giraffe

she blushed

             he tried realhard to make her blush the colour was  so becuming on her

No no no, please no.

Whawoud ya rather

Something, anythingelse.   You’re imaginative.

I am

                Youre spectacular

off she went again her colour deepening

Stop woudya  youre killin me nearlygigglin

I’m killing you?you’re crazy.

    Im crazy for youcan never get enough

he better stop  looked like her head might pop

                                                            Okay   Okay      Think Ive  got it

she sathands clenchedheld tight between her thighs  he was jealous of her hands

    Howbout    giraffe

Giraffe. Gir.   Affe. Giraffe.

                                  That.  I like that.    I can with that.

her colour softened

Okay    You can with tha

    I can.

Okay

 

the blushing the brief conversation  had everything to do with her ass Yer ass   and everything he did with it

                 every   thing

2323,  Wednesday,  14  5. 25

1033,  Thursday,  15  5. 25

The Temptations  Just My Imagination (Running Away with Me)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNn361umypM

confessions

concussed

was trying to mitigate the difference

                                       cleared his throat – thruat its amazing the shit that comes out of his mouth  Matthew Fifteen eighteen hut huthut   hup HIKE  things that come from the mouth come from the heart  hed suggest a hard NO

    cleared his thruat  spat

writing is like water a creek stream river tugged at the edges by eddies that pulled him aside spun him made him dizzy like a cop suspicious he was drunk demanding License. Registration.   returning Step out of the vehicle.

Say the alphabet in reverse.

The things I do to make people happy

Shut the piehole. Only thing I wanna to hear from your mouth his heart is the alphabet backwards.

took a chance  cringingYes officer   R  E  C  I  F  F  O

                                                        Z  Y  X  W  cheated by taking a breath an sayin in his head S  T  U  V  V  U  T  S   R   Q  P  cheated with a forced belch M  N  O  O  N  M  L  Aah  home free  rest is a breeze  K  J  I  H  G  F  E  D C B A

Close your eyes. Touch your nose with your left then your right indexfingers. he performed splendidly as he did he said that that was easy he had a big nose a roman nose roaming all over his face  cop  P  O  C  must have heard that one before not a snicker

Walk a straight line.

Officer Henry Miller in his book On Writing wrote Life does not go on in a straight line. cop was humourless probably because he was killing everything he threw at him he was nearlytempted to furthur interrupt their evening together by telling him that as a kid for the fun of it would walk a mile and a half home from the sandlot ballpark on a railway rail and not fall off once Im built for this nonsense

                                                                            Whaelse ya got P  O  C   C  O  P Copulate  Cop your late  Earlier you woud have had mecoud have made an arrest laid an I  U  D on me See how I did tha backwards she hadnt an IUD I hadnt a rubber so either she sucked my cock or Id poke her in the assdone in tha order not in rearverse Of course I gobbled herflipped her like a pancake gobblegobbled her againgreased went at herhad her tha way too Maybe not SURPRISINGLY she kissed me afterwards Smacking my lips I said Gee tha was jimdandy sweet like candy

    Alright. You’re free to go. Drive safely.

Thank you Officer

2300,  Wednesday,  14  5. 25

0928,  Thursday,  15  5. 25

The Turtles  So Happy Together  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRCe5L1imxg

Awcomeon man, the more the merrier.

I think not

                Unless youre referring to Jean Arthur Nineteenfortythree

Who?

Youre not  No thanks

You ought to come out. I’ve held you up, got some women panting to meet you.

Youll have to apologise thaya coudnt deliver the goods

                                                          Im not interested

What do you have going that you can’t put off for another time?

Anything Im doin I cant put off for another time

                                                   My times my time

I zealously guard it

                       Unlike

Some pliable people

    Are you referring to me?

If were I woud have said

Then whos pliable?

You nameem  Theyre your more your merrier

You’re being a prick.

Correction

            Im being an unsocial prick

Methinks the more the merrier the mayhem

                                              I don play nice anIll disturb your quaint gathering  I know I will

Because I disturb   you

                              You want to be responsible for bringing tha down on their heads

You could try.

    I could   I don want to

                                So unlike you who says you can but don want to but ya coud

Yacant

I cant

Jesus man. You can be so entertaining.

I can be

           But being performative fags me out

You go Have a good time

                             Im gonna have a fantastic time

By yourself.

Yah  Im a handful a barrel full of monkeys

1259,  Saturday,  10  5. 25

2129,  Wednesday,  14  5. 25

Stones  Miss You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCN33x4nQFw

. . . I can’t remember the guy’s nam . .

. . Which immediately blows a gaping hole in your story

I don’t see why it should. I’m telling you.

