white turquoise

                 at Native Spirit Lodge it was the descriptionthe association with the white buffalo that sold him

he had a deep abiding affection for buffalo since he was a boy

 

he traveled to Wisconsin Janesville when he read an account of the birth of a white male buffalo threw together some clothing toiletry tent sleeping bag and lit out drove crosscountry

threefifty down the road it occurred to him he might want to call into work regarding his absence

pulling over to refuel he used a pay telephone 

                                                Yahhello Abigail he said to the receptionist  Would you take a message please  Yahright Joe  Im here somethings come up  I suspect Ill be out a week anif Im longer Ill call    Yes  Thank you

he pictured Abigailnot Abby at the telephone she had a habit of trying to hold the receiver between a crept shoulder and her ear the phone always slipped offaway and down  she captured it if thats accurate in her scoopedneck pullover it got hungup in her freakingamazing cleavage

he stuck around to watch her rescue it anevery time he found himself jealous of the inanimate object 

finally on more than two handfuls of occasions he emphatically told her that every time she lost the phone he was tempted to save it 

                  save it from suffocation

Abigail smiledreplied You’re all talk, Joe.

next time it slipped he dipped into her neckline played a bit with the phone with his fingersbrushed its supple surroundings

she didnt protest 

                 which led to some extraordinary games and playtimes  turns out Abigail was as fond of natural hot springs as he 

              anas fond of unbridledbridled sex as he

unfortunately she was looking for a serious relationship

he was not

 

he fondled the white turquoise pieces they were tumbled smoothed polished

he found one that he turned several times in his hand it reminded him of a buffalo in repose head left rump lifted lying in his palm in that pose it seemed animated it reminded him of when he laid eyes on the white calf 

                                                                                                         he leaned against the stout fence before the pasture where the buffalo had been born  hed been there nearly an hour  the herd he read was nearly twohunred head  feed had been scattered prior to his arrival and they ate an milled about

he stopped a ranch hand and the young man mentionedpointing to the tree line above the pasture  Beyond the trees was where the cow birthed and she often takes the calf up there. If she has, there was no telling when she might return. She been secretive, but that might be expected, this is her first calf.

he thanked him

 

it felt like another hour passed 

Aah nuts 

          hed return tomorrow

he started for the main gate several hunred metres off but after sixtyseventy something gripped himchanged his mind made him doubleback 

he returned to where he had been standing 

                                             anthen remarkably  like a stage curtain parting  the herd before him separated wandered sauntered to opposite side

forty metres off laid a white lamb  a cow buffalo stood just directly behind it

all he could think was how odd it was that a lamb was inside the compound by itself

                                                                                                 how odd was he 

it was the white buffalo

what a fantastic reveal

after a halfhour it stood and nursed then it stood with its mother wandered around her kicked it heels fell stood up kicked its heels again rushed towards the fence where he was pulledup halted  pranced back to his mother 

he watched until nearly nightfall

the same hand approached him and said they were closing since hed been the only one there they let him stay on usually the ranch closed at six so not to disrupt the herd though he said he thought hed never seen them more at ease

he thanked the young man waved to the calf and its mother yelled Thank you his yell didnt disturb the animals

he left 

      possibly the most fulfilled he ever felt except for his wedding and attending the birth of his children

 

the white turquoise had a nice heft to it it felt right in his hand

slips of paper were in the tray with the stones

WHITE TURQUOISE 

                      White buffalo is a remembrance of times past yet still remembered. So also is white turquoise. 

“And now the purple dust of twilight time/Steals across the meadows of my heart/High up in the sky the little stars climb/Always reminding me that we’re apart.”

 

he spent another day at the ranch but only caught glimpses of the white buffalo his mother had taken him up to the tree line and behind the hill

he left the following morning

 

two days after his crosscountry return sitting in his covey his spiteful work station Ya gotta do whaya gotta do he read in the LA paper that the day before the world-famous three-week old white buffalo and his mother were killed struck by lightning during a savage rainstorm

he folded the paper and set it down on his keyboard

he grabbed his coffee cup left his cubicle went through the tall swinging door into the lobby past Abigail up the staircase to the kitchen via a switchback ad hoc balcony above the lobby

he made then poured himself some black coffee and wandered out onto the balcony  

he watched Abigail from above

she looked up waved to him

he waved back 

she pulled her hair back with one hand

he sipped his coffee and spent probably five minutes absentmindedly watching Abigail work answering phone calls transferring them entering notation into her computer  watched her juggle and press her breasts together she was pale was a redhead 

                  he hoped she wouldnt be struck by lightning

1452,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  5. 21

1012,  Thursday,  20  5. 21

 

he didnt think about it before  he was confident George Lucas hadntknew damn well he hadnt

