with nothing in mindwhich was an accomplishment

                                                   four minutes past midnightgreeting the new day was anything cookin

he was a greeter  once upon a time in a radicallydifferent life he might have worked for WalMart  served time in Hell

he was good at it

                 which is why he flexed muscles imposed his curiosity dealt his insights and perceptions to customers at a local liquorstore 

he greeted them by their names

they didnt know if they liked that

he made them like it

despite themselves

 

with nothing in mind 

                      he had given himself ten minutes to come up with something it was eleven past midnighthe better get a move on rather his brain had better 

FUCK YOU. 

          Ahgood still have a partner 

MISSED THE BOAT. FOURTEEN PAST.

Maybe in the morning

IF WE’RE STILL HERE.  

In the morning

LOVE YER OPTIMISM.

 

0004,  Sunday,  13  6. 21

 

                  everything 

                            everything  had an aura tonight    Everything embedded with light

in  bed  with  light 

he knew he was exactly where he should be there was nowhere else  to be

                                                                                  to Be

he couldnt have been anywhere else 

                                       which confirmed for the hunredth timethe thousandth time

he was right to leave

I’d like you to meet my son, Joe. When he grows up he’s not going to live here, he’s moving away to live somewhere else. 

     Where? No. He can’t say. Just going to live somewhere else.

 

when he got married West Side Story Somewhere was sung 

                                                                 he happened somewhere

like him she sought Somewhere too 

                                           Somewhere else

where they found light

where light was accompanied by rainbowed auras   canyonsounds had echoes

then the lights went out

 

it was hard for him to know exactly where he was

                                                                   for years 

this evening bathed in an exquisite cool breeze Luna was two days in a new moon silverwhite slivered  looked like a slick scimitar

yesterday Venus trailed herthey were exceptional close he watched them go behind the hills that formed the horizon

tonight Venus led the way 

                           flickering  yelloworangamber hued orangyolkamberred tingedRED gone

all the while embraced by her octopusmate her vivacious aura

Luna wore a weddinghalo and followed

                                         the stars watched shivered  their light sparkling and veiledenveloped

2134,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

 

 

No thanks he spoke into the reflection off the microwave door he had no idea microwaves were that big  Give me what artichoke you will an Ill boil it the oldfashioned way on top the stove 

The microwave works; the nutrients don’t leech out as when you boil it.

Knock yourself out I prefer boiled Ill enjoy mine in good time

The microwave works, I’m telling you.

Youve told me I hear youheard you loud and clear  Which artichoke would be mine 

he got the water going on and began paring the artichoke  What are you doing?  Prepping the artichoke  I haven’t seen that before.  Yare kiddin me though now you have  I’ll wait on my artichoke for you.  No don knock yourself out 

he counted how many times he knocked himself out 

                                                       pulling the artichoke out of the microwave he plucked a leaf tried it he tugged on it with his front teeth it was tough  putting it back into the microwave he said It’s tough.

I can see

You got to make a face? I could have eaten it with my molars, if I wanted to.

Ifya want  Sounds nuts 

I have on occasion.

As I said  ifya want but that doesnt make any sense to me 

Boiling the hell out of . .

. . When you were a kid thats how it was cooked anya ate it

I was a child; now we know bett . .

. . You know better 

I know better, yes, I know better. I’d rather enjoy all the nutrients now, because I can use a microwave.

Look at it however youd like  Im content eating in forty minutes Boiling it isnt as labor-intensive as microwaving it

That the fourth time you put it back in

I’m not counting.

I am Its the fourth time he watched him tug at it then he went after it with his molarshe wasnt going to concede  Yamight wanna put it back in  It doesnt seem its done  

It’s tough; I think it’s the artichoke.

I think its you

he put it back into the microwave two more times

he could understandgot that wrong he saw how many meals and vegetables were for the microwave at the market he conceded the convenience but convenience didnt play in his life he loved the process the selection of ingredients the preparation seasoning how the foodthe kitchen smelled better and better as the meal cooked he liked how his belly growledanticipating a meal 

he would have preferred eatingsharing dinner with another but that wasnt often in the cards  he always played the cards he was dealt

his artichoke was tender he dipped every third or fourth leaf in butter he scooped the choke out cut the heart into quarters dropped a quarter in slathered it with melted butter 

when he finished he almost was spot-on with the butter  just a little left bits of artichoke in it  he tipped the bowl to his mouth and sipped the last of the butter  he licked the bowl

You made that look obscenely good.

I would have been happy to share

No. I had mine.

It was tough

It was; you got the better of the two artichokes.

