a homage to March 16ths Narleans Dylan an Hendrix

in the Spring Everything reaches up an  up   an    up

raw nerveendings sprout out of the ground an clutch at the reams of baby-blue atmosphere like a river rushing over them that takes their hands that yanks the plants by their hair pulling hard
                                                         it bruises them an they try hard to hide them
with bright-green leaves an coloured blossoms with spectacular profusions of make-up fresh-tipped fingerlings
that selfconsciously immaturely wonder  whisper   How do I look

Magnificent  is purred

Nono Really   Please

No pleases necessary

                   You look refreshed  Rambunctious  Id eat my dinner off your belly

Id eat it from between your legs with my fingers

pushing an pulling  sucking up every morsel

 

Id lick every delight from my fingers an wrists

Id savor each an every nuance

smell  every  perfume

 

an as the candled sunlight quivered in the west 

                                        becoming saturated    Id be anxious again

for tomorrows dinner an tomorrows tomorrow an tomorrows tomorrows bone an marrow

its warmed gobs of honey and tart seeds

pale under heady smoke

an the aroma of dusk

 

1900,  Thursday,  17  3. 16

she sat on her fat ass behind the marbled glass munching a cookie sipping her coffee

it wasnt eight oclock yet

he said Happy Saint Paddys Day

Oh yeah  Thanks

he thought she must really be miserable couldnt return a happy day if her life depended upon it  A stick in the mud
Oh well

Im here to have a lab run

Nose to the grindstone  Name

he glimpsed her name  Michelle  hed met some cute Michelles some fullbodied Michelles but she was neither and with that sneer on her puss that distaste that misery loves company come join me  he hoped she was the endgame of all Michelles never to have to read or hear her name again  Though another would be a step up out of the gutter

he wanted to tell she shouldnt let her face get her down but when working her makeup with a putty knife before the mirror on a workday morning she already knew that and didnt try to alleviate her gall or depression by smiling

Decidedly she had a choice in the matter

so he smiled REAL BIG at her  but she let it fall on the counter under her elbow her fingers still gripping a large chocolate chip cookie

Name

Yes   My last names Scott  S-C-O-T-T

Tap  tap  tap  taptap the keyboard replied
I dont see you in the system

This is my third time here Youve helped me before

Last name

Scott

 

S-C-O-T-T

Yes correct

You didnt say that

I didnt say what

Scott S-C-O-T-T You spelled it S-O-C-T-T

I spelled my name wrong

Yes  Its S-C-O-T-T

Are you fucking kidding me

her eyes bugged Excuse me excuse me

Theres no need for profanity I dont have to listen to your filthy language . .

                                                           . . Youre pay grade suggests otherwise
You seriously believe I dont know how to spell my name Not that you erred entering it

I did not  I know exactly what I heard Exactly what you said  she glared

Michelle he wanted to tell her Go to Helle Youve had your name for awhile like me Would you care to spell your name for me because like myself you can spell your name rote without thinking because youve been with it your whole life and also like me the last time you probably misspelled it was when you were a kid learning to print it

I print now rather than using cursive but that doesnt mean Ive reverted to my innocence

Michelle  You entered it incorrectly  A stutter in your fingering perhaps

 

she hadnt a wedding band so he assumed her finger stuttered plenty  A finger in her pie for pleasure  It was a good thing he held onto it by its tail keeping it from jumping down onto her desk and pawing unmercifully lasciviously at her enormous tits tits that couldnt be had without a conspicuous intake of sweets and fat grease tits that might intrigue piglets recent weaners to suckle

enraged her hand trembled slightly though enough to topple a chocolate chip from her cookie

they caught one another looking down at it still rocking on the counter

I know what I heard you say

I know you heard what I said  You can to be grateful you cant hear what Im thinking  Your coordination in the moment was skewed  You misstroked

I know how to spell my name

she glared harder

he smiled reached through partition snatched up the lonely chocolate chip laying on the counter and popped it into his mouth

 

smacking his lips jutting his tongue out between them sure his tongue was chocolate stained  finished he said  Michelle its a good thing I didnt have to fast for this blood test huh

I cant wait to tell my Mommie I forgot how to spell my name again

1336,  Thursday, Happy Saint Paddy’s Day!,  17 3. 16