28.4.25


   she said persuade

she was fit  vivacious    single which in her vernacular meant never married
                                                                           If I divorced I’d say I was divorced.
he liked her candor


several mutual friends decided they would make a nice couple

they suggested to him first
                             he said No  Why so square they were couples
Nowadaysif Im not mistaken  men neednt carry the ball  womenif interested  can ask

they must have put the screws to her

trying to put them to him theyd strip out screwheads


one couple calledinvited him to a small party they were throwing

It’s a pool party, to celebrate summer.
                                         she laughed gayly I’m calling it Let’s Get Wet!
he always enjoyed her enthusiasm
they dated

she did
       

    You’ll come, won’t you?

he had no reason to sniff anything out

he believed it was understood  he made his own bed
                                                         owed that to his mother
a no-nonsense gal

when relationships veered badly after sheunsolicited warned it would
                                                                            she was cucumber cold
Made your own bed, now sleep in it.



Persuade he asked

she wasnt coy

    she relented she said that they were convinced she could bring him out of his shell
I could persuade you.

feeling his mothers pale steelblue eyes at the back of his head  coolly  Seduce me

Except for the C  the letters to seduce are in persuade 
                                                           See  Si

she wrote the words on a cocktail napkin with the red Bic pen he notoriously carried everywhere tucked over his ear

    Ohyes.  They are similar, look similar.

Are similar
             Youll not try to seduce me

handing the pen back she smiled great dimpleswere a plus in her column Has anyone everprior to now, uttered those words?

I don believe in one-offs


they hit it off

evening came surprisingly fast

 

there was a pool table in the couples home
                                              You play
I do. I’m quite good.

Good enough to bet on your game I can

As can I.

Wanna play

How much?

Not money   Clothing

    Clothing?

Im wearing  twothree    five  five articles of clothing
                                                          You
    
    Six.

Eightball for clothing

Nineball?

Well alternate

Let’s do that.

Now
      When one of us has lost their clothingupstairs well go to one of the bedrooms strip in order of our losses
Youre game
             Not askinagin

I’m game.

flipped a coin for the break she won
                                       The first of many. she said chuckling soft dimples 
called nineball promptly beat him  a keen combination to sink the nine early

on a cocktail napkin with the Bic he wrote his name

she beat him in eightball  a fine carom off his eleven into the side pocket

wrote his name again

he returned the favour an equally early nineball combination

wrote her name

then wrote her name a second time

wrote his

hers

                  four straight


while they played people wandered into the room
                                                    however witnessing their intensitytheir silent only sound the knockcollision of the balls they left without remarks
                                                           took to watching them from outside through windows that ran the length of the room


they returned the cues to the rack

he followed her upstairs

the bedroom had horizontal Venetian blinds a door that lead to a private patio

Before we begin
                  he crossed the foot of the bed to the door to the lightswitch on the wall
turned it on

Would you please turn off the overhead light

pliantly  she did
                   he saw anger build in her face during the last two games competitive anger though it dissolved as he ran the table during the final nineball game accepting her fate

he adjust the blinds striped the room
                                         he estimated fiftyfive percent dark slats
This okay

You’re generou . .
. . Not so quick
                When your naked  the overheads on again
I intend to thoroughly enjoyno doubt my winnings

a lighted slat ran across her mouth
big grin
          enormous dimples

0018,  Monday,  28  4. 25
1141,  Monday

27.4.25


more than twelve years
                          every evening he was home  and looked south out his kitchen window  two houses down  four panes  illuminated by the yellow room beyond

    not a shadow cast
fixed

electric

constant


before he went to bed hed look to satisfy his curiosity
                                                          panes lighted
he had no idea who lived there

he had no curiosity to learn

    twelve years and
he believed
              twelve years into the future

the panes would be lit


evenings he burned candles in rooms he inhabited
                                                      was tantalised by their febrilenervous motions  expressions
windows closed

drafts existed
                holes
in the souls

of three who died in the house long before he moved in
                                                           who occasionally visited
who he welcomed


understood two had built the house with their own hands
                                                              the third
their young daughter who preceded them

overdosed
in the room that he used as a studio

    she came more than they
                               she
knew his name

had spoken it on many occasions
                                    he asked hers
she didnt say


often at night she was over his shoulder as he wrote

    she withheld sweet nothings

Whas your name

You know mine


    silence

2339,  Sunday,  27  4. 25

  :  :  he makes his bed like a poor person


Yasee tha
             Whyd he text himself

Comon some guys he knew some girls he dated were from families who employed maids to tend maintain their homes

Awyah  I didnt forget I misplaced it
                                          A good reminder
I remember he distanced himself from them short order

