My Aren't We Cute, Sweet Nipple Suck (POEM)

Quantification of darkness, PTSD with a word processor wonderin' Y Gogol would redline (7 Sq'd?) (should read GOOGLE) as though a thick battle (two sentences south) prattle: all hat, no chattering cattle, smattering, tattering.  As though we're after the 'stolden Swissfish' meant to type stolen.  Litigiousness impossibly 'lost and found' naming rights for Exxon. The ol' boy would change symbols, much to do with puss and boots, balance beams, such as that romantic rush, deeply exhaled grey nicotine wafed, those 'real ingredients', just happy there ain't no cure for the summertime blues, that froth of water, what have they done, these anarchist films, midnight's oxymoron: Political Science . . . an interesting choice of religious discipline. Conjecture, even rhyme is worth that Roosevelt dime. Sayin' the whole beef jerky of it, the warm, safe and dry. Let us try. We've infra-red contacts, drops, bits and streaks, streamingly the trout leapt mouthing a fly. Set the hook, that's all it took. Rainbow has left the brook, not far just outside Loveland. Seasonal shoulder parking allowed along the Colorado River (source: La Poudre Pass Lake). Splashes on lens, that 'debatably' unnecessary microscopic zoom framed by red Xs. Wait. & see.  Allen Ginsberg is objecting to three-D printed liquid cheddar. Tambourine in hand, foggy autumn mist.  An English Major in the corner office in that new sweater observes. The white moon 5/8's just so. This last day of November. Or shall we remember? Percussion, Tulips, Sadistic Defense. Perfect smack-dab center country, where they know their fiddle, bandsaws, channel guides, fifes, Standard and Poor's: greens, reds; some of the best elevator music, up then down, stasis and round: Advent through Ascension. An Avi for thee. Albeit there'd be a recollection, penultimate look back, by the Korean Conflict Veteran in need of a haircut; a certain 'desktop' conversation how his reddened eyes squinted blinkering smoke. Ol' buddy  told me, "The guys kept going out in the darkness without flashlights. They said the girls weren't far.  Watch your step. You'll hear 'em.  Finally I left the foxhole," he said. "Groping, stumbling uphill. I found a sleeping girl. I touched her shoulders. How'd I ask her? Other voices quietly saying GI! GI! Here! She was dead, jim. Cold. She was dead, half naked. I sneaked away. The sky lit up. Silent for a flash. That's how I remember those hills and those women --- girls. I'm no atheist, you?" I wanted to tell him that unfulfilled writers wind up knowing more about other writers than writing.  In the fast food joint's lunch line (I was reading John Cheever) I was triangulated by at risk kids and I overheard them whisper, ". . .get the Jew's wallet. . ." I kinda squared my cordovan glossy earth shoes to what might be interpreted as a Taekwondo 'alert' stance.  The boys were lean even in heavy jackets, team jackets, darting eyes, tying shoes . . .smiling, I turned to the youngest teenager and asked, "Do you guys study Gregory Corso in school?" "What up? Say what?" "Next, please," the curly hair-netted platinum blonde at the register said. Abruptly through the chrome swayed doors the manager strode out waking up a wino who'd been snoring on folded arms. Disorientated, the man tipped over his empty paper cup. "Where?" he yelled. Quickly the tough kids left the restaurant, disappearing toward the winter sunlight.

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Comment by Arthur James on November 30, 2017 at 3:37pm

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Comment by J.P. Hart on November 30, 2017 at 6:17pm

Mr Arthur Zeno James,

The back of the class holds the most expensive chairs. 'Tuff 'nuff peer group. Later, maybe changing light bulbs, one may breathe deeply, concerned with executive capacities. Brightest mentor I knew was aware of the dangers of comp. post. O'Leary, O'Riley, pixie angelic dust and you get the 'left behind' picture. And apologies for tardiness, this tHank-you reply, with further appreciation.  Sincere condolences about Mrs. James.  As well your wounds and founded, rational concerns of being 'subjected' to so-called WChair. I remember your younger days descriptor of 'taking out' those two enemy soldiers. No surprise how you described their eyes. Must have been like confronting a S.E.A. tiger.  O did I say welcome home?  I was going to thankyou moreso for having survived the Vietnam War.  Smartest best ol' ex-friend, spoke ad-libbingly of 'acute aesthetic boredom'.  Naked she winked at me saying, "That was a f-pyroglyphics-if I ever had one." Where was I? O finite resources, pragmatism, and a mano to mano graci' for not including those protracted spiroglyphics closing your most recent comment.  Key senators might read here.  I understand (or read somewhere) that the top hundred human beings (if power, integrity and kingly benefits are to be admired)  must raise $20k per diem in order to even entertain campaigns for re-election. Hey I was going to ask if you've a CDL as I've eyes on a well-maintained Kenworth within which we could dead-head Brooklyn to Bakersfield or Lodi to Lodi. Bangor to Bel Aire? I need a serious, sober driver with, well, endurance.  You'd pass the D.O.T. physical, no?  Rig could be stunning, chromed. Ostentatious. They'll see us coming! (ez does the air-horn bloke)~ No problem left turns. You're so high up over the stoplights.  i'd be in the sleeper typing on my Surface Pro.  I figure what with driverless vehicles, truck driving as a profession has what? 7.2 years to go?  We'd be stealthy. I'd (contractually) be able to service your American Express card(s) with NFL level 'pay per view' whatchamacallit? Blogcasts. Do you hear from Matt Faust?  Naw to your ?!.  I am unfamiliar with Veterans'Today. Caution! Protraction is subject to redaction.  Just think in terms of, ". . .stately into big L.A . . ."  Maybe not. I was over on wikilectual 1st now realizing that Gregory Corso looks (accurately melded) like Robin Williams & Roy Orbison. AZJ, do you have any original posts forthcoming? 

JPH

(wayside,Ixonia, WI, Cup'o Kindness Time)

Comment by Arthur James on November 30, 2017 at 6:24pm

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Comment by J.P. Hart on December 2, 2017 at 6:40am

Hey thanks for the 'like' thread push Steel Breeze!

Edited just now with an eye toward grammatically correct punctuation.  Later I may ferret out and alter some of the ha-ha look at me stream of consciousness. E.g. [sic] ' As though we're after the 'stolden Swissfish' meant to type stolen.'  Read once that 'front end' readers and junior editors spend their working lives with a sharp eye for amateurs. That is, such professional readers go through the proverbial '24 stacks of mail' alert for the special something that separates the wheat from the chaff.  Ontherotherhand, maybe that's all there is, you know, isn't it rich? O good Saturday all around. I may drive far away until Eye in the Sky plays on the radio. Tape deck is funny, no good. Way too early for anything other than cleaning. Maybe re-alpha the library, tack up a new shelf. It's so quiet and still this DEC morning--it would be sacrilegious to run a Shop Vac or bench saw.  Maybe go back to bed and dream of Galveston. 

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