She was sitting in a chair at a beauty salon.. filing her red fingernails with an emery board....
I came bumbling along....
Her eyes were a certain color Green... difficult to ascertain.......
I grew infatuated.
I said 'hey' I don't want to be too forward with you but my favorite color is turquoise... a certain shade of it... its hard to describe but I know it when I see it.
You have pretty eyes...........
I don't want you to think I am rude... but I know you can't eat your own pussy.
I think the color of her eyes was pie phi green............
It all grew fuzzy , I can't remember what happened next.
Her green eyes just sucked me in....
Oh well... all's well that ends well...
My Favorite Color Green.
Pie Phi Green.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Thursday, May 5, 2016
A Life Of Living on the Fringes....... I am grateful for.
No Problem should exist.
It is somebody else's Revolt.
I was talking to Jo Anne in my dreams she died some years ago... she was married to the local attorney... Sam.
Often she would come to Co' Co's kitchen and order a coffee to go, I might be out front cleaning up the walkway...
She seemed to be at ease with herself...... always had time for a few words....... before she strolled out to her car and left.
A gentle rain.
She died of Cancer later I heard...............
I wonder if she knew at the time....?
I didn't.
Placid....... I guess that is the word I am looking for.. she seemed placid, perhaps in retrospect it was self resignation on her part?
I was up by the old Scotty's in between there and the Eckards drug store... I was messing with my old dump truck... That had an expired license plate...I had been out of town a good while and the law enforcement car was nearby with two agents in it... I stepped deliberate into their line of sight to block the bad sticker date...... It worked... or either they saw it and did not really care.
As I spoke with her briefly in passing........ I had been in a fire fight as of recent then ... and nearly been missed by a bullet, it was exciting.
As she walked away I felt it was important and inflated my ego to exaggerate and tell her the story before she left.
Every once and a while you meet a truly nice person... a sincere person...
It strikes me as sad she died so young... must of really been so for her husband......
Why would you have a dream out of the blue about some one you once barely knew but remember so well in the briefness of circumstance and reminisce about her demeanor towards yourself?
Just to share a moment a few words or two.... unhurriedly and speaking about nothing much.
What was it? .... a life............of
knowing some of the unusual and
living on the Fringes........ I am grateful for.
It is somebody else's Revolt.
I was talking to Jo Anne in my dreams she died some years ago... she was married to the local attorney... Sam.
Often she would come to Co' Co's kitchen and order a coffee to go, I might be out front cleaning up the walkway...
She seemed to be at ease with herself...... always had time for a few words....... before she strolled out to her car and left.
A gentle rain.
She died of Cancer later I heard...............
I wonder if she knew at the time....?
I didn't.
Placid....... I guess that is the word I am looking for.. she seemed placid, perhaps in retrospect it was self resignation on her part?
I was up by the old Scotty's in between there and the Eckards drug store... I was messing with my old dump truck... That had an expired license plate...I had been out of town a good while and the law enforcement car was nearby with two agents in it... I stepped deliberate into their line of sight to block the bad sticker date...... It worked... or either they saw it and did not really care.
As I spoke with her briefly in passing........ I had been in a fire fight as of recent then ... and nearly been missed by a bullet, it was exciting.
As she walked away I felt it was important and inflated my ego to exaggerate and tell her the story before she left.
Every once and a while you meet a truly nice person... a sincere person...
It strikes me as sad she died so young... must of really been so for her husband......
Why would you have a dream out of the blue about some one you once barely knew but remember so well in the briefness of circumstance and reminisce about her demeanor towards yourself?
Just to share a moment a few words or two.... unhurriedly and speaking about nothing much.
What was it? .... a life............of
knowing some of the unusual and
living on the Fringes........ I am grateful for.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Sometimes Nothing Stands To Reason
A seedy Palm lined Street in Barahona Dominican Republic just short of the Haitian Batays on the two Countries borders..........
Disco Music was thumping loud in the background.... the female vocalist was damn near screaming out the lyrics 'Who Contradict Me' near the dance floor... with the mirrored ball suspended above and spinning.
She was a Latina cop with a hard body on the local Police force.. on the take.
She was working a crime a murder nearby that occurred with a blade of some sort.
She wore a khaki shirt with no bra.. loosely buttoned.
She had on Gold Rings and Chains to match.
A White dog was in the Walkway behind the gate where the apartment was he had rented... she was asking questions of him, a real dump of a place.. a bed, light, fan and window...... with a shared shower and shitter.
He called the window the Puerta.. it was actually easier to get inside his room thru the window then the door from outside.. he kind of liked that feature... especially when he had been drinking rum....
He ran a line on her she was not easy he had to convince her... she accepted she would meet him later for some good sex, a hard body cop non the less he thought.
Emily was here name...
He stopped and figured to himself as he began to unbutton her khaki blouse.. ' That is the trouble with the world..... forgone conclusions'
He grew excited at the co co color of her skin.
The family he came from was arguing around the table... his Uncle had said something about Talent Will Out and his mother was expounding on what a piece of Shit Hitler was......
He thought about it and came to the conclusion.......
'Sometimes nothing stands to reason'
Disco Music was thumping loud in the background.... the female vocalist was damn near screaming out the lyrics 'Who Contradict Me' near the dance floor... with the mirrored ball suspended above and spinning.
She was a Latina cop with a hard body on the local Police force.. on the take.
She was working a crime a murder nearby that occurred with a blade of some sort.
She wore a khaki shirt with no bra.. loosely buttoned.
She had on Gold Rings and Chains to match.
A White dog was in the Walkway behind the gate where the apartment was he had rented... she was asking questions of him, a real dump of a place.. a bed, light, fan and window...... with a shared shower and shitter.
He called the window the Puerta.. it was actually easier to get inside his room thru the window then the door from outside.. he kind of liked that feature... especially when he had been drinking rum....
He ran a line on her she was not easy he had to convince her... she accepted she would meet him later for some good sex, a hard body cop non the less he thought.
Emily was here name...
He stopped and figured to himself as he began to unbutton her khaki blouse.. ' That is the trouble with the world..... forgone conclusions'
He grew excited at the co co color of her skin.
The family he came from was arguing around the table... his Uncle had said something about Talent Will Out and his mother was expounding on what a piece of Shit Hitler was......
He thought about it and came to the conclusion.......
'Sometimes nothing stands to reason'
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