He did
         Birds of a feather flock together chuckled   Flockfuckem

They liked himhe coud have benefited
Him  Please
              Cant align this cats stripes with anyoneshas always moved to the beat of a different drummer

Thoreau  Walden

Thoreauly

Really
         Hes rubbin off on you

Youre pretty new round here
                                Before you know it youre infected too

You been here long

Me love live in him long time
                              Caught a whiff headed in his direction Even then cat ought to have turned on the red neon NO VACANCY sign but somehow   nobody minds

    I don mind

No ya don
             Ifya did ya woudnt be occupied
If fire marshals were built for this gig hed be shut down

Shut down
               You think anyone coud shut him down

See how quick youve learned
                               No
Theyd have to kill him  Youve heard him

Every hills a hill to die on
                                Whastha new word he found

Contumacious

Yah  Cunt-umacious

Assuredly so
               Like I said Have to kill him  Hes dyed in the rough

So texting  he makes his bed like a poor person

To remind himself where he came from an grateful he did

Salt of the earth

Dirt
     Black earth from which anything coud grow woud be nourished
Even weeds

Wes

Coud say thas how we arrived  

1952,  Sunday,  23  3. 25
1343,  Sunday,  27  4. 25

he tipped the book away from his face
                                         she caught that  What?
My Gawd Wanna listen to this sentence

If it rocked you hellyah.

The books Playground  Richard Powers

Oh yes I remember . . . . Overstory?   You read that.
Yah
      I encouraged you to read it

Probably why I remember the name Powers, no I haven’t read it.

You will or you wont
                       So much to read so little time

Priorities Then those tha strike out of the blue

So leaning back against the arm of the sofa she threw her legs up on his lap rub my feet as you read?

Its only one sentence kiddo

A sentence waylaid you?

Yah  Listen
                It was a kind of reciprocal autoerotic strangulation of the soul and both parties were generous givers and grateful recipients.

placed a bookmarker

began rubbing her feet in earnest

Both parties


    Yes.  That feels so good. Thank you.

Always  Youre welcome
                             The parties

Yes.

The narrators parents
OhJesus.
Yah

    Well.   If I have to say, it’s sounds like your kind of book.

he nodded  kept rubbing her feet
                                     Say.
Yah

Heading to bed last night a page dropped from your sheath of papers. Picking it up I read the first four words. I thoughtI know they’re unpolished, but I thought you might elaborate.

I love elaborating you
                        As much as I can whenever I can  gently pinched her big toe
she giggled  dimples
                       You wrote Joycean, I get that, followed by I’ll spell  O  Y  C  E  A  N  I  C, oceanic’s there . .
. . Yah   O  Y  fed into wha followed
Yes.
       Jew bait.

Yah  Ulysses

Yes.

Joyce wrote that only a foreigner would do   Bloom his main character

I’ve not read it.

Priorities
           I was playing with the worddropped J  Joyceanic  Oy was tantalising  Yiddish

Oy veh. Woe is me.

he laughed  Yah
                   Wha followed was a summary elaboration a character who never methadnt ever met a Jew who cast from saltwater shallows into the surf fishing for rockfish cabezon lingcod greenling living dragons seabottom dinosaurs quickly dispatched by a priest Nicehuh  Crack on the skull

Dispatched?   I’m curious, why dispatched?

Euphemism  Sounds humane
                                 Can imagine one might prefer being dispatched to being killed to parts realms unknown unseen unfounded

Oyceanic inspired me

Still workin it

    Awbaby, that feels so soo good. shimmied her heel against his cock  I dig how your brain works.   

11PMishmash,  Saturday,  26  4. 25
1210,  Sunday,  27  4. 25
https://ikejimefederation.com/decapitation-vs-fish-bats-vs-brain-spikes/

Nah nah nahdon gimme tha look  Its twelveoclock somewhere
                                                                   Where? It’s sevenfortythree A Mhere.

Nyuk nyuk Nuuk  Greenland  Had tha one in the bagsaw ya comin
                                                                         Rub sleep from your eyes check your phone ifya care to challenge me

Pretty sassy.
After my night   Hellyah
                           Havent been to bedwrong  wrong  grinningshook his head not bed  sleep  I havent been to sleep yet
                  Just in
From last night?

    No     Mars
                    Duh last night

Redhead?

Aisling  She be the one

A tall drink of water.

Was a lot of ground to cover
                              Coudnt leave until I found identified all the constellations on her body formed by her freckles  Christ Im a fool for freckles

Family Irish?

Shes from Galway   Studying

She have to return any time soon?

