he startled
wasnt one to startle or
fright
his Imagination turnedsudden catlike before he could and saw what it did informed him
rather
providedadvised him of his optionsprobabilities
Reality always late dawdling at the rear
hed gone outside to take a leak share water irrigate nature
hopping atop a short stone retaining wall that curled to his left to a
four post pavilion picnic table folding chairs beneath its deepblue polyester
shade sail an angledroof shed behind
the table
which
was from where that the battering ruffling
commotion SLAMMED
he
ducked
the wings of Death wingsI have felt the wind of the wing of
madness pass over me without the benefit of relished absinthe
hashish Baudelaire the coarse agitatedflap of wild turkey wings
Which
his Imagination queried
If I had a choice Madness
Id agree
But in reality . .
. . It can be so boring
Yes Yah
But one must contend with
it I must
Which if I may
Is why you have me An exercise me well
Yes Yah
We are well exercised
Yes we are
Turkey
We talkin turkey
Yes we is
Bummer huh
Bummer
But thas not gonna stop us
O hell no
Hell no
his Imagination grinned like no
other
1802, day-between-2-Ts, 8 5.
24
1659, Reggaefriday,
10 5. 24
