grim

spontaneous

a misfortunate cat feral  face only a farsightedmother could love showed up outside his house like all the other outdoor cats in his life

                               like many outdoor women in his life

showedup

Take me in.

    they didnt ask

implied

apparently a sucker for implication

    sucker for pussy

2229,  Monday -- Labourless Day,  1  9. 25

it occurred to him

in order for him

to have suicidal ideations

      the only way

hed have to take anti-depressants

SSsRIs

SssNRIs

    sounds like a pit of vipers conversing

2029,  Monday – Labourless Day,  1  9. 25

he knocked vigorouslywas excited  itd been a year

                                                      could hear him shuffling up the tiled foyer Pickup your feet Dad  Pickup your feet  Gonna catch a grout joint tumble smack your puss on the floor doormaybe the door  not as far a fallmaybe can drop to your kneesforearms up protect your kisser

his old man answered the front door

it swung in

his father backpedaled

                         getting an eyeful of him he backpedaled more steps than were necessary

like laughing too hard at a joke  bordering obnoxious

                                             Jesus Christ.

Ja yes

        Exactly the look I was goin forJesus Christ

Donya just wanna nail me up on a cross invite the Ku Klux Klan have a barbecue

                                                                                      I think Id taste more like pork than chicken

1330,  Monday – Labour Day, 1  9. 25

1546,  Monday – Labour Day

he groanedFuck  Not again

she rocked forward off the arm towards him

                                               they were sitting on the couchhe was rubbing her legs her feet

    her feet

                    somehow

she turned him into a foot fetishist it gets easier to say over time  hadntever attracted him before

                                                                                                  What’s up, babe?

Cant people  just   say

AGT?

Ja

    You know it

I’m afraid I do. When I tune in you tune out sit beside me reading, utterly oblivious to what I’m watching, listening to.

Obviously not porn

                    she laughed the marvelous merriment  deepdimples going off complimenting her gay musical hahas  No. Not porn.

             she saw the earnest expression in his face

Yawanna try?

    I shoud

You should. 

              I’ll cross my fingers for you.

Wha was it again

A.  G.  T.

Say it  it sounds like someone gaggin on a deepthrust cock

                                                                   she cocked her head aside  It does.

Agt

       Imagining gaggin on my own cock

That’d be a trick.

Ya think

That’s my trick.

It is

she pushed her heel into his crotch

                                      Arya kiddin’ me? This banter’s making you hard?

You kiddin me kiddo

                      You walk past meyour presence  your scent    your vibe turns me on

You’re crazy.

                  Anything forthcummin . .

. . Caught tha

Let me finish . . .

Four cumming.

                   I’m gonna turn you inside out.

Until you spit it out.

A G T

That’s my boy.

Porn

Please.

          I can’t think right now.  she gently kneaded  his cock  she was distracting him  cockwondering

Phew

        A G  T

A Goodly Threesome  Think Threes Company

                                                    Methinks

Againstan between Giant Tits

                                 Methinks

Agonising  Growing   Trouble in my pants

That’s enough that’s enough, I’m getting hot.

Please

          Ive no idea  Give it to me

she pulled her legs awayknelt beside himunbuttoning her blouse

                                                                                    breathless  A G T. America’s Got Talent.

    Whas tha . . .

                        he was focusing

  

2157,  Saturday,  30  8. 25

1330,  Monday – Labour Day,  1  9. 25

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rS7in7OdWQ 

in Milos honour

he exaggerated a blink Awcomon.

No awcomon

                 You ever know me not to have a reason

Your reasons often scarcely hold onto the edge, the lip, of plausibility.  Probable.

Possibly

             Ya might be wrong

You torture right and wrong, make either convenient for you, have them help affirm your queer sensibilities.

    But ifyall  pause    one second

                                           Im sporting an obvious hint

Hint?

           It’s a surprise party for Dad, his ninetyseventh birthday.

Aahja  Every days a surprise for Dad

                                         An in kind he surprises you

What do you think he’s going to say when he sees you, only getting to see you once a year, seven days?

    He gonna recognize you?

Hell say  What? Your barber die?

