obscurus

In the garage a large Buick was moving on its own accord-front & back in its allotted space. I showed S. an existential sketch: a mirror reflecting a well dressed man-the man was but a stick. I wanted her

as sidewalks and other routes were paved. He and she were breathing heavy.Tall silver building- we were waiting. I parked the stolen grocery cart outside; the security guy bade us wait.

I debated: navy pinstripe pants? My leather ones were over 10 years old.

I put on the burner of the gas stove & fumbled for matches. She found them- I thought the place might explode. I lit the burner. She saw nothing; I five flames streaking upwards.

I gave up & agreed to try again. She however, went upstairs & just received my postcard. She said it was off, we must talk about the card. I wondered what it was I wrote.

I order "Dry", have 4 or 5 beers, feel bloated. $21.10 or something. Ever see Village People, guy asks at bar. In ‘77 I lie. A pile of postcards; unsent, sat there. One of them was mine from a few years ago. It had words written on it; when I looked again they were gone.

I told N of the heights in Monte Carlo-French Riviera-how you push yourself to the edge to drop in the waterfall. Your peripheral is wide open. Beautiful.

The water of the sink wouldn’t shut off; only for a moment it would wane. My grandfather spoke w/ a clear, young deep voice, insisting I have coffee w/ him. When would I ever see him again?

I was in the plane remarking how smooth the ride was. Suddenly, the plane veered left & started to drop.

The rock star removed the flowers off the hole his son dug. He was up on charges soon- the reporter was convinced to lay down her defenses & sip some vintage red with all.

My front license plate came loose in front of A & D. The silicone seemed to be holding, but A didn’t think so. I opened a new 10 dollar pack of license plate holder; inside was a tungsten tipped flat screwdriver, better than my own. Further still, was a whole set of drivers, pro models. I lucked out!

I drove my car and pulled some guy on a bike up the ramp of a building to the top where he took his place amongst the others leaning on the columns of the top course. Many were as him. Scattered through the city. Looking down.

I was at a bullfight, watching. The matador jumped on a bull- the bull managed to put a hoof on his neck. He was stopped by the officials & the announcer said the bull saved the whole herd. They raised the matador on two metal poles piled on concrete blocks & just then 2 old women, short & weathered, ran up to him w/ yellow flowers, crying.

I stood amidst crenellations of an artifact. J was walking, a lion posed next to her.

My father was there.

At the train station in Italy I said goodbye to him. I told him to wait while I called someone he didn’t want to talk to. When I turned around after the phone call he was gone. I was alone in Italy.

In the city, I await bus w/ nurse girl, black hair, cute. I paid a coin already. Cops sitting around playing cards. Local homeless person flies into rage, runs to side of bus & bangs & kicks it. Enormous violence. He then settles down & leaves. Laughing cop comes over to inspect damage.

The tree was shaken; what seemed a wild boar hiding in the leaves was in fact a bear. It landed marauding upon the shaker's back. We ran. Its habitat shrinking, the 1600 lb. creature wasn't invisible enough.An unstable woman was still in my room throwing tissues into wine.

I held on dearly as the wooden vessel ploughed thru the waters at 100 knots- I atop the mast, ducking wooden beams an inch overhead. The wood was slippery, wet: the known & loved waved goodbye.

Now: open sea. Lights out.

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