she emailed him music  432Hz  Magical Forest Music  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2PQKda8bj0   maybe because often he couldnt see the forest for the trees 

                                                         he loved trees she knew that  the individuals she knew that too 

YUP  individuals   he had relationships

she also gave him a blue lace agatepressed it into his hand  distinctly for prescriptively for  its properties 

. . . so that you remain calm, Dad. 

Am I not cal . .

. . Are you kiddin’ me?

                        Trust me.

the stones colour is representative of feelings of calmness and tranquility

it is cool to the touch 

                      together she thoroughly believed theyd prevail would allow him to keep a cool calm head

no matter how he tried to explain to her he was calm 

                                                        My nature insists Im aggressiveIm confrontational  doesnt mean an Immy birthdate  has me the epitome of Aries  Its in my stars 

                                                                       I am calm baby

You keep telling yourself that.

   shaking his head No I keep tellin you tha 

                                               Ive been with me a long freakin time I know me inside an out

Know thyself  one of the missing Commandments

that always made her grin 

                                 she has such a beautiful smile  dimples

An ancient Greek aphorism 

Yes.

Pausanias wrote that it was the first of three maxims inscribed at the forecourt of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi

Socrates concurred  They were contemporaries

Yes. So you say.

Don take my word for itlook it up

I trust you. You repeat it often enough.

he nodded Yes  Self defence

she nodded You crack me up

Thas great  Yaknow humour is the quickest way to a womans heart  

0928,  Monday,  3  6. 19

1109,  Thursday,  27  4. 23

https://www.zmescience.com/science/psychology-science/men-women-laugh-14092015/

things one mutters are due examinationYah

   Yah

Who knew a bloodhound is a cock

imagery alone on its face is delicious 

                                      a frantic cock sniffin nose to dirt traipsing across a greening field long ears dangling anup to a stingy barbwired fence ducking beneath it  a bloodhound Howl an Bay

                                                                                         how fuckin picturesque is tha 

as long as it wasnt his cock draggin him along  he was cool 

wasnt the jealous type

   Hmm

              wha type was he

pluck jealousy out of the scenario

whas tha leave 

                       no  clue

a woman could choose to be with him or not

her choice

he was comfortable in his own skin

he was O KAY with rejection

 

   sooo  wha types tha    

1920,  Sunday,  23  4. 23

1001,  Thursday, 27  4. 23

Kalter LippenstiftCOMON  Stiffenlip  a velvet condom

                                                         thad kill him 

he couldnt wear silk drawersboxers  they gave him a hard-on 

how did he know that as fact

his mother bought him a pair for his birthday 

                                                he opened her gift in front of everyone as she requested

quite the tittering

he said so 

             dumbfounded pusses

 

he had to explain what tittering is

several werent convinced 

                           shaking his head no Nah thas not wha it is 

they nodded

   Yes Not wha it is 

                       Tittering is where you slide your greasedlubed cock between a womans breastJOE 

                                                                                           his mother her eyes buggingMAW Quit with the faux outrage You know me Someone has the audacity to teeup a ball Im smashing it over the fence

That was so inappropriate . . there’s mixed company. sounded like pleading

Woudya stop Maw 

                    Ya bought me the drawers . .

. . As a joke.

Well Maw ya can humour all of the people some of the time and some of the people all the time but ya cant humour all the people all the time  

Id say I was quotinplayin with a quote attributed to Abraham Lincoln Its not  Rather Jacques Abbadie sweet surnamehuh  he cleared his throat  Who said ahhah  Ont pu tromper quelques hommes ou les tromper tous dans certains lieux et en certains tems mais non pas yous les hommes dans tous les lieux et dans tous les siecles 

he took a breath 

                     Cool  Two years junior high two years high school French still hangin in there

A possible translation is One can fool some men or fool all men in some places an times but one cannot fool all men in all places an ages

his mother held her head in her hands 

                                      Maybe Maw  we woud have been better off leavin it as tittyfucking

Oh my God.

   As Ive always said asya know Maw  If someone cant a joke   Wha

Please.