Shes here on a student visa  F-One
                                          U Chicago
Chicago?
           Arya shitting me?
Canya believe it

    And she’s interested in you?

he sipped his RedbreastAah
                               Im an interesting guy

Use your pincer movement?

Unnecessary
               If Im not mistaken she clobbered me with one her own    U Chicago
I surrenderedtook a cab to her place
Astronomy began
Celestial objects

    On a celestial body

Sheesh.
        Yamind pouring me one?

On it broheim

1654,  reggaefriday,  25  4. 25
1040,  Sunday,  27  4. 25

26.4.25


You know I don dance

Come on man, have fun, dance, come out onto the floor.

Listen twinkletoes  Clean out your ears
                                              I don dance

What am I supposed to tell the girls?

The girls
               Wha have you toldem

Nothing more than we were going to show them a good time.

I can sit and still showem a good time
                                           You dance
You’re killing me.
                  Would it kill ya?

You opened your mouth Thas on you

Would it really kill you?


    I don dance
AwChrist.
                    They’re at the table. Help a brother out.

Broheim You knew better


they walkedup to the table 

the girls stood

Buddy introduced Joe  Loretta his steady
                                              he shook her hand  Loretta
Tha a family name or a throwback

Throwback.  Loretta Young.

Jesus No small challenge kiddo lot to live up to

You ain’t whistlin’ Dixie.

Thas fantastic
                 Keep it up an Ill try an stealya away from pretty boy

turning to the other woman Adelle

she didnt acknowledge him   nothing  eyes wide
                                                     then she said  He says you don’t dance.

Thank Gawd  Hes usually lamebehind the times
                                                      No  I don
Actually.  You do.

I do
You do.
I don

    You do.

this repartee backanforth amused him
                                          meeting someone the first time  tellinem something  usually they took him at his word

    How is it you think I do

Buddy and Loretta were still standing beside the table
                                                           very interested
I don’t think.  I know.

Adelle
         Weve just met
Met. Yes.
            But I’ve seen you dance.

he smiled  Youll have to refresh my memory

Buddy interjected
                    Careful.  Joe’s memory is as old as Christ’s dog.

Then he’ll remember.

she turned her attention back to him
                                       There’s no possible way you could remember me. 
I was just a face in the crowd.

I can’t imagine under lights you could see into an audience.

An audience

she smiled
              An enthusiastic audience.


Pull the trigger kiddo

Vegas.  Chippendale.

he smiledwas terribly humoured
                                   he turned  fullfaced Buddy and Loretta
I said I don dance 

I didnt say I didnt strip

Tuesday afternoon,  15  4. 25
2150,  Saturday,  26  4. 25
Tom Petty  A Face in the Crowd  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaegWuS_W2c 

I gotta admit Im keen on the array of books that are shelved behind people interviewed on-line or those who either host or are answering questions during podcasts

I literally stopem then use a magnifying glass to look behindem to see what theyre reading or have read

Ive come away with some fantastic titles and have found an leasedem through the public library

I am not ashamed to say that when I am lookin
                                                   Im dangerously close to havin an orgasm
An orgasm?

    Whas with the puss

Seeing titles, authors, almost gives you an orgasm?

Yes


That’s nuts.

Perhaps
             But let me say this about that

they chuckled
                this and that were part of their volleys currency  they amused themselves dropping it on each other

Please do.

If I had a podcast or were interviewed Have you any idea whawoud be behind me

I believe that’s a no-brainer.

Stop
       Think outside the box youre sorting through before you say

It’s a no-brainer.

I think   no  believe    youll be surprised

I’ll go with my instinct.

It may stink

    You’d have racks of books behind you too.


I woudnt

No?

I asked you to think outside the box

You have an extensive library.
                                   Then what?

Id have pin-ups papering the wall old pin-ups Playmates motorcycle auto magazines covergirls Id have several poster drawn by Robert Crumb
Fritz the Cat fame?

Yup   Hup Zap Mister Natural Head Comix  C  O  M  I  X
                                                                   Don want you being ignorant

Really?

Yah Why no one woud want to interview melisten to my curious takes my solution to Americas inequality

You have a solution?

I do

Care to share?

Happy to
           When Romney was running for president he insisted corporations were people too

When Castro took over Cuba he nationalised American corporations  It follows then tha government can nationalise American billionaires take their ridiculous offensive wealth leaveem five million a year negotiable
They can live handsomely on tha

Then redistribute the wealth Feed educate children Bolster the social safety net bolster medical care Have clean air clean water

A fresh start



That’s crazy.

    Its crazy it hasnt been done yet

Tuesday afternoon,  15  4. 25
1639,  Saturday,  26  4. 25