Your tellin holds no water

                           Cat has an IQ of onehunredthirtyseven not tha Im impressedimpresses the shit out of you but youre hungup on IQs

I don believe inem

    So anyway, his IQ is . .

. . Stop  Save it  Without a name a who your remarks are worthless

Hear me out.

I don think so  I have no way to verify wha youre saying

                                                             If you were so impressed I think youd remember

His name isn’t important, at least not important to relate the crux of the story.

 

    Youll shaddup afterwards

After I say.

 

Speak

Awright. Long story short. He complained, wished, he had a lesser IQ because he can’t relate with peoplehe was always the weirdo, unable to talk, interact, turns out he’s a lonely guy.

Aww

 

I feel bad for him.

 

 

You don’t feel bad for him?

I don know him do I

Not his name, but why?

You think hes a genius

I think he’d be considered gifted.

    Awright  Well go with gifted

Why do you say it like that?

If gifted If cognizant enough to recognise he was struggling to relate with  wha    common peoplepeople of average intelligence

Yeah.

Id think if he recognised tha rather than whining hed tamp down his intellect an meet people where they are

Im not smart but I can figure tha out

                                       But youre dazzled how intelligent he is an feel bad for him

    You can’t be sympathetic?

No

 

Is IQ better than EQ?

No

       Man  whoever he is   yamight want to find out in order to give your story credence credibility  he ought to be adept enough an be able to adapt socially

Fuckem if he cant

Don feel bad for him

But you do

               Very EQ of you

1527,  Thursday,  8  5. 25

1605,  Wednesday,  14  5. 25

It’s a good job if you can get it.  You got it.

                                             he said that to her    said it as if he did her a favor

Job?

         My part in this relationship was having landed some job, that you, bestowed, on me.

Come on, don’t be like that now.

                                   You know your life’s been easier because of me.

Easier? That’s rich.   How so?

he put on that holier-than-thou-art puss   You know.

No. I don’t know.

                   Tell me.

I don’t want to argue. knew he stepped in it

                                                 I prefer not to sa . .

. . No no. You opened your mouthsome bug crawled up your ass I’m not privy to. 

Let’s not get nasty about it.

    Easier?

her throat redden she was furious  but kept it in check

                                                            he hated it  hated her when she called him out

she were a guy hed knock her block off

I asked . . . easier?

    Let’s cut to the chase. he pointed   There’s the door.

There is a door.

                  I split it with you.

That’s about it.

About it?

           Laundry?

At least you manage to put your clothes in the laundry basket.

Housekeeping?

Bitch when we grocery shop.

Bitch?

You bitch.

she let him wonder bitch  or bitch

I’m just saying you were strugglin . .

. . And you were my prince in shining armor.

You deny that?

Of course I don’t. How many times have I said thank youhow many times have you thanked me?

    One hand?

I appreciate it.

    

0829,  Wednesday,  14  5. 25

1112,  Wednesday

they sat back in folding chairs in dappled shade talked out for the moment   stoned   listened to the wind go through the trees an occasional cry of a hawk the near-silent skittering of chipmunks and quail at seed fallen from birdfeeders hanging from eaves

    he took a deepdeep breathsighed 

                                                  without preface Woudya do it again

Do it  again. 

                 What would I do againhave I done it before?

Woudnt be here if you didnt

                                Might suppose Im askin woud you want to be here again take the same route same avenue or change it up to have it be something other

Perhaps

           Unimaginable

I woud

         I woud without the slightest hesitation

I’m not following.

                     Do what again?

Your youth man

                  See the trees  Pick one

The trunk splits left an right you went right Left   Left may possibly have led away from where you are now   

Compound the possibilities the branches limbs sticks buds leaves

Whichever you choose of the multitudes of leaves fruit either fallen from it your death

The tree comprises your life your choices

                                                Its you

Youve enjoyed an abundance of opportunity Silver spoon stuck in your mouth

Made a different decision

Maybe no spoon

                     Do your youth again

 

pessimistically You’d do yours without the slightest hesitation. Be right here.

Reliving your youth doesnt mean youd end up right here again

                                                                     Maybe in the neighbourhood

Not reliving it exactly

Only your youth

    I don’t know how to answer that question.

Thas fair Fair   Ive given it a lot of thought

                                                          sighed   Without the slightest hesitation

Get back to me ifya remember

Ya don Ill remind you

                        Speaking of which Ifya had one prior life to this   Where Wha era

    I haven’t given it any thought yet.

Ill remind ya  

0854,  Wednesday,  14  5. 25

   You read your policy?

Don be curt

                 The myriad fine print

Which defines your policy.

