over

Jesus kiddo taillights  Excuse me  Pullup short tap the brakes

she laughed playfully gloriously  Gotcha.

                                            he caught her dimplestheir reflection off the slidingglass doors  shed sipped mojitos to his beers poolside

inside they crossed the great room and went behind a vast sectional to the flight of carpeted steps leading upstairs crossing behind it she pulledup again

he walked into her again

                           she laughed before he got Taillights out

starting up she sped up the steps

                                    landing  the bathroom was directly across an eightfoot hallway that seconded as a gallery family photos interspersed with small objet d’art paintings

feeling like a kid he sped after her

threetwo steps shy of the hall she hit the brakes again

                                                          he cracked her on the ass

and because they were enclosed  ceiling and walls  the CRACK sounded louder than he had actually cracked her

she didnt OWspun to face him her smile remained laughter gurgled in her throat

You provoked me

backing into the bathroom she asked Shower?

                                                      You promised.

I said Id join you

                   Come in

   No.  You promised.

if he promised he promised

neverever went back on his word

   in the shower

                    An open relationship  No shit

2300ish,  Sunday,  14  4. 24

1247,  day-between-2-Ts,  17  4. 24

struggling with a bad back

                              happens occasionally

he hurt himself as a teenager and like an old acquaintance who thinks theyre a friend they come around but since they dont come around much he tolerates them contends

theyre good for a laugh

                         although fail to comprehending the laugh is on them

theyre the butt of the joke

   but hope springs eternal

he anticipates ONE DAY theyll get it

                                       in the meantime

YUKYUK

he yukyuks pain

                  blatantly it reminds him hes alive

hes dandy with that

this morning tenderlygingerly sallying his way doorframe to doorframe to the bathroom  entering he lunged to catch himselfGRABBED a hold of the sink top so he didnt drophis right leg palsiedplaying patsy

                                                                                               a hot ZINGERelectric sputtering

couldnt catch his breath

found himself facing himself in the mirror

                                           his green MIAMI tshirt read IMAIM

had to laugh

then sighed Yeees

                   and at that very samemoment he wondered  wondered about people who were waiting

he was always occupied

                           never waited

and cut of that cloth

                      wondered why they were waiting

he thought they could pursue an exit but   You hear listen to yourself   I do   If they pursued an exit strategy   Yesyes  They woudnt be waiting   Precisely

                                                       conversing with one of his Mariachis

often he answered his questions without askingmost of the time without parlaying with a Mariachi but some were as forward as he  which is why they got along

                                               yet the interrupt woudnt stop himthem from asking

Whyya waiting Lemme guess Gawds decision

When my Maker calls, I’ll go.

Mariachi  Don do it don do it Ohno ya don

                                          when his back straightens out he was going down to the Pacific boardwalk and have a coloured tshirt printed Wha colour  MAKER

                                                       and stay away from mirrors

was no MIAMI

0859,  day-between-2-Ts,  17  4. 24

   he paused   uncharacteristically

                                                 for a goodly time

dicedassessed his mortality

he determinedsurprised him  that a little sooner  a little later  a little right  a little left  nine times hed have been dead

which patting himself on the back made him better off than a cat

in addition

            salted in with the littles were two instances where his girlfriendlater wife his daughters plucked his ass out of the fire

            perhaps not necessarily lethal

but saved him from horrible decisions

                                         which

while no basis in fact

                        would have definitely put him at risk

his inborn ethics threatened others

if he didnt like the players

   historically

                 he was loose cannon

a voracious reader paperboy teenage butcher soldier  renegade

didnt play nice with others

wasnt a team player

a solo act

his girlfriend plucked himdespite his reticence out of the Miami drug scene  he was making serious bank off hashish cocaine

            cocaine introduced him to sketchy characters nobody would miss

the ocean

Everglades

evergators

while his daughters just being alive convinced him not to kill the professional who put drugs into his wifes hands that killed her

             they had been suspected before  malpractise

detectives couldnt make a compelling case

they he believed lacked ethics

although he realised had she gone missing a head and hands he was Suspect Number One

                                                                                                 but he was heartbroken

his girls still young

it would have been horrible not to have their parents

   his girlfriend  his daughters

                                      those were Sane moments

definitely not his shtick

                         which isnt bad for not being a Jew  Jews and Germans had names for everything

1030,  Sunday,  14  4. 24

1230,  2sday,  16  4. 24

https://lithub.com/not-just-a-german-word-a-brief-history-of-schadenfreude/

standing abruptly amid mixed company the gentlewoman an English breed lineage which made no difference to him suggestedurged they talk in the hall

                                        she lead the way

entering the next room she turned sharply on her heels but before a word escaped her lips he stilled her heldup his hand         

her eyes started a real firecracker   hed like to light her wick

                                                      Excuse me

Yes.

