21.10.16



he wasnt anal
           never cared much for that remark assessment(didnt care for the word) for anyone

least of all himself


his distinct sense his overwhelming sense of space level equilibrium and balance were perceptions he developed and honed from years bent over drafting boards and tables working t-squares and triangles creating mechanical and architectural drawings for school

he saw things differently than people who were unaccustomed to seeing hidden details

it was a matter of perspective


not anal


but he could supposed 
                 one persons anal was anothers pain in the ass



usually the accusation of being anal was rudely proffered and by someone who tended towards sloppy

likely if they kept their mouths shut their work wouldnt then have been compared or their sloppiness more apparent

but they just couldnt help themselves

their attempt to embarrass and/or shame the other dumped the embarrassment and/or shame on them

they projected


virtually all the work he did during his twenties thirties and forties were rarely compared to others 

the idea or the personification of projection was alien

he had difficulty wrapping his head around it

it didnt go off like a starburst for some time but when it did unfortunately it didnt blind him it swept clean his vision as a laser corrected nearsightedness farsightedness and/or astigmatism

sadly 
    once having gone there he couldnt come back and not see

he struggled with not being naïve not being ignorant


he was harsh to begin with

he became harsher

he habitualised the phrase I am sorry to say
                                  then he proceeded to say


he didnt win very many friends


he wasnt looking for friends



fact was friendly 
     



0003,  Thursday,  20  10. 16

20.10.16



she was everything he never found interesting in a woman
                                              individually
a long stretch of a woman

blonde

short cropped hair

              Then . . .



she looked like a newborn fawn

and deer meat served him only when he couldnt get elk

she was as urban as he was rural  

San Pellegrino to his wellwater or fast flowing creek

lobster to river crawdads


when he introduced himself she said she was Linda Moore

Moore  That could be plenty enough

she laughed and didnt cover her mouth

he shook loose some part of her breeding

he smiled broadly 
               Your laughter sounds like sweetwater breaking over rocks

she blushed

he didnt think she blushed often


his first spy of her was from behind

the bottom of her cheeks peeked out from her shorts

few women could pull that off

he liked her spine  exposed  running between her short top and soft short

when she turned to his Excuse me

blazed across her breasts in sparkled font
                                 B I T C H


America was performing at the hydrofoil speedcourse on Key Biscayne

he wanted to go

he wanted to take her

he asked if shed like to go

she said yes


they roiled together madly for a couple three months

she stayed on campus for classes in a private suite but on weekends she lived in a condo on Miami Beach

he introduced her to hashish

she introduced him to wine iced champagne and caviar

he was her diamond in the rough

she wanted to cut and polish him

that wasnt going to happen

he told her it wasnt

Well see

No  Youll see

his tshirts and blue jeans werent her style

when she finally swallowed it  

that was their end



she wanted him to keep the two silk suits she bought for him

he did

he wanted her to keep the blue jeans the coloured bandannas she tied at her throat and the rawhide elk bone and Indian bead bracelet

she did




he couldnt speak for her
                    but Time couldnt erode his memory of their time together whenever he heard America



1944,  Saturday,  8  10.  16
1539,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  10. 16
America  Ventura Highway https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjgCqbPGq2A