Apparently

             it was no fun beating a dead horse

 

1050,  Reggae Friday,  11  6. 21

1033,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

Peter Tosh  Mystic Man  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8od_UP0omg

     

       cooch

              disregarding its slang its a marvelous sounding wordmusical  whos the cooch on the couch  damn poetic 

Get over yourself  listen to the music 

                                     cock isnt melodic  more similar to bang bam  toolish   foolish 

cooch 

       Got accoohtrementsbaby  like milk for cookies hot fudge for vanillabean icecream   Go au naturelbabe   

NOno no not olive oil

                     Please no olive oil  Your cooch putany pussy aint salad

                                                                                   Think  dessert  

he had dessert

Norwegian Kristian

Miami

she prepared pompano en papillotemusical 

had gone to the fish market in Coconut Grove where he treated her to conch chowder

Ready for dessert?

                   she giggled  it lit her face electrified her iceblue eyes 

coming out of the kitchen she set a huge oval metal platter of fresh fruit before him papaya mango banana blueberries 

she giggled again  she used the edges of her long hands to gently spread the fruit from center to the rounded edges

she sighed  Now I need your help.

Awright 

Push your chair back so I can get between you and the table. 

Awright he was terribly amused

she stepped between him and the table

Dessert he asked 

Patience, baby. 

The fruit looks amazing

It does; now help me, my hands are sticky. 

How can I help

Undo my shorts 

he was Johnnyonthespot didnt have to ask him twice 

the shorts were buttoned 

he played as he unbuttoned them kissed her belly tongued her bellybutton

                                                                                   Are you going to take them down? 

Did ya want me to take them down 

I do. 

he ran his hands up her waistdown her waist catching her pants with the sides of his handhis thumbs at her belly his thumbs at the hollow of her hips her pelvis  her pants fell noiselessly to the floor

she deftly kicked them aside

                               Dessert?

Please 

Help me up. 

he lifted her up set her on the platter 

she laid back on the beech diningroom table set her feet on his thighs 

pushing the chair back he rested her legs on his arms

eventually he got they got to the fruit

she drizzled it with coconut oil                                                                                                                       

1506,  Thursday,  10  6. 21

1250,  Saturday,  12  6. 21

Awcomon 

Aw come on nothing.

Nothing ya kiddin me

Take five, give it a rest.

Take five 

          Ya don take fivedon take your foot off the gas when yare right

Wha do people actually get when they lie to get it

                                                     Its simple straightforward

looking him in the face as he spoke he watched him go stony try to disconnectslip off the hook

                                                                                                   he yanked on the line Comon  yare a selfdeclared prophet of truth a beacon a bright lighthouse above rocky shoals protecting vessels filled to brimming with humanity 

                           Step up 

Stony reset his jaw

he wasnt impressed 

                      Stony didnt have a square chin it came to a point a button  crack him on it an out go the lights

Steppin to the plate man

Stony stroked his jawhis hand hiding the button he looked a little more formidable 

                                                                                         So what do you think? 

formidable fell on its face

I said wha I thought when I asked

You asked, I’m asking you.

Whadid the question imply

I can’t read your mind.

Ya can tell whawas on my mind by my expression body language  the tone in my voice

                                                                                                 A blind man could 

That was uncalled for.

Ya gimme no choice gotta dig in my spurs  Whado people actually get when they lie to get it

They think they get what they want. 

They do  Do they 

No.

Thank you Im prophetconfirmed 

                                      Took your sweet ass time arriving

0141,  Monday,  7  6. 21

2247,  Twosday,  8  6. 21

      

      a chrysalis 

                   that was the best descriptioncomparison he could make for her gown  diaphanous   sequinedbut not

   fit like snakeskin

they walked together 

they talked 

            though they didnt speak 

when she decided they stopped 

she wanted to sit and relax

she removed her gown

                       she turnedmusically counterclockwise an it relentedopened like flower petals at her ankles loosening as she turned it rose up over her knees her hips waistshe put her arms above her head it rose over her breasts her shoulders throat passed her face flowedup over the top of her headher tawny hair moving under it like rising smoke caught in a gentle vortex it went to her elbows an wrappedwound her wrists binding her

                                                                                                      then stopped

bringing her arms downbending her elbows she whipped the gown several times clockwise before she freed her hands 

     she was naked

                     her skin pale pearlescentgreen beautifully set off her brilliant sharpgreen eyes 

she wasnt shy or modest or embarrassed  like a child           

                                                         breathtaking

working the gown into one hand she snapped it

                                                 he thought its fireflies its mesmerising facets would scatter they did not

then she sat on her right hip in the long grass her legs togetherbroke at the knees

he sat beside her

as she went to sit she halved the gown laid it across her thighs against her belly  soft fires flickered in it kisses from the sun

she was as extraordinary as he was common 

they conversed until the sun began to fall  the sky hazingturning goldenamber 

he had no memory of words spoken

       I must go she began to standhe cautioned her stood quickly offered his hand 

she accepted it

he helped her up 

                   he knewunderstood to step back 

an as he did she unfoldedunfurled her gown snapped it like bullwhip an then with it around her wrists she flung her arms above her head an turned clockwise

