Get Out and Vote

hed been dead for ten years

                              and if not for his intestinal fortitude a stubborn streak a mile wide his rotting might have been fullfilled

the incorruption his enthusiastic undertaker touted(lied) was bought hook line and sinker by his grieving family

he wasnt there to counsel them

the undertaker without flinching pitched  These new techniques frankly will keep your father as fresh as a daisy

A hermetically-sealed coffin (What were they thinking hermetically hermit had they ever known him to be a hermit he loved poking his finger in Lifes eye how could they buy into a secret seal purportedly devised by the mythic Hermes Trismegistus  Gizmo    Christ    They must really have been hurting) (Excuse the interruption) . . . a hermetically-sealed coffin carefully fitted inside a burial vault will keep it and your father from degradation 

Many of our modern vaults have capsules which can store personal messages to your loved one  They also have an identification scroll in their carapace

Personally if I may I recently sniff buried my fathersniffsniff  and what we attempt is nothing less than to commemorate the whole of their lives sniff And this commemoration as our fathers lives were happen  only   onceOnce  as there will never be another one like them

Hence  please understand I am not hyperbolic when I use the word commemoration    

They have happened only once in Time 

he would have thought for sure when the undertaker was unable to wipe that smug smile off his face that his family would recognise there is no such thing as the perfection he preached and promised 

when one thing is wrong 

it wouldnt be the only thing wrong

but he supposed he commiserated his family never did take him at his word or to heart when he said that nothing was perfect

the irritation it had been to him while he was alive Perfect Perfect the word purring in ones mouth there was no such thing as perfect despite its endless lip service

nothing was perfect

or at least nothing touched by human hands   

he was going to have to be Houdini Unchained and on roids to get the hell out of this

then not to his surprise or consternation the long war began as soon as he was lowered into his plot NO nestled in his concrete prophylactic that chaffed Mother Earths womb raw  

                                               he began to slowly spoil

aboveground his family couldnt possibly know

behind closed doors the polished successful undertaker quietly snickered as he counted their money on top of his very sober and serene desk

     later  

              and maybe he wouldnt have been exhumed by his family if they hadnt inadvertently heard that the undertaker was being prosecuted for several fraudulent cremations

(Nothings perfect)  

people really dont know what human ashes look like much less how much ash a human body makes

and if it wasnt for a familys three-legged dog who evidently upset a three-legged wall table toppling and shattering a ceramic urn and the pair of fresh flower vases to either side of it and the ashes mixed with the water and the slurry in the familys three-day weekend absence hadnt hardened into a concrete platter 

the pups pawprint contained within  sealed the deal

he might never have been exhumed

then on a sullen November morning he felt the scratching of a backhoe above himEureka

he wanted to cross his fingers but didnt fearing they might come undone from his fist(he needed them for a more important matter than hope)

he felt clots of earth above him cleaved and tumble he felt the freeing nature of fresh air curling and circulating on his revealed vault lid

had he breath in his lungs he would have gasped as his coffin was lifted suspended and danced on a steel cable strung from the backhoes bucket he would have gasped as his coffin alighted onto the bright green sod behind his four-foot granite gravemarker he would have giggled as the top of his coffin was solemnly fiddled with  then creaking as it was unfolded

if he had the breath in his lungs he would have shouted Get out of my way as he lurched up at his hips still intact and stood on questionable legs horrifying officials and his family gathered

Get the fuck out of my way he would have cried I gotta go

I have a vote to cast

1118,  Sunday,  23  10. 16

1111,  Monday,  24  10. 16

http://www.timesfreepress.com/news/local/story/2012/feb/12/horror-in-noble/70497/

http://www.wilbert.com/store/burial/burial-vaults/premium-protection/

Alice Cooper  I Love the Dead  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNou0R7rCM0

Jesus  Christ if that wasnt a kick in the teeth         

                                    Giselles look    Christ man alive

fingering through an old photo album his parents sent him black and white grade school shots classroom pictures he recognised Giselle in his first grade sweetheart Janet  he stood beside her  he remembered angling to make sure it happened and refused to be moved from her side by either his teacher or the photographer for aesthetic reasons

he wouldnt budge

they grinned luridly(if lurid could be ascribed to firstgraders) in the picture

Janet had him by four five inches dark brown hair blunt bangs a Dutchboy cut

Giselle was in Janets features her haircut despite Giselles Mediterranean coloring

they didnt meet until he was 20

she was an obsessed oversexed 18not that hed complain

dark nipples

small aureoles

maybe threequarters of an inch erect could put his eye out a breasttype he was familiar with on Asian girls Japanese and Chinese girls who tagteamed him in a black hash hazenot that hed complain

Giselle happily shared him

the girls lived on the same floor

looking at her  straightlaced  one wouldnt guess her open sexuality her unpossessiveness

she treated him as if he was a banquet an all-you-can-eat smorgasbord

he recalled there was a knock at the door that Giselle bounded from bed naked to answer  quiet voices 

stoned  they sounded to him like sighs between palm fronds

the door closed and Giselle called in that she was going to jump into a quick shower

he called out that hed join her

she laughed she said No  I dont think so

a Japanese woman appeared in the bedroom doorway

she barred it Xd it extending her hands and feet to the door jamb

he laid in bed mildly curious the sheet covering his hips

then confused 

           he smiled boyishly  You dont have to worry about blocking the doorway I dont think Ill run away

behind her he thought he heard the front door open and shut again but the sound was lost behind Giselles shower and her singing  she actually had a good voice

