28.11.17




jimmycrackcorn
onomatopoeia
comeoniwannalayya
AhHa Whiiieeee?
 
dont askI aint saying
                 an dont be glibtry telling me we didnt descend from terrible reptiles

as I write this Im wiggling free of my reptilian brain a tight fit yet fitted to my form an its hard to imagine something I like more than formfitted fit female forms(a mouthful  yaah)




        he was provoked
 
                 if he didnt get it out of his head via his mouth via ink from his pen via writing with light etched by WORD itd fester
               ever have a deep wood splinter?
too deep to dig out with a flamesterilised needle  you could opt for a razorknife  less nimble   more blood  cant see the splinter for the bloodtrees  so you let it work itself out eventually  an when it finally erupts through the tender wound a man somewhat gains the flavorempathy for a woman giving birth  he at last passes something out of his body that wasnt there to begin with 

the splinter erupted!
                 typically he could get the end of it between his teeth(nobody carries tweezers) an pull it out the rest of the way   whew     what a singularly pleasant reliefnearly erotic  very nearly anticipating the next time     nearly

its out  he was no worse for wear 
                             he wished he could reverseengineer the process that resulted in jimmycrackcorn
it wasnt Burl Ivess song(Burl should never have worn white -- he rivaled a Goodyear blimp)  he slipped into the dry sauna at the gym stoked its thermostat with a splash of water stripped off the raggedy tshirt he sweated through lifting then took the second bench besideanabove the heating element  he sighedclosed his eyes BAM  jimmycrackcorn onomatopoeia comeoniwannalayya AhHa Whiiieeee? without a pen or paper he began muttering it over an over again a yogis mantra  to invest it to his memory so when he finally emerged he could write it down

he might easily have been induced by his DNA his embedded algorhythms which shocktalked squawked chitlins ‘n grits ‘n Bear it Sylvesters Sufferin succotash Sam-I-Ams green eggs ‘n ham   
                                                       but he didnt think that was it
we arent programmed not just yet to reengineer or replay our synapses shock an aweaw yaah baby  we ought to try to be content that it even occurred  a wild bedspring sproonging an unimagined imagining 

we dont have to know the whim or why  an he for one dug that when the shit went down it went down all around an over him
        a terrific baptism


bone up mates

1353,  Monday,  27  11. 17
1119,  Twosday,  28  11. 17
Burl Ives  Blue Tail Fly (Jimmy Crack Corn)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rr4jeaaVGCA
Ann-Margret  Beans and Chocolate  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChGxwRq3YcI
he saw the above as a oozingbleeding palimpsest

27.11.17





she was keen on texting  :  I love you so much

he  notsomuch  :  I prefer hearing you tell me so


often his texts would hang out in s p a c e or wherever it was texts stayed while waiting to be read for hours


it wasnt communicating

communication is spontaneous a give-an-take often its excitement made one talk over the others words one talk over everyones words  sometimes belligerently  to be heard above the din


it seemed if she didnt like what he texted one would assume she opened it
                                                            she didnt respond
                                                                                                           


he told hershe must rememberhe told her so many times it irritated him  it had to irritate her  hearing him saying it again and again   Its not so much what people tell you  its what they do

he didnt hang his hat on anyones words


:  So youre saying you dont trust me

:  Im saying if I can I have to verify what you say  Our perceptions will always be different even if its just a matter of degrees  Up close that degree isnt much  Half block away that degree goes utterly wide misses its target

he texted that hours ago


hed bet when she finally texted him itd be about something else  as if he never texted what he did
despite it recorded in her fone

itd make no sense for him to reiterate what he said before addressing the new bit she chose to share with him
it was buried under other communications

out of sight out of mind

as if her memory her recall was disabled



when is a disability a matter of avoidance


:  Im not good with confrontationyou know that


:  An you know I confront everything  blatantly             
   You know I do so there’s no confusion, we know exactly where we stand


:  It’s always an argument with you.

:  If asking you a question or questions is argumentative
   Then I have to agree with you
   In good conscience I can’t blindly offer you my opinion without knowing the context

   You also know that about me


:  Sometimes I can’t talk to you.

:  This aint talking
   I don’t know how you confuse the two




that was yesterday afternoon

he was within twentyone minutes of todays afternoon

relatively he only received texts from her

he could check his Inbox

he could check his Message details

he could read the Date an Time she texted  :  I love you so much


maybe that would console him



maybe not


1025,  Sunday,  26  11. 17   
Tricky  You Don’t Wanna  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqJX_fevm78

26.11.17





his message was etched in precise black bold letters on a harsh white sandwichboard background

he looked appropriately disheveled  unshaven   wild hair rheumy eyesbeen smoking just a wee bit of grass


he looked properly dystopian
THE END IS CUMMING


Youah  misspelled coming


Iah  didnt

1249,  Monday,  20  11. 17
Tom Petty  Dont Cum Around Here No More  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPKi3yFmBM4