she tipped her head  like a bird  like she was listening underground

                                                                          You don’t think that’s an odd thing to say?

He says a lot of odd things.

I do

      Sometimes odd is just plain being honest

An aint tha something this world coud use a healthy fat dose of

                                                                    Like threescoop ice cream cones  I hear

I don eat ice cream

You don’t?

He doesn’t.

Are you from a different planet?

Am I alien Thawha youre askin

                                     Im leaningravitatin to wha works for me

Coudnt give two shits bout status quo pop culture social media

Got me a silo for one

                       On the beachfront  With a fishing pole

    Is he real?

I could pinch you.

Pinch me, why?

To confirm you’re conscious, here and now, listening to words I hear a couplethree times a month.

    Why I asked you here this weekend. Wanted you to hear what I gotta put up with.

Hes addicted

               Ask himbout our relationshipwatch brother goup over the moon

Would you quit that?

No

     We have a relationship Like you

Boy friend  Girl  friend

Agreed.  You’re my boy . friend.

He doesnt know tha

He better wrap his skull around it. I’m not jeopardizing a friendship.

Bro

he muttered something under his breath

What?

He says repeating me  I don know tha

Wanna shut your mouth?

Quit

       No hard feelings Im being honest

An often the truth is hard

We’re getting sidetracked. she said

We certainly are

Back to my question.

Cowboy  Remember her question

    Her question

I don’t.

You don think thas an odd thing to say

Verbatim.

           How this whole conversation began.

Right on girlie

                Ill answer you

No

    Callin him my human isnt odd

I rarely interact with others except for long telephone calls

                                                              Which is exactly how I want it to be

Socialising is exhausting

But you can do it.  he said

    As Ive toldya before

                           I did it when I was paid to do it

after 459preferred,  Sunday,  20  10. 24

1943,  Saturday,  2  11. 24

he woke

had to orient himself

                                                         yes . . .

blind date failed

saw her to her car

walked down the block to a wine bar that entering he inquired if they served hard liquor

they did

          The selection isn’t deep though.

before he could ask the hostess sharp girl handed him a wine/liquor menu

                                                                                aah Redbreast twentyone years

Bingo

Thank you Are there seats at a bar or  only quaint café tables

We have a bar.

Youre sharp kiddo Thank you

                                  tipped her a fiver

helped assuage his failed date

                                   happy though they didnt spin each other   virtually zip attraction

as he walked in a woman sitting at a table turned obliquely caught him in the thigh with her elbow even in the subdued light he saw she flushed

                          Oh, I'm terrible sorry, I apologize.

No harm no foul

                  Ifya fouled me Idve screamed bloody murder

a wonderful smile spread across her face

                                            she laughed gayly  didnt cover her mouth

then she laughed harder

                           You’ll excuse me, I didn’t see you coming.

at the chair to her right hooked on its back a white walking cane

Well shit he laughed with her  girl was rightup his alley

                                                             I was going to have a drink at the bar

Might I join you  Woudya care for a drink

she turned to the table deftly touched the stem of her glass

                                                                How am I doing?

Don know where you started Not two inches in the bowl inchanahaf

Is that a word?

A word

Inchanahaf.

I tend to slur words Swear  Havent had a drink this evenin

This is my first.

                 If an inchanahaf again that wonderful smile  don’t mind if I do.

Excellent What is it

Lannie, the bartender, knows, he surprises me this is my haunt.

Ya aspook

Ohmy laughter leapt from her throat

                                         Aspook?  You’re a card.

As my mother says

                      She also believes Im charming

But youd think a mother woud think that of her offspring her blood

                                                                       Now if only Id quit sayin fuck

She tolerates it because Im here favourite which is sayin something

One of nine

Thasaid the eldest

                     We were intimate The numbers siblings afterwards didnt have tha kind of time 

I was fortunate

She sounds like a peach.

Thank you On her best days she is

                                         Lannie Not Lennie Lennie Small   By George

Lannie.

Hate to get off on the wrong foot Ill be right back

                                                    he turned to walkaway then pause  spun on his heels

If I may youre a peach too

                               Im somewhat an expert

she chuckled

               Thank you.  Is that the extent of your expertise?

Sppose well find out

                                                                                          

                                                         yes . . . 

what time was it

he turned his head to the nightstand

a digital

wasnt to her benefit

maybe a throw for normalcy she couldnt thoroughly partake in

2:68

           maybe not

he watched

             was curious if it wasnt his continuum the non-stop no-reoccurring film of his living

life has edges

                 conscious  unconscious  REM  dreaming    subconscious imports

had no subconscious either

                              will be bummed when the reel the real   ran out

2:69

he rubbed his face

smelled his hands

                      delicious   her

Emmanuelle

              she told him it meant God is with us

if he is

         he smells damn good too

 

3:10

      there we go there we go

Emmanuelle stirred

he didnt want to disturb her

he turned on his shoulder she was on her left he spooned she sighed  was warm  her hand came up to her bicep he puts his on top of hers she wove her fingers between his

You’re awake?