The Death Star

an ovum in the black space of a uterus is the original Death Star

for hunredsmillions of sperm it was a toxic deadly environment 

The Death Star ovum 

a single Lucas Skywalker proton torpedo sperm

a gamete holocaust

                       a fertile male human ejaculate contains between two and five milliliters(ml) of semen(averages about a teaspoon) . . in each ml there are normally 100 million sperm

                                                           a gamete holocaust

an don give him the best sperm succeeds penetrating the Death Star

she chooses

anas in Life

she chooses poorly

or the zygote mutates

monsters are born

obliviously sometimes

sometimes not

gametes get it

Really? Gametes get it?

Yup

Don’t yup and nod your head.

he loved arguing with himself

he yuppedhe nodded

Where do you get off . .

. . That gametes get it

                       Makes sense

Makes no sense; nonsense.

Thats because yare full of shitnot open to things unlike many of your cohorts 

If something is alive it is conscious A gamete is aliveHell even atoms are aware of other atoms

At an atomic level.

At an atomic levelyes Aninkind gametes in their atomic level as were in ours  Hence were conscious an on an on an on

I wont argue that their awareness is ours but you cant either because you cant know annot knowing means you cant saySo shut yer trap

maybe he or she swallowed their tongue

                                           they didnt reply or respond

a lone motile proton torpedo sperm meets The Death Star ovum tenthousand times larger an oooohoocyte is so big because it contains the nutrients – sounds legit just like a male gamete to showup emptyhandedglad-handing -- to support a growing embryo and the mitochondria to power its growth

YUP

     Lucas hadnt a fucking clue what occurred to him

he thanked his lucky stars yet again

approaching 1615-ishness,  Saturday,  8  5. 21

1312,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  5. 21

Hugo Kant  Leave Me Alone  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mhq8YTkorg 

Pillowfight  Get Your Shit Together  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Ogn7ZYCLRs

 

. . . an empty chamber . .

                         anas soon as he said it he knew his buddy would barkup the wrong tree  he hadnt been following his stream of consciousnesspreferring rather to paddle to the bank and escaperefusing to ride the flow

he flailed haplesslyignorantly

                               but people are welcome to their ignorance he wasnt one to try to change them he took them as they were not so much a concession  Not No he tried hard not to exert pity although he sighedaudibly he didnt excuse himself or cover his mouth 

empty chamber triggered that which was political in his buddy inadvertently tossing him a life preserver tossing him a bone he would think he deserved

hed come down on a particular aggravation they shared 

                                                           C-SPAN MSNBC though C-SPAN began it decades ago a House or Senate member addressing their respective chamber the camera staticcamera tight a presiding officer sitting above them as they stood at the lectern speechifying sometimes an aide turning visual aidsplacards off to a side which were professionally executed sharpclean lines bright colours   

he didnt guess where hed come down

                                        choosing not to listen to himhis rap but rather attentive to his own musing empty chamber it was reflexive like a physicians rubber mallet tapping his knee 

because he didntwasnt listening he didnt bide his time didnt bide the warning he gave him Pullback Think things through before you open your mouth Doncome down on the first troglodytefirst thing that traipsed across your mind dragging its knuckles

Theres a multitude of optionsother possibilities 

Exhaust them man before opening your trap

                                                but because he was reflexivebecause they usually viedtangledtumbled in political realms he went therewent off on performances before empty chambers where it was rare that either colleagues or detractors attended listened their words uttered committed to Record they spoke before disinterested clerks and a presiding member 

 

when he completed his tirade 

                              when he spent himself 

                                                     when he pleased himself he looked to him for acknowledgement and was visually dismayed finding him slowly shaking his head side to side rather than nodding

I understand how you got thereI do Wasnt wha I was talking about

You weren’t?

I wasnt

What were you talking about? You said empty chamber.

I did

Empty chamber, what empty chamber?

