He needed some point to start His arm at. Settle. She was down on all 4's
and ashing behind the red candles unlit. He lit and imagined something
about a plastic six-shooter with its fake brown
stock, hammer, candle, He
didn't like his mind wander. He looked over, up, under, with the sound of
a splitting coke can, wondering how He did that. Bandages without
thinking again, He cupped some porcelain mound and removed the spoon He
kept in His pocket just for these occasions as His mother always said.
Now She was here and He began to discuss baseball. That always happened
in the cliches but She was playing with
Him by the cup Mr Lightly Touchdown
has a patch over one eye, now, injured, now, from an occassion just like
this as His mother always said. He snapped what He doesn't know with His
ma and Mr Lightly Touchdown vomiting lightbrite in the corner He was
known for that On an ocassion such as this He thought seeing in white
duck tape and some kind of grin which went undescribed for lack of time--
He thought? not moving for (he he he he) not moving for a few, 3 minutes,
now maybe 3 minutes maybe and He came back to the meaning in His mince
this absurd He or She or they or Mr Lightly Touchdown was thinking in the
corner of their mouths he has a hand under the slant of Her worn wooden
shoe and she was going through the motions of the cookie with a growl.