                                             the gown hung momentarily above her head a calla lily

then in reverse of earlier it descended her bodycloaking her  when she ceased turning the gown held a life of its own a centripetal force  it snugged her like snakeskin 

they met two more times 

                           in a glade  lastly on a yellow dune broken with tall greengrass overlooking a palepink watermelon sea

he couldnt help but notice her aureoles were its colour

   when she left he suffered a fortunate amnesia it was until she was gone that he remembered she said she wouldnt see him again because had he remembered he would have begged her to stay 

                                                                                 he would have begged on his knees 

there is a place inside his head however he can go and hear herhear her voice repeating their hours of conversation

sometimes behind it in an echo a soft reverberation she offered something other

he hung on every word

        

0817,  Twosday,  8  6. 21

2334,  Twosday,  8  6. 21

 

Are you not intellectual cats Comon 

                                      Im counting on youse to be able to discern between inanimate dead leaves weedtuffs blowing by outdoors and reallife creatures youd consider prey

Yaint dogs

           not balllicking dope asses

three of the five at the screen door eyeballed him

                                                   Guilty as charged  maybe the neuteringspaying did it

he could imagine a neutered man might think differently  particularly if it happened while a boy  or as a girl spayed

hormones buhbye

denied gonads children would think differentlywouldnt they   but who decided or ordered it or performed it

some real headcases

                      real head-up-their-ass cunts   imagine the audacity 

he struggled deciding to have his kittens fixed

they were feral 

                the State in its infinite wisdom and hand out came down against feral cats pissed him off  it deemed they should be purchased through a pet store or cattery  domestic geneticallymanipulated cats

it discounted that people let cats go to scavengefend for themselves  they wouldnt free a dog

dogs  too dependent

cats  expendable

if he learned who let their cat go or stupidly admitted it hed see to it they were expendable   free catfud for months

       hed lick the spoon after serving the kittens

poor babies 

             they watched acutely from a crouch in the house at screen doors and windows as dead leaves and weedtuffs scrambled across the grass and pavement

it drove them nuts

drove him nuts

though licking the spoon did make him feel better

1616,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  9  6. 21

234 is better than 1434,  Thursday,  10  6. 21

got a tiger by the tailcant let it go  he does  itll turn on him 

                                                              not him hes sympathetic

rather turning on cuntmales who hold women in little esteem 

he was a fan of the tiger

feed it raw meat

encourage it 

Hippocrates  possibly first in a long line of cuntmales who believed that womens illnesses were about their uterus mind you he believed that a woman was a “deformed” or “mutilated” man  hysteria is from Greek hystera meaning womb

Aretaeus of Cappadocia a physician doubleddown on uterus he considered it “an animal within an animal” an organ that “moved of itself hither and thither in the flanks” he hadnt read hither and thither in a long while in a disorganised way 

mightily entitled men eh

up rolls a heavy hitter London surgeon Isaac Baker Brown 19th-century he advocated clitoridectomies   Is that a thing?   Ill look it upIll get to the bottom of that for you ya simply beat me to the punch  Hmm   there we go  ought to call it wha it is  female genital mutilation  if it was called thatnot gussied it up scientificallymedically I might not have paused  but guess why Doc Brown advocated clitoramas   I can’t, I wouldn’t know.  Donknow  Ya cant because you donknow   You don’t know, I wouldn’t know; semantics.   Ya love hiding behind semantics no matter  Ol Doc Brown recommended a clitorama to curecure mindya  disorders supposedly caused by excessive masturbation  Evidently wemens can masturbate excessively  I wonder wha the procedure is calledprescribed to alleviate disorders caused by excessive male masturbationOHSTOP  boys will be boys   Boy, put down your cock and help me outside with the yardwork.  Just a minute Dad in just a minute   Man, the scenarios you contrive; pat yourself on the back, I know you’re proud of yourself.   Wha  thats wha my old man would say to me  He got my Playboysbut  did he get all of them  Boy put down your cock  Sometimes I thought he meant me to shoot it in the headput me out of my misery excessive masturbation 

                         Yare rollin your eyes 

the 1930s 40s American neurologists Walter Freeman aint that a curious last name Free to do wha he wishes and James Watt performed lobotomies on wemens partly based JESUS any part based is horseshit that a woman deviating from ideal domesticity Its a mans world WHOLLY BASED if she deviated from domesticity Buy a fuckin cow doc that represented an Illness that needed to be cured

 

Did I get to the bottom of that for you cuz I got one more tidbit

One more? I figured you exhausted yourself.