Hey Joe my names Yuki

Hellloo Yuki

stepping into the bedroom she pulled her floral print blouse off over her head keenly slipped her shorts off scarcely missing a stride and coming over to him wearing only cotton panties she straddled his leg

she grasped his thigh her fingertips deliciously just under the edge of the sheet

she smiled and breathed deeply through her nose  exhaled

Hey Joe  Jimi

Yes Hendrix

he felt her distribute her flyweight on his knee and gently begin to grind against it  

the tip of her tongue worked itself out of her mouth like an aroused inchworm

he went to sit up but she looked him back down  

a soft no curled out of her mouth from between her pursed lips

fascinating

her nipples grew hard and pointed  like Giselles

he grew hard moved the sheet with his cock as Yuki deliberately maddeningly ground herself on his knee

he could feel her warmth her moisture through her panties

Fine he muttered  he let go of his spine  intentions  exhaled  relaxed  shut his eyes

Yukis hand went to his cock

she ran her palm up and down its length

he pursed his lips breathed shallow

then the bed creaked  

weight added to his left

Giselle was still singing in the shower

he lazily lasciviously cracked his eyelids

he saw a small Chinese woman

her proportions surprised him

she shed all her clothes beside the bed

And you are he mused

Ai

Ai  Aiyaiyai

on all fours one hand between his legs just under Yuki soft touch Ai leaned forward and whipped his chest with her long ponytail  then drew back trailing it across his belly

Ai laid on his leg 

the top of his foot was against her soft space 

she laid her head on his hip opposite Yukis slow hand

she nuzzled him through the sheet when Yuki pushed his cock towards her  then Yuki retracted him

he closed his eyes again visualised them looking down from the ceiling

their breaths quickening sounded like wind reed music

reaching down he captured Ai by her hair Yuki by the wrist  A moment he whispered tamping down coals

sighs  soft laughter  but neither stopped rubbing themselves against him

the room began to fill with their scents  like sunwarmed flowers

a coolness swept into the room

opening his eyes he saw Giselle at the foot of the bed bookended by his flushed playmates

she smiled like a wolf

she walked to Yukis side ran her hand in her hair at the back of her head tugged it back and kissed her openmouthed as she ran her thumb over Yukis taut nipple

Yuki shivered

then she crossed the foot of the bed to Ai

Ai rose onto all fours

Giselle slipped her hand between Ais legs and slowly rubbed her the whole time whispering Ah So sweet So very sweet

after what seemed like an eternity she slapped Ai hard on the ass

it sounded like a gunshot

Ai caught her breath and exhaling ooohed

Giselle walked up beside the bed and looked down on him  Having fun

he smiled and nodded

she didnt towel off drips of water fell from her Dutchboy

she yanked the sheet off him and with lioness agility she turned artfully throwing her leg over his face and lower her hips to his mouth

he took Giselle by the hips and supped and sucked

Giselle took him in her mouth greedily

then it wasnt her mouth then it wasnt that mouth then Giselles then the other the other the other other other Giselles the other other Giselles other then the bed shifted at once it Heaved and he felt himself enter Ai or Yuki  a soft bucking  Giselle sat more upright  he couldnt see past her  then she got off him and the other replaced her straddling him reversed  then he saw over Giselles back Yuki stand  she was looking down at Ai  her shoulders working she had Ai by the head Ai was taking her with her mouth  Giselle craned forward and rocked herself on his mouth and pushed pushed pushedgasped  she came

                           fine madness

                                                  sexual madness

Christ man alive  what grade school pictures provoked

1742,  Thursday,  20  10. 16

1207,  Saturday,  22  10. 16

Alice Cooper  Schools Out  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99VyAkLoI6c

he didnt take any pleasure in calling his mother his parents ignorant

he had respect for them

but respect was a two-way street

they were adults

he was an adult

that was the ground he played on

he had difficulty understanding why they would hold him to a child a teenagers role

obviously he would always be their son

but hed been a man longer than he was ever a child

hell  his parents told him the family wouldnt have been what it was if he wasnt who he was

he was the eldest

he wasnt a child long

particularly not when his father fell ill several times several months at a time

they didnt know him

they didnt know her

they had been together eight years

his mother slipped during their conversation and that spun into when "she"(she didnt have a name she was she or her) when she got what she wanted out of him shed move along

then he could move along too

he didnt know what she was talking about to what she alluded

he told her anyone who hadnt got what they wanted out of another human being likely would have moved on long before eight years had passed

To put a fine point on it  they have been eight happy years

So what do you think she Im using your affected nomenclature what do you think shes wants

You know

Sex  Because I give her all she can handle

gaspYou should be ashamed of yourself talking to me like that

Ill talk to you in the manner you deserve as I would talk to anyone Your parenthood doesnt give you an edge a pass

YOU KNOW

Who are you Donald Trump broad undisciplined accusations broad strokes undetailed What does she want that infuriates you

Oh  you know

Enlighten me

Im not having this discussion

Youre not having this discussion because you cant say You cant say except you know  If you know spit it out

Im not having this discussion Ill hang up if thats what you want

Youll hang up on me

I wanna know what you know is

I called to talk

Ill hang up

You know what you know but you wont say Evasive mom really ignorant Open your mouth and say  Im a big boy

I havent been under your roof in decades

Ive raised children

Ive mourned my wife

Ive prevailed

What

. . . . . . . . . . she hung up

      he laughed   made a joke  in the silence preceding her hanging up did he hear her say Beam me up Scotty

he supposed dead air was not only his mothers utter evasion  but her ignorance

he laid the receiver back in its cradle

twoishness,  Thursday,  20  10. 16

Sona Jobarteh and Band  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ig91Z0-rBfo 
reminiscent of David Crosbys The Great Planet Earth Rock and Roll Orchestra released February ‘71