I was alluding to playing Russian roulette putting an empty chamber in the revolver as you press it to your skull and pull the trigger

Jesus Christ, that’s morbid.

Possibly  Though no more morbid than purposefully walking into one and addressing no one

 

approaching 1600-ishness,  Saturday,  8  5. 21

1127,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  19  5. 21

Ghostpoet  X Marks the Spot  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9K9gyTstAg

 

YEOW a machine dispensing paper 

                                   like he died and went to heaven in a manner of speaking  when he died hed be dead

he put his hand before a brightgreen electronic eye and it dispensed a ten-inch sheet of paper to dry his hands in the airport MENSroom  he swiped it a second time for more paperhe washed his hands up to his elbows

handsfree  a nice application which he could use either for drying his hands or for a sheet of paper

if this was available when he was a kid he would have been beside himself with joyhed have been elated and likely hed have pointed pointed pointed infatigable for paper paper paper sheet at a time per point

                                                                                            ACTUALLY it reminded him of his youngest daughter aboard a flight to California years ago  the little bars of soap single-servings  she believed the soap free so she stuffed her short sun pants with more bars than either he or his wife wanted to count

they placed the bars of soap in two starkwhite vomit bags that were placed in the netted pouch of the seatback before them and sent her packingwalking up the aisle to the flight attendant working their section of the aircraft

she screwedup her face mightily when they explained to her she would have to return them Honey, you don’t want someone to be unable to wash their hands after they went to the bathroom, do you?

she had to think about that

                           the unselfish greed of small children

                                                                   but they had to nip it in the bud before it ever had a chance to metastasise

1751,  Thursday,  13  5. 21

1500,  Twosday,  18  5. 21

Blind Faith  Do What You Like  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2IpqvvlT24 

 

he thought hed play the scenario in its traditional sense not that it was correct he was sure the sides swapped but as long as he kept things traditional he knew he wouldnt throw his buddy too far off 

                                                                                      he didnt wander well off the beaten path                           

as a matter of fact he was very Jeffersonian according to Gospel of Jefferson

Rejecting all organs of information therefore but my senses . . . They evidence realities; and there are enough of these for all the purposes of life, without plunging into the fathomless abyss of dreams & phantasms (which suggests Jefferson had them and they were vivid enough to catch his eyehis attention). I am satisfied, and sufficiently occupied with the things which are, without tormenting (?) or troubling (?) myself about those which may indeed be, but of which I have no evidence. 

he leaned heavily on unevidenced things 

                                           they appealed to him

Follow me now

You always think I have a hard time following y . .

. . Yado

I don’t.

Christ half the time you look like a deer caught in the headlights ya work too hard trying to keep up rationalising the unexpected rather than letting it flow over ya  flights of fancy of fantasy 

                                                                            Ya realise Ive begun this storypremise twice already Im hoping three times a charm

Give me a moment. You understand you come on gangbusters. A lot of people uncomfortable with others in their face.

Are you uncomfortable weve known each other thirty years

Ill tell you, even thirty years later you overwhelm me.

                                                        But you can’t help yourself.

No  I cant help you 

Lets try it again shall we 

                           Going traditional so I don throw you off the mark

Okay. Okay. Traditional.

Eminently traditional 

                       Guys are slob

I’m not a slob.

he rolled his eyes he continued to insist he wasnt a slob

                                                            Im not talking about you Im generalising

Ya remember we entered this foray about me making my bed every morn . .

. . Every morning? I don’t make my bed every morning.

he was sure his sigh was louder in his head than out of his mouth

                                                                      I do Lets segue If you had a date in the evening would you make your bed in the morningmaybe fresh sheets

What are my chances?

YARE GETTING LAID

I am? Definitely.

Okay then I wake every morning thinking Im going to get laid that night  Better

Do you really?

No 

      No Ive just made my bed every morning since I quit sharing a one with my brother as a matter of fact when I married I made the bed Ive always made my bed

So weve established having a made bed or an unmade bed  Okay

Okay. I follow.

his enthusiasm was bleeding out his coals were cooling 

                                                          Do me a favour now  follow an no more interruptions for explanations Q and A can follow if you can remember your questions

A guy invites a girl over to his place who he met at a bar 

                                                           he has no art on the walls no books are evident theres no turntable or records speakers couch is slovenly theres dirty dishes in the kitchen sink theres apparently damp towels lying on the bathroom floor  tub shower is dirty soapstreaked  from the bathroom she can glance diagonally into his bedroombeds unmade clothes lying on it on the floor 

                                                       A beer? he asks   she thinking shell need something stronger but he didnt offer  A beer would be nice, thank you. an afterthought I’ll take it in the can or bottle.  shes seen his place

he enters the livingroom with a couple of bottles of beer

                                                           he motions to the couch Have a seat.  