Fuck em  Yare welcome

closing her eyes she continued holding her head in her hands 

   yes

        she birthed and raised him

all good deeds do not go unpunished                                                        

1536,   Saturday,  20  9. 14

1554,  day-between-2-Ts,  26  4. 23

Kalter Lippenstift  Velvet Condom  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-i-8u3CX7ug

Culture Beat  Der Erbeermund (Cherry Lips)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLTVGe5EZCM  Insanity  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3lKxV4M0tI  

Snap  Rhythm Is a Dancer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMPM1q_Uyxc

the ticketseller tickettaker was crushing it 

                                          for obvious reasons 

                                                                     actually  two obvious reasons

an played it coy naïve which was too good a look on her

she was made for the role she played

they broke the mold at her birth 

couldnt improve on Exquisite

Excuse me  Whas your name

What’s yours? Is that a line?

A line  askin your name

Yes. It work for you?

Must 

       Yare talkin to me

I’m talking to you because you’re cute he made a face and while you don’t like being called cute you are. 

                                                                                                             And you make the best of it.

You know sumptinbout tha

Do I? she played her naïveté to the hilt he didnt mind the blade  price of admission

   Youdo

she smiled her dimples the cherry on the sundae

Ohyoudo  You know you do 

                              Yado the voodoo tha you do  so well 

You think it’s voodoo?

No

   More accurately  Vousduo 

Again.

Vousduo

the way she tilted her head he wanted to reach forward an scratch her behind the ear Follow me

                                                                                               I don think youll be offended

You don strike me as the kind

Awright.  Whachagot?

his turn to smile  no competition to hers no dimples 

                                                 he looked down into her ample cleavage first left Vous then right Et vous

Ohbrother  she laughed her laugh easily competed with her smile it was a musical she had to have been a siren in another life

I get it. she shrugged her shoulders  Ohmy must be jelly cuz jam don shake like tha  Hence vousduo.

   Yah 

       Do tha voodoo tha you do oh  oohso well

tossing her head back she laughed didnt cover her mouth

before he could join her as he was tootwo busy admiring her splendid attributes he said Crazy your chair tilts forwardhigher in back  Showmenship

chucklingbringing her head forward going eye to eye with him

                                                                 I look like a man?

he smirkedchuckled   Showwomenship  Better

    Much. 

           I think you and I will get along.  Gotta lose that line though.

Cute

That’s mine. 

             Whas your name?

 

b4 0700, Monday,  17  4. 23

1156,  day-between-2-Ts,  26  4. 23

Ricky Martin  Livin’ La Vida Loca  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p47fEXGabaY 

Glenn Miller  It Must Be Jelly  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKziA4MGUJc

I rarely wait for something queer to creep into my mind 

a cold white cube 

                  a gleamingwhite antiseptic surface

a naked mewling baby shivering atop it radiant under stark surgical lighting

eccentric blacksilked parents stand at its head place their fingertips on the surfaces edge like a ouijaboard their fingernails are glazed pink their fingers undisturbed unworried by anxious pressure as their baby ratchets into a cry

a white doctor in clinical garb peering over a tautpulled facemask enters on sharp black heels that mar the pearl linoleum

his hair is oiled slick at his temples cloistered beneath a surgical cap

he raps the table at the babes feet to attract the couples attention

Were ready

Shall we commence

the male parent nods solemnly

Excellent

the white doctor sets a draped surgical tray down beside the babe

takes up a syringe from it removes the cloudywhite plastic sheath from over its long silver needle

the eccentrics with a halo of whitelight across their hips do not blink

with one large hand the doctor restrains the babe his fingers splay over its belly and hip his thumb crooked pressed on the table

artfully he slips the needle into the babys femoral artery at the inside of its groin

he descends the plunger contents excreted

the babe tensesstunned but before it can crycatch a breath the syringe slips out

Very Good

a freckle of blood marks the puncture

the doctor blots it with antiseptic gauze applies firm pressure bleeding halts

Very Good  Any questions

the haloed eccentrics shake their heads no

the baby shudders

That is expected

the baby shudders its skin rouges

the white doctor folds his arms across his chest his right thumb quietly thumps his bicep meting out an allotment of seconds

the baby shudderscranes its neckarches spastically emits a bark from deep in its throat