                                    An hell be right

Im finishing out the year in Milos honour

                                            Only his hands have cut my hair this year cut my hair made me beautiful since twothousandsixteen

I’m sorry. My condolences.

     he got mistyeyed

                      Thank you  Cat was too much fun   Too  much  fun

1116,  Monday – Labour Day,  1  9. 25

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young  Almost Cut My Hair  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=as5lE64J1hQ

she lovedabsolutely loved was being facetious when she listened to white Christian Republicans address their statesaddress anybody who would listen she had no choice but to although she wouldnt listen to felon she read transcripts read his braying Truth Socialnot online when it appearedtranscribed by worthwhile news sources

whenever chokes when she understands the majority of people in their state found them  palatable  whenever they speak what usually rolls off their tongue as introduction to whatever calamity they were told to perform or their gerrymandered legislatures deciding against the will of the people who voted to pass democratic commonsense referendums

                                they say

their preamble

they tout

Faith

God

Family

and Freedom cant have God first separation of church and state by the Constitution which they believe is too long-in-the-tooth theocracy destined

her skin chaffs

her brain roils

                whenever that inevitable line-up is puked spewed   a susurrating wound

                                                                                                   Wheres

America

how

many

other

descriptors

follow

Freedom

before

America

appears

 

   they remind her of people who sack newborn kittens and throw them in a river

theyre not cruel

   depraved

444preferred,  Friday,  29  8. 25

1130,  Monday – Labour Day,  1  9. 25

Kate Smith  God Bless America  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvUxPIoZf4g  Hokey she thought not

World War 1  Yip Yip Yaphank  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2J7_4AkApgE

https://www.classical-scene.com/2010/04/18/entertaining-the-troops-with-yip-yip-yaphank/

she identifies as she

it wasnt a pronoun debate  assertion

                                           just good oldfashion   she

she does not identify when she writes with I or me  reads themshe believes far too frequently

I  me   make declarations statements

                                         her classics  You’re either with U.S. or you’re against U. S..

Bushwhackers

or make threats

Declares States and Makes ThreatsOhmy

                                               only thing she lacked and certainly wasnt going to acquire was a knock-off of Dorothys blueanwhite gingham pinafore fittedbodice twostraps kneelength skirt worn over a creamcoloured highnecked blouse and those goddamn  goddamn   puffy sleevesher mother dug them  she herself never wore them  she was a woman  but continually outfit her as a little girl  on Sundays  for church  in similar attire  puffyfuckin sleeves until

                                                       she threatened to go to church naked rather than wear

assimilate  Dorothy

they didnt have a dog

goldfish

her mother could tolerate goldfish

they didnt shed

didnt have to take them for a walkalthough when she read in the backyard at the picnic table in the shade of a black walnut and a pear tree she took them outside so they could see the fishbowl she lived in

    her neighbourhood

she was pretty sure the goldfish thought as they gold that all human beings were white  like her neighbourhood

                 if the little boy nextdoor that summer ran through the sprinkler into a ray of sunlight he shone like a Fourth of July silverwhite sparkler at night

stunninglywhite

                    like her fathers bleached starchedwhite shirts hung to dry in the sun on the clothesline

goldfish

whitepeople

all in glass bowls

didnt dare throw stones

then she did as a teenager

all hell broke loose

the sex was great

 

she identified as she

disliked the subjectivity of Is and mes adored 

dissecting the world objectively

                                    but

as with all worthwhile human beings whatever colour

she was being who she was

    immaculately                                    

2359,  Sunday,  31  8. 25

1023,  Monday – Labour Day,  1  9. 25

https://www.c-span.org/clip/white-house-event/user-clip-youre-either-with-us-or-against-us/4985475

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SOkm0XryIc 

he bought Delilah a second apricot fizz said Vernors ginger ale not that Sam would have forgotten to tell the bartender

          he was a firm believer in redundancy  Sam knew

hed been fuckedover once too many times

now unsparing

                 an curbin his tongue  wasnt high on his list of priorities

Well I neve . .

. . Yashoud have been  a long time ago

                                            Had you then I woudnt have had to bitch ya now

Interrupt  your charmed life

    his friends and family described him as rude

he curled their hair

                      rude

that offended him

in the vernacular  he was brutally honest

Don wanna hear

Leave me out of it

 

Sam brought their drinks over

Thanks kiddo

Yabet Joe.

 

So.   You ever daydream about the past?

    Daydream

                      Nostalgia

Oh.   

        I . . . yes . . I suppose it is.

No

      You

My family home.   My parents, my siblings.  It was a haven.

heaven coursed through his mind

                                     though having just met  enjoying drinks  conversation  he gave her an undeclared reprieve

No  Nothing like that

    This is your hometown Ja

It is.  I mean my parents' house.

he nodded he got it  I grew up two thousand miles away from here

                                                                      Might say I couldnt get further away without leaving the country

You didn’t like your growing up?

