He met her on a boat. Hull listed up on cinder blocks in the weeds out back. Sipping was from Dixie cups on that ship. Used to hang a hat had been a home. Now seasonal favorites skeening across the surface of the day like a sailboat on some great bay. Time make hash your expectations.
Like him I damn near know him. Me I'm a party, I pour it. He all screw it sprocket tip it succant pistol wish and sun come near him daily. That way there no such thing tender inquiry into his breakfast. But who need damn. Who need languish bedwise. Softpig only. For spillers and quailers and Yipes I never pearly-eyesed like so. Hushing if it were dusk.
She hampton she teaneck she take the what the fuck right out of you. When time was reach right through the married photo and puncture their very martinis. Sure happens my ass. Feel queasy but. Extra angry dope turned to turpentine, rags. Queasy before; after, queasy.
"Care what your neighborhood, sister, you tuck it in at night?" Care get her where she swiveled on it. Gum flatter than the shadow of the sidewalk. Bouncer bounced him. Olive rolling around the wet street that oblong weevil way. 2 AM tragedy in cricket-parted harmony. Then past now. He her him she grab the shoe, smash the heel off it, which hadn't happened yet when: presto symbol.
Couldn't avail himself practically speaking, talk about your risk. Not wax paper in neither bodega nor deli—CLOSED / CLOSED / CLOSED—not stapled to the telephone pole, not smiling, and the patent leather can't tap the upright. No not him. He seen violence from below. She swung like a lily he gone toothsome cut fang like a scythe. Her lipstick put the crease in his slack. All the smokes. Those grills them grays. Backyard. Cement. Chain-spitened fence.
When cup hand and hold head - when one gesture. What I thought I saw. What she thought. What he thought. What he thought before until and when the partykick shaped up and she pulled that stick-up stuck-up shit back on the boat. Then. Fuck she mean "unlearn?" Speaking of hearken. Yesteryear skate back to his neverward statue stillness. Move, man, move your moves. Only movement in flames she crackle she steam she slake she escape she say she spent she say she went the way of all vapors in a skirt. Drydock where the iceman keeps coming. Tunes of whistle. Come another she. Nother party nother day.