Very Good

the reddened skin deepens to plum the babes nipples harden it urinates a bead at a time as if constricted and relaxed constricted relaxed

the plumcolouring fades a robinegg blue sheen fills

Very Good

the eccentrics nod their affirmation

the baby gasps then utterly relaxes

Exactly so this is exactly what we were expect  Excellent

the baby coos

the eccentrics coo

the doctor nods solemnly to them and retreats

a black nurse enters and wraps the baby in a thin sheetblanket

unbuttoning her bodice with one hand she reveals an ample breast and suckles the babe

in the cradle of light their black and blue are vivid and astonishing

a sharp whitelaced black pear

pressed to a soft whiteribboned blue melon   

2321,  Saturday,  24  11. 12

I cant shut Miller up

                    hes a voluptuary who talks incessantly vivaciously an to keep up with him I fire synapse after maddening synapse into the air through the smoothvaulted ceiling that is my skull an from it bolts of shivering light peer down through cordite smoke tickle the floor an up from the batshit pinholes blink like nuclear stars an inbetween on wrinkled sheets of tissue projections are cast by reels an reals of purple memory blue experience and yellow unrealised possibilities 

   I run my hands through my hair

light shudders 

motes of dust are stirred

   I want to fall back to sleep dream  Im in my bed beside my love her warm breath at my cheek her breasts near my breath upon them

                    sleep  deep  sleep

but sonorously his voice washes across the chords of my nerves  the vibrations they intone are irresistible

                                                                                                                 they writhe like slick serpents on tines of wet grass or blind earthworms burrowing to evade ivory beaks of famished birds

I cant shut him up

I wont shut him up

                   fast phantoms jailbreak between the blink of an eye I scarcely have a clue that they were even there  dull irradiated shadows evaporating on the film of my eye like the scent of fresh water in the desert the smell of roses of a feminine ghost 

 

1409,  Saturday,  20  10. 12

by the sea 

            a grizzled hawk clasps a rusted metal-rail fence and watches us intently she scrutinized the wet rounded stones we slip and turn in our hands in our fingers which were usually underwater but this afternoon revealed by a still approaching low-tide 

   unimpeachable  Farmer’s Almanac summonsed us

high-tide was 3.89 feet at 1243 hours  itd be 1.04 feet at 1835  in another halfhour

 

we knelt together among the warm stones and sand

 

the Pacific receding furthur than we had ever seen before at the cove

 

the surf crying out from under the belly of the sea-carved land bridge to-day was mute  and in its stead was a susurrant plea  a seductive coo 

                                  its cool breath  feathers  stroking our ears

 

the hawks eyes glittered like the coloured seaglass we sought

 

once abundant were fortunate now if we can salvage small bits and pieces

 

yet no matter their size their facets and colours are breathtaking as we capture themdeftly tickling the stones sifting sand with our fingers where they hide 

                                                        betrayed on confessional strands of unfrequented beachheads 

our accomplices  low-tide the cove we descended into

 

the seaside hawk was unexpectedperhaps  as surprised as we

at first blush suspicious

                           then she understood there was no calumny in our sudden appearance

 

we respected her bristled patience

 

our silent awe our reverence coaxed her far better than puny words might have

 

 

she kept her place her talons poised ticking the flaky metal and let us pass unmolested not more than an arms reach away

 

as we did she looked away regally casting her eyes on the shining sea the abrupt tawny rocks

 

maybe we were a curiosity

 

though nothing more

 

 

she might not remember us

 

we would not assume what she might

                                         but this afternoon the stones and sand under our fingers under her gaze felt radiant and alive and the suddenness of the seaglass peering up at us  rapture  was only intensified by the reality of lifting our eyes finding each others

                                                     then lifting them just a bit further

realising her eyes on ours 

 

2352,  Thursday, Valentine’s Day,  14  2. 13

0953,  Twosday – Aniela’s birthday,  25  4. 23

decrepitness 

there is a surly decrepitness 

                              excrescence 

                                                 the New World has no sense or appreciation of the Old World  European  Asian  decrepitude mouldering sepia-coloured 

                                                 sublime

                                                          spectacular 

                                                                       sensual 

                                                                                  ugly  

a perversion that ceases at cold waters edge and cannot swim or drift to escape 

ripening Age and Decay has its place 

                                        though sees no welcome on these electric blue shores

which are too inclined to fiction

                                 bizarre mythologies 

                                                        false prophets 

                                                                        to bother with its Import and Utter Reality

 

the New World willfully averts its eyes refuses to look back and fills them instead with preternatural Longing  Promise Delusion 

               if a defiant word is breathed for black Legitimacy it risks in no uncertain terms bitter excoriation and defilement

 

This is the New World

It will accept nothing Old in it

 

1817,  Sunday,  17  2. 13