Loved it  Woudnt have changed a thing

                                           But thasall in the rearview mirror

Cant Go Home Again  Tom Wolfe

I left when I was twenty

    Do you know, or understand, why you left haven’t looked back?

Baggage

           Ifya havent baggage graduating high school being eighteen  ya havent lived

I contend with whas minemy responsibility

                                               I aint luggin anyone elses

 

Im from an enormous Catholic family

    Im an atheist

                        I don care

   

1717,  Saturday,  30  8. 25

1634,  Sunday,  31  8. 25

Monkees  Daydream Believer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvqeSJlgaNk

Words up to its old mischief silentlyaltering words he didnt type

                                                                      like anything computer

like continuing to date a girl who cheated on yaya a fuckin idiot questioning her watching her like a hawk

I really don’t appreciate you scrutinisin . .

. . I . didn’t appreciate you . . cheatin on me.

he wrote Im payin again an Word changed it to Imp ayin its outed  he let it stand

                                                                                 he got Imp Whas ayin

Ahyes  forgot   sixteenth letter of the twentytwo lettered Hebrew alphabet

in the same text he wrote Im eatin hurriedlyglanced seemed to him the precursor is Im the apparent ephedrine and pseudoephedrine kickers commonly found in cold and decongestant medicineBUT Word didnt flopdidnt Ime atin

Googled Ime

              Independent Medical Examination

doesnt matter that the second two letters were lowercase Google makes acronyms out of anything or rather now-common English usage 

Googled atin

               Adoption taxpayer identification number

used by the IRS which fomentedsparked him to discover realise ITINs ATINs TINs SSNs  though to be fair those acronyms used uppercase letters for their abbreviations which likely meant and when he wrote them

Word respected them

    it is with some testy umbrage towards what the computer deferred  allowed  those acronyms but somehow couldnt leave his spelling alone

                                                      Whos wrioting here

 

1122,  Sunday,  31  8. 25

1451,  Sunday

BEISU

this was going to be hard to top goinforth into the futureNuts

                                                           all fuckin night long

he dreamt in manga back to front artwork was fabulous crisp lines faultless shading scores of attractive characters  if it wasnt Japanese they were speaking it sounded awfully Oriental  looking around he asked Excuse me excuse Translator  Anyone

                                           they didnt understand him

he picked up a lonely fortune cookie

                                       JaChinese it was cool  Coolie

didnt thwart the dream one iota Oriental

snapped the cookie open inside  a word

                                             B  E  I  S  U   if that didnt look Chinese Japanese Oriental

hed eat the cookie

                       Are you going to eat that

No.

Why

I don’t eat fortune cookies.

You could have asked the server not to bring you one

I don’t think they would have understood me.

They understood you when you ordered

I pointed to the picture on the menu.

she did

Im eatin it  Im payin for it

Fortune’s mine.

Its yours  I have my own

                        B  E  I  S  U

    the word continued to keep poppingup over an over an over obscuring the action behind it when it did like the Goodyear blimp at night flashing a message on its side to those who lookedup because they were familiar with the sound of its propellors near stealthnot stealth

B  E  I  S  U

                      thats a message from Beyond

his dreamingself elbowed his dreamedself

                                             Ill be backwell  be back

EVIDENTLY  I got to wake him up for him to write it down then maybe itll stop flashing go down like the Hindenburgmaybe flames blues an purples not ruin our acquired dreamed nightvision

he woke him up

                  he wrote it down  B  E  I  S  U

fell back to sleep like jumping off a cliff without any intent of hitting bottom meeting his Maker  Makers

wasnt interested in watching his parents have sex in the missionary position particularly against the backdrop of dreamed sex where nobody had a backbonefucked like eels slick like eels

those were mightytough to wake from 

    

 

    when he finally emerged from sleep fed the cats in an out made coffee he firedup the computer Googled  B  E  I  S  U

                 NOPE   DENIED

he was dismayed

but then he thought

no means no

but no doesnt mean NOPE

                             he pressed on

whaif   whaif  B  E  I  S  U    was a Word JUMBLE

whynot

    him fuckin with himself

he could tolerated thattolerated that

                                       wasnt a turnip fallen off the wagon

unsophisticated

and he was good at JUMBLE

Googled  E  B  I  S  UBAM

                                    Japanese manga   The God of Fishermen and Good Luck

if someone tried to tell him his dreams werent fruitful hed punch them in the belly

overnight before 7AM,  Sunday,  31  8. 25

1147,  Sunday