Sunday, November 30, 2008

He Is Very Good

For the hell of it, you go and come back, take dictation from an advanced being, and go to the bathroom with a shed on your shoulders. It’s heavy, and your Dardanelles won’t budge. You lift everything you see in search of more, and instead you find less. There are little Japanese figurines in the corners, laughing at you with your eyes. You’ll be getting all the varieties every week. The Bob Dylan isn’t shy, he’s adorable. The stance is wide, the girls are everywhere, white sheets and The Goddamned Sound and the Fury. My mother was a fish. He likes sex, you can tell. She’s out here. He’s watching Diego. She’s writing. He’s William Carlos Williams and Cubist painting. She’s writing. She’s dealing with a pain in her neck. She never tells where it hurts and keeps her bullet safe inside. Good morning. The humiliations have been spectacular. She kissed him in the middle of dinner, in the middle of Geography. He’s having no luck with the ladies. He’s capital, just capital! He’s catching up. He finds New York brief, another round, misses doing things you wouldn’t expect. Cheers to our noble profession. He drinks, for the first time in a long time. He does business in Europe. He didn’t know it was for sale. His wife’s lawyer won’t leave him a pot to think in. Excuse us. He would very much like some wine. He drinks a martini with an onion in it. She doesn’t know why she picks the wrong boys. She wonders what is wrong with her. She’s got the wrong style. He’ll fix her. She looks at him. He is very good. Yes, yes, it’s okay, it’s good. They are in the pool. He assumes they are all well-off. He should take something up. He’s smarter than he’s ever been in his life, and his brain is more agile. His muscles are remembering their skills. Her father will take care of you, he likes having you around. You’re beautiful and you don’t take too much. You’re not possessive. You can be with anyone you want. As you can see we’re very tired. You don’t want to sleep. He gave away our room. She’s twenty one. Her father makes love at the other end of the pool. He gives her a bottle of gin. There are riots in the street. California was spectacular. The people were what was wrong with it. He eats mints to mask the scent of gin. He’s making it rain. He’s letting them open the kimono. He’s surrounded by white linens.

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