the timboucher experience

i’m so hungry that i’m just stupid enough to not be affected by what you think is your hot pure intelligence. i’m a ten ton pile of manure which just rolled into the coast. and folded its arms here and died. i could broker some kind of major peace deal, if that’s what you wanted. i’m accelerating quickly. it’s going to be many moons before i come back for you, i’ll tell you that much. i coulda broke your records, and your heart, all in one fell swoop. instead i’m on the first ship skyward, and so much the better. the unfairness of moonbeams filtering through to your face on the porchlight. you wince. once i would have attended to you silently. just imagining our perfect blissful union. you’re a construction worker with no blueprints. i’m wearing blue pants. sky-stained with love’s own juices. i heard they sell prints of classical paintings down at the harbor. i heard you can ride them all the way across the atlantic, and finally go back home again. i’m gonna try it one of these days. that and steal a dragon-boat and ride all the way to the chesapeake, and from there, god only knows. why are they watching us? quick now, turn and hold your arms out. stick out your tongue and bite down on the ice. sending little showers of shivers to girls gathered there. gator tongues gaggling. giggle twins going down on one another. shop vacs in laundromats. i’m all out of ammunition to fight you. head severed from shoulders is the only way i’d be willing to knight you. you know, it’s an old custom. in my land. to be dead by the dawn. to roll into horseshoes and spots. palomino trails going down to the water’s edge. you’re a quick witted ape. ailing for my alimony. i’m attached to magnetic impulse engines drilling for oily dog money love lips drop ship into anchors off ports too far to recall. i’m swimming in only my skin and a fifty foot gallon of floor hats. and shark vets. and hatches on submarines flubbering. oh yes, i know. it’s equally upsetting to me. with all this biting and bitching. it could have been easier had we never even discovered this place. this place of uncovered manholes. where men step in and are swept out to sea. pirates and love rules out there. and not always in that order. i think i overheard your name last night as i was falling asleep. it was whispered by my right ear into my left ear. trying to catch what had been expelled on the silk june nights.

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