A policy that this company that Ive been doing business with for more than twenty years can change at a whim

Your claim is illegitimate.

Careful Be very careful nowvery  very   careful

    Careful.

               

                    Are you threatening me?

Let me say this about that he chuckled this about that juiced him

                                                                  As Ive said  Ive done business with this company longer than youve been employed byem  The reason I do is becauseif need be  I can get my hands around your throat

    You are threatening me.

No no  A policy promise

                           You have an Act of God clause which I think you think is shrugs Shit Happens It is subject to interpretation   However lacking specific language no examples defined your Act of God blanket is meaningless worthless unless of course theres a company executive or official who has been to the Mount and returned with tablets to support the language you insist denies me

Our understandings are at cross purposes

                                             But understandpass it along  my complaint wont stop with you  You tell me a broken water pipe  my apartment flooded  is an Act of God

                                                                               Maybe youre tryin to flatter me

Yacant

    But ifya think Gods got time for me youre out of your fuckin mind 

311preferred,  Thursday,  8  5. 25

1610,  Tuesday,  13  5. 25

was going to see if he could excavatefigure this beaut out

                                                            began with the words The Boys Girls

ghostlywhite letters on black

                              and paying keen attention Boys altered itselfsmeared revivified

The Boyees Girls

The Boyeez Girls

                        Boyeez Grrls 

then from letters to language

                              and when language began the words dissipateddisappeared

dreamed language loops in his ears

                                     echoing badgering  concocting a dysphoric hypnopompic state

keeping his eyes closedturned onto his right side assumed  the fetal position

                                                                                  if he was gonna get kicked his vitals were protected

   

    then a queerfluttering

images

            blackanwhite  film   on looseweave quivering muslim

not film No

             photographs  portraits    Boyeez Grrls he assumed

fourfive six

             the portraits remained a minuteorso long enough that he would recognise them from each other

    then empty quivering looseweave

        then the first reappeared although she was overlaid by what he deemed was  a strand of personality

              minute   faded

others followed in kind

    the first again another personality overlaying the portrait the original personality

others following in kind

 

first  yet another personality

                                    the others followed

when a fourth personality presented over the firsts  the original portraiture hewed darker to prevent it from becoming obscured

                          the portraits    palimpsests

GROTESQUE

                   the Grrls were grotesque

that striking realisation woke himhe opened his eyes didnt want them burned into his retinas he turned quickly onto his backstraightened out completely staringup at the gray ceiling

                                                                                     they did not follow

then confident

                 he closed his eyes  sighed

hypnagogic  nada     no show

he was relieved

he fell back to sleep

                       

                           fell  witnessed    other dream scenarios

overnight,  Tuesday, 13  5. 25

1150,  Tuesday

she raised her voice

Quit yelling at me

                    Talk

Don’t tell me what to do.

                               she was obviously intent on being heard  unwilling to listento hear what he had to say

as he entered her office   Shut the door. Have a seat.  closed the door didnt sit   No thank you  he stood in front of her desk

I said . . have a seat.

No thank you  I prefer to stand

I want you to sit.

                  he told her that morningshe knew  his back was bothering him  sitting exacerbated itChrist office he used  there was an sitting/standing desk  a footstool

I said sit. like a good dog   no treats apparent

his refusal wasnt provocation

                                                 she hit the jets

 

Don’t tell me what to do.

Im not

        If you want to talk Ill talk you wanna yell Ill be back or you can find me when youre able to talk

Who do you think you are?

he stepped forwardthighs bumped the face of her desk

                                                           Who do you think youre talkin to

her bugeyed glare was priceless

                                    When you can talk

he stepped back gingerlyturned around  left her office

left her MANAGER door open

                               better than rolling up a newspaper cracking her on the snout

a title does not make one superior to another

1859,  Monday,  12  5. 25

1047,  Tuesday,  13  5. 25

Screwed the pooch 

he said that out loud asif clearing his throat of an unwelcome plug of phlegm

                                                                                  then  again

not only did he fail to place water out to be embraced by the full Flower Moon last night  but dismallyfailed to place his daughters ashes in the moonlight

                                                    worse

he filled a glass pitcher with water and had removed her ashes from the wood box itd kill her to know she was contained in a Ziploc she was not fond of plastics that held her and set her on a copy of Joyces Finnegans Wake that he kept to the right of his studio desk

an unexpected a thoroughlyinvolved telephone call rang  it went better than threehours

he had to charge his phone

charging as he talked his back was to the desk

concluded  he went to bed

    this is a confession to the ether

                                         which he trusted more than religion

   

0919,  Tuesday,  13  5. 25

Esbjorn Svensson Trio  Definition of a Dog  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEMEjoCPRQQ