He said “Without the warmth of a woman in the room I couldn’t live.”

the other man listened

--   You havent anything to say

--   Yes

I could

--   Yes  You could have something to say in response  or you could live without a 

womans warmth

--   I could live without her warmth

in a room

--   You could live without a woman

--   I live without a woman  though prefer not living without women

--   You dont have one

--   Have

--   I have a woman

--   You own  possess  a woman

Does she know you think you  own her

--   I provide for her

--   As she provides for you

 

--   No 

 

I provide for her 

--   She doesnt provide you

  

--   Not as I provide for her

--   Ah the Warmth she provides you warmth  And since it got the ball rolling perhaps she also provides you affection  What else would make the room youre in with her warm  Oh the dinners she prepares or perhaps the heat from the fresh laundry of yours she has done

I think she provides you amply  

Would you agree

--   Shes obliged

--   Because you have  own her

 

--   This is ridiculous

--   Then

are you ridiculous

--   Because I cant live without the warmth of a woman

--   In a room

--   Are you intent on badgering me

--   Im intent upon your declaration and inability to  live  without a womans warmth

as if her preoccupation were to warm you  tender you  care for you as you enjoy what

ministrations you will

without  and not without evidence

of warming her

--   We are from separate times

--   We are indeed

And apparently I am capable to care for myself without  Mother

Unlike you I would not suffer the extension of Mother through another woman anymore

than I would suffer Mother as an independent young man or middleaged and older

Is this our separation

--   Perhaps then  you havent met the right woman

--   If what ensues in a right woman  is the kind of woman you prefer at a leash

I have

And I have let them to themselves

I was uninterested

I remain uninterested

--

--

--   Then  we confirm  To each his own

--   For once I would agree with you

1049,  Friday,  31  10. 14

When you spend too many years incountry

you pay considerable attention to the smallest details surrounding you

and those things  slyly  flag themselves as unusual for where you find them

the dangerous things were gone now

but his keen attention hadnt waned

frankly 

            it remained his best friend 

  

other friends hadnt stuck around

they werent as keen

at the end of a row of bushes  specifically  a hedge

there was a burst  a sudden metallic shimmer

then gone

a Materialist  he knew something betrayed itself

and some things would always be curious to him

walking on  he took an angle out away from the shard of light

not demonstrably

not that he didnt look as if he were simply meandering   or distracted

it was critical to surprise the Surprise

at the rows end he turned sharply to face it
tense
naturally assuming a crouched position
his antennae extended
sweeping the arc which consumed him directly and peripherally

nothing ticked his bodily Geiger–Müller counter

nothing threatened him

a soft warm breeze came up a gangway between two Craftsman houses an tangled 
an wiggling among the roots of the hedge were a crumpled pack of Camels an

tin from three sticks of chewing gum

trash

he laughed

if trash could set him off he was still in a good place  wary  alert  turning recourses

his family and friends were concerned for his immediate brusqueness

cautioning him to relax
they didnt understand he relaxed effulgently when he could and while he was alone

it was not the  loneliness they sought to assign him as much it were the roles they wanted him to play

which he wouldnt

so a tic remained
inside him

not a clocks tick  

but a tic  which he knew eventually would either be rescinded

or shriek an roar as the marbled red flame stoking his boiler

they had taught him preparedness when he was a boy

why would they try and back him off it now

Time

   

           only Time would tell
                                                                                            

and he was listening

2019,  Twosday,  28  10. 14       

They were . . .

          

                                                                                  an unfortunate

                                                                                                                  assembly

                                                                         e                                                                                                                                   n

                                                                 s

                                                             e

                                                        m                                

                                                    m         

                                                u

                                            m

                                       b

                                    l                                                                                                

                               e

which hurt the heart to see                                                                                                                   

                                                especially for anyone who bore the wit    for witness

they were hopelessly tied at the hips  the three

the alert one intently eyeing and capturing everything she spied

and trying  spasmodically  to get it all out ataonce

that she saw from under her blunt dark bangs

it seemed likely her brain never once evoked a limit to singular things

and its despotic collusion

                                           fervently made collisions of her anxiety and feveredness   

who worked themselves madly in her sharp green eyes

                                                             the oblivious one

insidiously taxed the alert one

he was utterly careless

without boundaries

although fast to agitation when his oblivion was interrupted

and particularly if prying eyes fell on the ample third of their clutch

                                                                                 oblique jealousy was then his raiment

a physical juggernaut   his Now spearhead

his face was wounded and bruised

its scars  testament to the fiery surliness he possessed that did not need provocation

anymore then him knowing it needed to be mete

         

a brilliant redhead   

a consuming flame at a matchs head

                                                                                                               and lastly the third

the ensembles anchor angel and warm loam

its Earth goddess   Pietà

sexual   and obese

                                                                                                   

her beatific face was unsettlingly  and small against the rest of her head 

its blueblack matted hair

and surfeit jowls

             

She was who he coveted

and somehow  extraordinarily  knowing this covetedness

not that she should

she relentless plied her sexuality with a childlike innocence and provocative ease

as if she would take all comers and afterwards lick her fingers one by one having eaten

with her hands

they hadnt a choice of their inborn circumstances

they were results

and walking by them

upsetting them with his presence and his only momentary involvement       his Hello

Its a fine day isnt it

  

in that brief while  kindly deflecting her seduction  effacing his aggression  calming 

her fever   he worried

                                        worried that the many passersby  either making wide berth

averting their eyes or skirting  ignoring them altogether

minimizing them 

that they felt That

 

and That made their bonds all the more impenetrable 

                                                                                               and more desperate

they let his invasion pass unscathed

and immediately outside their sphere

he disappeared

unwitted

into their yellowcarameled light of late afternoon

  

1650,  Monday,  27  10. 14

1303,  Tuesday,  28  10. 14