This he waved his hand in the air asif fanning smoke   This is a hall

Yes.

it was enormous

his rented bungalow could fit inside it

                                         Arya shittin me he hoped shed shit in return

she didnt decorum winning out

this was England not America

                                she was something else here that defied his understandingChrist  hed been on bar crawls with her in Chicago held her hair while she heaved

suits of armor stood erectbacks against woodpaneled walls

                                                               small hed dare say petite

assumed them forebearers ancestors perhaps knights who pledged fealty to her family   

                                                                                              slight

tins

      he wandered away from her  flipped a visor    a second

What is it you’re doing?are you looking for something?

Kippers  Sardines

                   Not oysters octopus OHhellno certainly not I refuse to eat something smarter than me  Present company   Id make an exception

she snarledharrumphed could with the best of them

                                                     Gads, what you prattle about.

You wanted to talk to me

                          circled his hand in the air above his head again   Talk in the hall

   Yes.   her eyes went frosty

Yes

Yes.

My exception toss you for a loop

Enough.

Havent begun

               Had I  enough woudnt enter your lexicon   Thasaid     Wha

   Whatever it was  she shrugged It’s left me.

Thas unlike you

It tis.

I say something inappropriate to your friends

   Did you?

Well  Thas the extent of how I can help

                                          Hell Yawerent even part of the conversation were off entertaining elsewhere  You were misplaced until you took me by the arm an commanded we talk in the hall

   Tha any help

No.  NO.

Care to discuss eating octopussy

   No.

       You mustn’t can’t carry on like that.

Mustnt I

          Pedigree doesnt agree  Thas who Ill assume is in the real room  An this hall

Quiet.

Harsh

        Is this the entitled you  A oneeighty from the Chicago you

I’m sorry.

Not unless yare apologising

   Yes. Apologising. You’re churlish, demanding that there’s a distinction between the two.

There is

I apologise. she nodded the tiara she wore shook in the shock of redhair she wore up he preferred it down

I appreciate tha thank you

                                     Still nothing

a pentup breath escaped her lungs

                                      Nada. Nothing.

Lets go back in then

                     Ill tell well tell everyone we broke out had ourselves a quickie Theyll eyeball your gown for telltale signs   Evidence

   Eyeball

            I woud

You're terrible.

If I knew this woud be up for debate I woudve brought testimoanies Dated   Signed

   So lemme guess . . . M O A N I E S.

Yes

       See how well you know me Thank you for inviting me   Id think a Polish Yank woudbe a hard sell

Well, you’re easy on the eyes and I’ve tossed your name around . . a bit.

OH  My reputation precedes me

   You . . you can say that.

I did

     Cum he grabbed her hand  Lets go back  Hair in there Id like to curl

she let him followed his lead

briefly

        can take the girl out of Chicago but not Chicago out of the girl

1245perhaps,  day-between-2-Ts,  3  4. 24

1429,  Monday,  15  4. 24

6111 an 1116

the preceding post was number 6111

                                       whawas 1116

posted it 30  3. 17:

a mocha is not a latte  and how miserable was that that he didnt know the difference between the two until he mistakenly ordered the mocha and opening it it looked nothing of his memory of a latteWhat the hell was with the whipped creamDid Starbucks throw whipped cream on everything it made nowadayshe knewhe recognised he was out of the loop on a lot of things social media twitter bots idiots idiobots yahoos  but whipped cream on everything?(it had a nice sound – if for nothing more than whipped cream on everything he would like this piece he wriote)

 

he returned the grande mocha with a shot of nutmeg cocoanutNO hashishNO  NO hazelnut(he had a hard time remembering hazelnut  it wasnt a nigger toe a Brasil nut  if he could fashion the nut in his minds eye when ordering hed remember that it was hazelnut but instead he saw the tremulous liquor inside a bottle labeled Toraniand how many flavoured liquors did Torani make  at least he understood his confusion  he rarely had coffee concoctions preferring his coffee black and strong a spoon standing upright in itCome on in the waters fine Liar  his father was taller than he so the cold cold Lake Michigan water wasnt lapping his nuts creating a falsettoOhhellno a castrato shrinking his genitalia)(his parenthesised pieces were growing longer: disease dis-ease distress dis-tress bad hair day bungling)  he should have taken the clerks bait when she asked him when he ordered Youd like that cold NO he was sure he said it with a sneer though he didnt mean it  Christ its coffee  coffees served hot(despite the obviousness of market to make everything into something other than itselfto maximise its selfish growthEverything ought to be only exactly what it is Authentic rather than endlessly bastardised  if he wanted a bastard hed make one and run out on its ignorant mother telling herBetty You Can Call Me Al(short for alias or alien  he had no idea where he came from  Cosmic Semen  sailing the Seven Seas of seven galaxies(whipped whipped cream on Everything) ;) (fucking emoticons)  he should have picked up on her hint that what he was ordering wasnt what he wanted  he should have made damn-sure he knew what he wanted before he ordered  because now the whipped cream on everything was on his lip and he was to blame  when its your fault How Dare You try to slip the blame and put it on someone else(but isnt that why clerks were made  to always be wrong because the customer is always rightFuck that  over the years he told innumerable customers they were wrong The customer is always right is another market monsterFrankenstein  some fucking corporate geniusprobably the same muthafucker who came up with the mantraOom Y o u  c a n  d o  m o r e  w i t h  l e s s you do less with less  gut a squirrel or a rabbit or cattle with a butter knife and get back to me woudja  Ja get back to me with a straight razorIm sure) 

he didnt like it

                but he drank his grande mocha with a shot of hazelnut and a spastics handjob squiggle of whipped cream atop it