Yes

Time?

Threeten

Threeten.

             I really like your slurs.

   Care to go again

Oooh.  Hee’s baack.   chuckled

Sometimes expert is only a really good jack-of-all-trades

                                            she laughed     I see.

after 459preferred,  Sunday,  20  10. 24

1319,  Saturday,  2  11. 24

Whaswid dese drug companies

Christ! not again . . yet another of your hard-ons?

Yah bet your sweet ass

                          Romantising drugslemme  lemme correct tha  illicit once  illicit cannabis  romantise the hell out of them   but prescription drugs unromantic Not a damn thing romantic about takin drugs thamebbe your life depends upon

                  Necessitys not romantic

Awright.  I’ll play.   Which drug this time?

Called Cabenuva An antiretroviral medication for HIV/AIDS

                                                                  Funny how we forgetlet slide  our great oldfashion American amnesia  Cant begin to tell you how many funerals my wife an I attended

Fuckin government Gays brought it on themselves

                                                         Until straights began to croak

Trumpvirus rears president  government  lying   slow on the uptake

                                                                              Maybe the right people were dying

I lost count

            April  a milliontwo nearing three  then countries quit publishingsharing their numbers  But even then more than a hunred Americans a day

                                    Then

Ive no recent numbers

You followed American deaths?

I did

      Out the gate I knew Trump was lying  Its wha he does

But I digress

                Cabenuva

Yes.

Whadamean  yes

You said.

    I said romantising

I recall.

Yawanna stretchout  Take a guess

                                      Ive offered all the hints I can give without givin it away

What away?        

The romantising  My bitch my hard-on

    I don’t know.  I can’t guess.

Christ

        Casanova                                                                                                                  

I sppose cant teach an old dog new tricks

1820,  Thursday – Halloween,  31  10. 24

1055,  Saturday,  2  11. 24

chimed Time to take a shit and got up from his desk puzzled his cats  all his words puzzled his cats except  except their namesthey knew their names

taking a shit talked to him  muummbled FARted

                                                   frank  sometimes tart words of bodily wisdom

thoughtfullyrequisite he nodded  listened hard    replied Whagoes in has to come out

and finished wiped  standing he turned indeed to look see in fact how the movement had been  had it reached his expectations   did he aim too high

                                       usually they were in accord

occasionally

             Oops didnt see tha comin   like a newborn who doesnt look like either parent

fathers always suspicious

   they were in accord

                         back to his letter                                                                                     

1002,  Saturday,  2  11. 24

I woudnt excuse him let alone pardon him

ex-president

              “Let’s put (Liz Cheney) with a rifle standing there with nine barrels shooting at her.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VHP68I2j2w

interviewed by Tucker Carlson (the Hyena)  Giggles

theres not a brain between them

1504,  reggaefriday,  1  11. 24

hes heard stick to the script before

                                     but he preferred acts that are extemporised  improvised thought of scripts as that thing which happens between point A and B a direction a direct line between them because of it

off script

           B  is still arrived it

    case in point

he was doing a reading with a young woman who kept improvisinghe could keep up  was a fascinating volley as they rolled he wished it had been recorded they created side stories stubs which would have been remarkable to elaborate  develop

killed him to interrupt

                          Listen  I cant tell you how much Im enjoying you enjoying this interpla . .

. . But stick to the script as is. Correct?

Yes but only because its what I do

she pursed her lips

                     You don’t strike me as someone who follows orders. If you did you wouldn’t have been as game as me to elaborate . create . . be mischievous.

Well we were playing off one another so well  Im so delighted    Were simpatico

We really are.

               And since we are . . . are you willing to take a risk to understand why I can’tI really can’t . . stick to the script?

    I am curious

Are you brave?

I don fear I don know if tha qualifies as brave

                                                     But surewha the hell Im brave

I thought you might be.

                               When I go off script it’s because, within, my creativity demands it anif I deny it it’s tantamount to lying.

Lying

Pinocchio style.

Pinocchio

Yes.

        You trust me.

I trust you as much as this brief time interlude  has allowed

You don’t strike me as faint of heart.

No

Go with the flow?

    As our improv proved

they were sitting on an upscale velour couch

                                                she ran her hand over it the seat cushion

I trust you. 

You won’t be inappropriate.

Only when asked  he chuckled

                                   If Im inappropriate my mother materialises asks me what the hell Im thinkingwho raised me an drives home the point with a crack across the back of my skull

I am not

I like your mother.

Don count your chickens before theyve hatch

                                                she laughed musical didnt cover her mouth that attracted him terribly

You’re funny.

Shes all business Pleasure only lumbers in when all work is complete

Great segue.

