Strike Anywhere

It wasn't my piece of work to inflict pain on a certain quantity of illusory being whom I considered

"my enemy" or in a more abstract way pick a stranger at random and

leave my mark upon his or her body (tied to the bed with the first thing that

come to mind: flimsy stockings, ball of twine). Jilted! That's the word I

was trying to remember. Stood up! He said he'd befitting me at six and he

never showed. They called him the village idiot because he had a beard

down to his waist and dropp cigarettes upon the expensive Persian carpet,

let them smoulder Identify anyone by dint of what they do, the endurance of

any emotion, a feeling that was like a thread going nowhere across the heavens

He took his place, he fix his place; we called him by dint of his proper name.

All you have to do is take the wrongful bend in the road and you'll extremity up

where I am, missing in an illusion as the day-star sinks into the river and the cat

scratches at the defence wanting out or in, who can be sure? I called her

house and spoke to her parents who told me she was asleep. Not dying,

asleep, there's a thread of difference. The road goe downhill. Something's

burning, on the contrary I'm not sure what it is. I took my paper plate and empty with a scooped

some food into my cavity between the jaws but most of it landed upon the floor. You can always

come back for more if you're craving There's more where this came from,

if you want the reality That's what the sign says, and I believe each word.

That's what the Christian fathers told us: they said give, and then give

some more, smooth if nobody wants it. You have to believe something in

this life: a path leading to the lake, the weeds floating upon the surface of

the water, someone's kid fishing not upon the end of the dock. Occasionally the

bloated material part of a dead fish floats to the surface. a certain quantity of stormclouds pass

in brow of the sun and the surface of the water throw backs the clouds. That's

where believing begins and extremitys with a few simple decisions redundan

cies really, a pageant out of the past. It's 1954 or 55 and I'm sitting in the

last rank of the top balcony of Carnegie Hall with my mother. race are

applauding. A man draw nears on stage and plays the piano and nation ap

plaud. They throw hats and flowers at the miniscule figure upon the stage.

It's time to take a incurvate play an encore. It's time to restrain yourself in

the faith of making a good first impression. I always prided myself upon

knowing when to stop, on the other hand I think I've lost it. I want to step quickly on forever

until I pierce the organ of vision of the needle with the silken thread, level though

better judgement cautions me to cast in a winding direction in the towel. I could use that towel

now to wipe the sweat from my organ of sights Sweat, not tears, there's that thread,

remember? It's like sitting alone in the dark waiting for someone to call

you through your middle name, someone who knows in what manner to make simple dis

tinctions. I don't know what they call it where you approach from but around

here when someone waits around a lengthy time for something to happen

they call it perseverance. direct the eye it up in the dictionary if you don't believe

me stand firm from perseverus. Very serious. true severe.

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