1101,  Twosday,  28  3. 17

ohyeah 1392 days remaining though quickly assuming fewer(Russian bye)

Paul Simon  You Can Call Me Al  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq-gYOrU8bA

she vivisected sentencesslashed lines made him grateful he wasnt the book  or its author  he hadnt seen its spine or title page

            excoriated   defiled    if an editor she was brutal

NO

       Vivisected

could hear trees whine their papereddeaths their greenwood memories stories eviscerated pulped  and rooted unable to ran away

he glanced sidelong at her

                           thought he would have hated to disappoint her in the bedroom when she was young  but maybe shed been disappointed too many times  her pinched expression couldnt be age alone  she ran arrows to henscratched notes written on diminishing margins used parentheses obliterated passages paragraphs with a surgical finefine black point pen that didnt dare smear

conceding  he leaned against the aircraft bulkhead to provide her whatever room she needed  unfortunately his gaze out the porthole was compromised by a cloudcarpet for as far as he could see

                                                                                  then seeking a silver lining to his situation he mustered a thin solacegrateful he hadnt been seated on the aisle  he was lefthanded  otherwise they would have parried elbows  meanwhile her right jabbed madly at the aisleway

to alleviated a grimacing consternation a growing maniacism

                                                                he imagined

since the book was hardbound she acquired two copies viciously notating seemed apparent one while the second was safe on a shelf probably containedcondemned to a hermetic barrister bookcase as she defaced plied the firstperhaps  with interior monologues recitations ideas desperations that she acquiredconceived as she read then scratchprinted

   she was unlike him

                         books were sacred

he tucked foldedpapers at the back of books and noteddidnt violate the text with pg numbers what paragraphs words  what ideas they germinated

she made his flight long

1230perhaps,  day-between-2-Ts,  3  4. 24

2214,  Sunday,  14  4. 24

0947,  Monday,  15  4. 24

Beatles  Paperback Writer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SepZDSkY4Ro

the physician entered the room  

                                  wasnt a pokerplayer

should have proppedup  a pair of  phony eyeglasses because this is when had she shed dramatically take them from her face and utilise them  a  prop     a sympathetic prop that would perfectcomplete her bedsidemanner

I’m afraid . . . I’m afraid . I have some bad news.

Why are you afraid   Not like its your bad news

Your had she glasses she could have fiddled with them  your illness  can be lethal unless . .

. . Itll be lethal

Hmm  thaswha dumbfounded looks like

We can . .

. . Im not  Theres no we    I aint letting medicine leech bleed my hardearned money my savings

                                                                                                        Save the wholesome oneinamillion shot optimism   Im a bornsceptic

Id rather you said Time to return to Time

                                              From whence we came

absently I like whence  Donoften have the opportunity to use it

As your physician . .

. . My employee

                   Save your breath your Hippocratic Oath doc  Yaint causin me any harm

We can . .

. . Drag it out

               Ill tellya wha You pickup the tab an well playout your rosy optimismDeal

that humored him he couldnt help but wonder what shed be doing with her nonexistent glasses now

1741,  Sunday,  14  4. 24

2008,  Sunday

Stones  The Last Time  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycoJSzjJDJc

Temptations  Psychedelic Shack  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93uFrmSfgSw

she commanded the room

                          torched it

hadnt seen her before

he casted around to see if anyone else had

everyone was as haplesslyconfused as he zero hints  of recognition

loud  brassy

made him feel punkish  overwhelmed

                                             secretly grateful

when everyones attention was attracted

                                                moths to light

she grabbed the neck of the ribbed dago-T she wore  ripped it down and out 

                                                                                 tearing it free of her unboundbreasts

not overtly large

suited her frame

attractive aureoles  happy nipples

concluding

           she leaned wellback againt the bar exposed    still clutching fabric in her fists

challenging

 defiant

she closed her eyes

                     beatifically

the room men and women  admired her unabashed nakedness

                                                                            if like he feeling raw ashamed of their modesty

pitifully  embarassinglyshy

approximately 1140,  day-between-2-Ts,  3  4. 24

1308,  Sunday,  14  4. 24

Iration  Fly With Me  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0W-GEPzFg8

James Gang  Woman  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7TycD7dUDU

Remember

   you remember

                       how that worked

the subtle twist of her neck

curve of her throat

her chin leading

                 eyes brilliant   white flash  momentarycomet

that you saw

gratefully you had

                   and believed  no one else did

   her smile

               for you alone

Remembering

                 she meant it only for you

2007,  Saturday,  12  3. 11

1233,  Sunday,  14  4. 24

James Gang  Ashes The Rain and I  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUr1wVf29b8