Nah Id pass out before I was exhausted

Alright. As long as it’s only one tidbit; I’m getting exhausted listening to you.

The wandering womb bit

Yes, I recall.

A prescription for the looming threat of a wandering womb going room to room the power it asserts over wemen physicians would prescribe Baby yaknow its a Mans world would prescribe consistent sex to keep wemen pregnant to keep their ostensibly bored wombs occupied  an therefore in its rightfulpossibly ordained  place

Man, the things that capture your imagination.            

1005,  Thursday,  10  6. 21

1155,  Thursday,  10  6. 21

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/western-medicines-woman-problem-180977925/?utm_source=smithsoniandaily&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=20210608-daily-responsive&spMailingID=45112412&spUserID=MTIyMTUxODU5OTExNgS2&spJobID=2022223102&spReportId=MjAyMjIyMzEwMgS2

https://www.wired.com/2014/05/fantastically-wrong-wandering-womb/

$600K deaths

600000 Trump virus deaths 

                              Huh he aint takin a lap in his golfcart aint doffing his cap  Cunt

no America president has ever been Here

https://nymag.com/intelligencer/2021/06/u-s-surpasses-600-000-covid-deaths.html

334 better than 1534,  Thursday,  10  6. 21

No no  Context If you cant provide me context its nonsensedon bother

Beauty without purpose is beauty without virtue. 

                                                   as it came out of his mouth he was very pleased with himself  this man who didnt read poetrywho didnt know Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman

he repeated Leaves of Grass Walt Whitman a second time pulled on the chain dangling from the lamp an either there was a nonexistent lightbulbmost likely or the lightbulb was burned out unlikely

he countered Beauty without . .

. . Please  sayin it again is a miserable echo  Context man context  context Epizeuxis  Yasee I tryin hard to keep ya on yer toes

Beauty without purpose . . he dug in his heels which he often did when they discussed things

Context man 

              If Mary Oliver intended that phrase to be a poem in itself nothing would have preceded or followed it  We know stanzas were before an aft  So stop an stop  I know where yare going  Evidence  the title of the poem but worrying the line again an again is not evidence 

                                                   in kind ya might suggest a scrotum is evidence of virility  However the scrotum may not contain a testicle  A testicle is more likely evidence of virility  A scrotum a hanging bulb of flesh alone lacks evidence conviction  lacks contextcontents  Hacked freeturned into a coin purseas you full well know because I lectured you on the violence white men perpetrated on First Peoplenot that tribes didnt have savage moments but outgunned outmanned  well   scrotum coin purses were preciously distinctly a white Americas brand  now longgone

Made in America

counterpoint

he took a breath 

                  Beauty without purpose is . .

turning a deaf ear to him he wondered what their next excursion might be  it was early they still had coffee  theyd work their way over to his place for beers 

                                      their high wouldnt burn off for hours

     

1503,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  26  5. 21

1715,  Saturday,  29  5. 21

 

February  Feb bru  ary 

                           an imbued Febary FUBAR      follow 

got Valentines Day got Leap Year  he got February dates he wont forget for reasons he cant forget 

                                                                                                        they held their ground like satiated spiders knowing he was going to come along againthey could feed on his bloodthey knew there wasnt a damn thing he could do about itcouldnt stop himself 

                                                                 at least not until he departed the planet

hitchhiked

exit strategy

shown the door

or cold Death sneeringsneaking up on him

2018,  Twosday,  1  6. 21

1156,  SunnyDay – D-Day,  6  6. 21

 

it drove him nuts

a retched mistake

it was difficult to withdraw  to explain

I didnt mean wha I wrote 

But you wrote it.

Yes I did  I made a mistake an Im sorNo Im not sorry   I deeply apologise 

I have ityou wrote it . . you were emphatic . it  felt . . . very emphatic.

It wasI was  It was heartfelt 

                                 I was conflicted but I had to be honest  It wasnt until you responded that I realised my mistake

I mistakenly dropped  not

Not

I meant not

Not?

Yes 

         Not

Contractions matter 

Dont

Don’t?

I do not

My God I’m such a fool.  I made a fool out of myse . .

. . Nono please  I . I made the errorIm the ass 

                                               I wasnt being flippant I wouldnt

Rereading my note before sealing the envelopemailing it  I read  mistakenly   do as dont  Please forgive me 

I apologise desperately  

                              I apologise 

contractions matter                                                                                                  

1713,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  26  5. 21

2323, Reggae Friday,  4  6. 21

Zero 7  The Space Between  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rG-yvixlVZg