In a bit. I’ve been sitting most the evening; it’d be nice to stand awhile.

he does have coasters on the coffee table pushes one towards her

                                                                      Oh, man, there’s my checkbook, I’ve been looking for that. Excuse me, would you like something to nibble on? Chips, pretzels, mixed nuts?

That would be nice, yes, please.

I’ll be right back. he goes into the kitchen

she quickly set her beer down on a coaster and opens his checkbook 

                                                                         consistent five figures ledger page after ledger page  five figures 

So ya know wha she says

What does she says?

Yah Whadoes she say 

I don’t know.

Christ man 

            She says Yah, I can live with that.

Im not explaining the joke

 

1530-ish,  Saturday,  8  5. 21

1507,  Thursday,  13  5. 21

Stones  You Can’t Always Get What You Want  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUqSNbJuGOw

 

         he decided to take himself out behind the barnaround the block go for a spin  go wherever he ended up 

its been more than a year since he has 

Be Cool  Have a spectacular weekend 

Reggae Friday,  14  5. 21

Kamakawiwo’ole  Somewhere Over the Rainbow – What a Wonderful World  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-Ooxpz0Eqk

 

 

he drove Billy nuts mentioning metres

                                        It’s yards, yards! Quit with the stupid metres already.

Metres  Theyre more accurate

Jesus, Joe, Yards! You live in America.

Hey  America likes to think itself separate of the world but the rest of the world uses the metric system

The rest of the world can suck our dicks! It’s yards!

Thats such a good argument

                               Billys old man was a cop a tough guy  he beat welts on Billy and his younger brothers  beat welts on his wife 

                         You sound like your old man Billy

That’s not funny.

I didnt say it to be funny

they were riding their bikes to go fishing at Axehead Lake

Billy was always happier when he was outsideaway from home  he liked to go fishing even if they didnt catch anything

lots of pretty girls who borrowed their parents cars came to the lake to sunbathe on the grass around it

they assessed the fish would bite where girls who most appealed to them were lying

                                                                                         anif they were very cool  inobvious when the girls turned in the bright yellow sun they caught glimpses of white unsunned cleavage  sometimes an entire tit and sometimes the girls flashed them for a giggle

they didnt mind being made fun of

they got boners  or stiffies

                           Billy liked to call them stiffies

they never let onto another soul about the promised land they found

in their senior year Billy shot himself dead with his old mans service revolver at Axehead

 

1149,  Sunnyday,  23  8. 20

1010,  Thursday,  13  5. 21

Elton John  Sweet Painted Lady  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dd_162NOAOw 

YEOW 

     he hoped he didnt say that out loud  he lifted his eyes to a car that rolledupparked across the street from the coffee shop he sat outside of 

it had a really nice wood patio café tableschairs colourful umbrellas yawning overhead

when she stepped out of the car she didnt turnaround  she stood with her back to him a palegreen peekaboo lacedup pullover no bra tight fadedblue jeans sandals 

                                                the YEOW her ass  wha an ass                                                 

his quietsurreptitious glance grew wings an flew off somewhere an wha remained turned into a fullblown stare  not his usual

      although she wasnt usual either

when she turned aroundhe saw her turn in v e  r   y  slow-motion

                                                                      of course she wasnt  an of course before his consciousness caughtup she found him lookingLOOKING HARD at her

Awwell  all he could do was smile an nod 

                                            there was no withdrawingtaking back his stare he tried to remember the last time he got caught like that  highschool

she cut him a breaksmiled  nodded back 

                                           then came across the street gangbusters directly towards him

he figured she had to know she was attractive  coming or going

Hiya! she said  I think I know you.

No you don an Im not apologising 

                                   Yare a very attractive woman anya caught me flatfooted  I wasnt expecting you

Goodness, thank you.  a breeze swept her blondehair across her tanned faceBLUE eyes  she ran her fingers through the loose plaitpulling it asideheld it out of her eyes  she laugheddidnt cover her mouth  I'll cut you some slack.