              Let’s get to work. I promise I’ll follow the script . despite.

she stood

he thought Despite

she began disrobing it wasnt a strip

                                            she had a marvelous body though he was aware

she was unashamed

she sat beside him again

their knees touched

                      Okay. she said looking him in the eyes  Let’s begin again.

they volleyed their lines

                          and then in the exact same place they went off script earlier she stayed true

line after line

               and then  she began to weep

the script wasnt sad  frankly upbeat

                                        and then  extraordinarily    she began to grow and grow  proportionally

she said Pinocchio

it was her speech

she kept growing

he dropped his line

she picked it up to be able to continue hers

she kept growing

wept

when they concluded

                        his knee

rested against her lower calf

tears wetted her cheeks throat chest

                                       he played in lakes with colourful beachballs

he wasnt going to be inappropriate

not that he wasnt tempted

                                 How tall are you

she stood had to stoop a bit placed her chin to her chest

                                                             A bit over nine feet.

Annow  wha

she sat beside him again

                           he stood went to the coat tree beside the door fetched his camel Chesterfield and covered her

she whispered Quite the gentleman.

I want my Maw to stay right where she is

AMish,  reggaefriday,  1  11. 24

1106,  reggaefriday

Art Shaw  Begin the Beguine  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TK2mhzXf9AA

    she said assuredly  lighted in ivory candlelight

                                                         You can’t satisfy me . . . . religiously.

savagely Don bet your bottom dollar on tha

she was ethereal

he wasnt sure she was really there

                                      a ghost  wraith

a Presence

             only her taunting voice made him feel she was real

he wanted to pinch hernot himself  confirm she was flesh and blood   and sass

                                                                                         he stepped closer

whispered

               Religiously

she smiled it titillated him  Make of it what you will.

    Wha I will

                      a wolfishsnarl formed on his face  We talkin missionary

her eyes started

Ill fuck you insideout six ways from Sunday

                                              she gasped

maybe he hit the nail on the head

she didnt slap him

    religiously doesnt necessarily have to connotateobsolete  religion

                                                                         he thought outside the box

with a little help from his new friend

   

AMish,  day-between-2-Ts,  30  10. 24

1342,  Thursday – Halloween,  31  10. 24

Joe Cocker  A Little Help From My Friends  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXV4WyQMHFM

I wonder

Howstha?

Recall when former was being tried in New York

The thirtyfour felonies?

Yah

I do. What a shit show he put on day after dayfallin’ asleep in the court room I’d’ve had the bailiff crack him on the shins an wake his sorry ass up.

                                  What disrespect, disrespect for the Law, disrespect of the American people, democracy.

Yes We saw it alike

                      Remember the days of farce when politicians showed dressedup like him wore ties like him

OhChrist!had to remind me, I almost had processed that out of my memory, fuckin’ tools.

Good good ya recall

Yes. A clutch of wannabes waitin’ beggin’ their chance at the mike.

Brayin asses

Full of shit up to their eyeballs.

Hellyah

          So Im wonderin

Yeah?

Yathink when hes sentenced November Twentyseventh to prison that those queer dogs and MAGA faithful will dress in orange  tribute to the felon

1636,  Sunday,  20  10. 24

220preferred,  Thursday – Halloween,  31  10. 24

thoughts unthoughts

butts

burned

ignored

tag time

with acrid incense

smoke dribbles up

in fine threads

                 fan rib weaved

fabric stretched thin

embraced engulfed

                       emptied in space

   and thoughts

unthoughts                                                            

like wheat  raked  chafed

hand hurled

kernels dance

spin pointy-toed

                   and collapse

sapped

wait

patient

            shrug

resuscitated

thoughts

unthoughts

                      again?

Saturday morning in the bath tub,  19  3. 11

1241,  Thursday – Halloween,  31  10 . 24

he went outside to take a leak a bird lighted on the fence

                                                                 WHY

leak in the toilet

                 leave the porcelain throne for bowel movements

                                                                     HELL

he had a favourite pear tree limb to hold stabilise himself while vomiting

he ceded the outdoors all sorts of moist organic pleasures

happy happy lawn trees insects  weeds

                                               as he leaked he watched the marine layer come across the western hills the ocean not ten miles off a hazy gauzy ribboned apparition sleuthing under the blue skys belly like lazy sugarsyrup

a tendril turned towards him

                                  crept

                                                  creeped him out  a bit

at its bow

           an ephemeral gimleteyed figurehead fixated with him  stared watched him

he buttonedup his pants

kept an eye on her

                         Well friend   You enjoy

she flattened  spread 

                       felt her cool breath caress his face   only answer that could suffice

Headin in baby  I appreciated your attention your affection

Christ, where yabeen?

                        I missed my shot . been waiting on you.

Howdya miss tha dead on into the side

Don’t go there.

                      That was some kind of world record piss, friend.

I wasnt just takin a leak I had fans feminine eyes  On the fence a cedar wax-wing ogled me while the marine layer snuckup to join her  takin looks

                                  Who was I to denyem

    What the hell are you talking about?

I told ya

My shot

 

he ran the table

0104,  Sunday,  13  10. 24

1126,  Thursday,  31  10. 24