Thank youthank you very much  I want you to know I was looking with appreciation  Frankly its been a bit since Ive been as arrested

Oh, stop, you’re too sweet. 

                            she grinneddimples

I am not sweet  I rather prefer to be honest my parents ate their young if they lied

Well, um, thank you again; you’ll have to excuse me, I’m meeting someone.

Certainly  Have a fine day ya made mine

Stop, you’re killing me with kindness.

An yare just killing me

she laughed out loud a pleasant happy bark an went around to his left behind him into the shop

 

You couldn’t introduce me? 

                            his buddy was sitting to his right across the table

I didnt introduce me 

                      Besides  I forgot you were there

She’s a real looker.

Understatement  Blew me out of the water

I think I know her. I think she works over at the gym . . think she's divorced too, has a couple of little girls.

They have the girls

No, I think she has custody. Her husband’s a fireman here in town, he played around on her.

Her and his kids

Oh. Yeah, I suppose; her and the kids.

A real piece of shit

You draw a pretty severe conclusion for not knowing him.

Cheat on your family yare a piece of shit

Anyway . . Looking at her I was thinking of my boy, he’s not so happy in his marriage, I bet you she could make him happy.

No

No? 

     What are you talking about?

No isnt talking  Nos no

You telling me she couldn’t make you happy?

No she couldntshe could if she wanted to have sex but she does strike me as a woman interested in fucking  Shed want more she has children shes young

I’m just saying then, she could make my son happy, and I think he could make her happy.

No

Would you quit saying no, you’re exasperating.

Better exasperating than being stupid

What are you talking about? I’m just saying.

Wha exactly are you saying 

                             because I think yare full of shit too  Your son is married and has two children  Why the hell would he leave his marriageyoull excuse me  sling a sack full of shit over one shoulderwife and children then commit to sling a second sack of shit over his other shoulder  Her and her children

Really? You’re likening them to sacks of shit? Pretty rude, man, not appealing.

No reason to make your imagined foray appealing  Your sons exwife an children will always be in his life an her ex-husband an children will always be in hers  Them in that equation is slim pickingssuddenly a family of two plus four plus two Eight  Follow   Catch my drift 

You’re not a romantic, are you?

Romantic  Aint nothing romantic about four estranged adults and four children  Ya out of your fucking mind

I gotta tell you, you’ve got some real . hard . . edges.

Yah an two sacks of shit have soft boundaries supple  molding to your body 

Blended families Gawd bless em  Few and far between Id imagine  It seems to me one shouldnt make a vow if they cant keep it  Anif they cant then they are obligatedparticularly if they have children  to see them to adulthood  on their own   Then yacan go play

You don’t see the difficult picture you’re painting. 

Listen man 

            Nobody forced them to get marriednobody forced them to have children  As my Maw would say  Ya made your bed, now sleep in it.

 

1530-ishness,  Saturday,  8  5. 21

1332,  Day-betrween-Two-Ts,  12  5. 21

Pillowfight  Get Your Shit Together  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocjP1mrZ008 

 

sometimes he liked a womans name more than her

before a reader gets their panties in a knot meant for men toothough they might roil that theyre wearing panties  buckup    Toodamnbad

              to be fair physical attraction preceded all else

doneup women may have had great appellationsapples too but doneup done them in he preferred freshscrubbed natural women raw  as is

                       sashimi  sasheme

Kayla Hearttongue

                   whas not to like

Shelly Content

Cherry Pricket

Kayla Shelly Cherry  truly 

                              one by  one he asked Truly   Yes.   Truly your name yare not yanking my leg   Why would I yank your leg?   he agreed  Yah rather ya yanked something other than my leg   Does that line work for you?   Its not a line a statement of fact yaint gonna meet someone as honest as me Ill neverever lie  Ya might not like wha Ill say but I got no time to blow hot air up yer skirtnot that Id mine but no time for lies

Content Hearttongue Pricket

                                if he could have gotten the three into the sack at one time hed die a happy man

nobody would have been able to get that leering smile off his face

good thing then he was to be crematedHuh

1500-ish – pretty stoned,  Saturday,  8  5. 21

1642,  Twosday,  11  5. 21