i can't recall winston's face

neuroma+-++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++. ineffective, unregulated, nerve regeneration so like when i go stutter
it comes out st st st uuuttttterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

no not like that.

he was on the committee to re group
in brazil, but somehow the memo got crossed
with a transportation edict  so now
we don't know where he was sent
from the post gitmo courtroom.

it's always a short step from thought crime
to did you see what he said on facebook  ?
what do you mean he has no fb page, everyone has...
oh right. he's no one now.
who?
what were we discussing,
 it's time for happy hour.
every body saddle up .





:)  :)  ::)









even if i could remember the names of all
those stories that need to be
told, i don't know that i could understand
their lives any more than my own.
and what's so important about understanding
the life of a line tech, your hairdresser,
her next door neighbor, the flagman's nephew>
the layering is thick. bricks require
mortar, clay. clay requires slated mineral, slick
moldable, fungible. the story of   shale
the weight of the office cleaner's talent.

when we met you told me i should be teaching.
i asked why you dropped out, decided i
made a wrong turn writing it off. but what can you do.
shrug your shoulder,dust off this guy's footprint.
share the tequila, write a song.

i'm wating for the music to go soft
like your smile under water, swimming
to me, mostly trusting
i'll be there. today a younger one
supplanted you, she called me granny too.
i can dig it.










:):):):):):)













the ladder was yellow and she waits down there
says go ahead on this one, and i fell so fast,
like a dart , my legs straight in front of me
my head and my butt landed same time.
oh baby, she says, that is a fast slide
are you ok? and no, i'm not. it was scarey
gramma why did you let me do that
are you crazy? that's what i'd say if i could
catch my breath, but i just cry and cry and cry
mostly because i mean if you can't trust gramma
who's left?































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seriously, he was a friend of mine.
but i'm not supposed to
i mean, he wasn't on the approved...
well, he was. initially.
i could kind of tell he wasn't with the program.
it made me uncomfortable
to talk to our bosses about him.
i thought they could tell i was hiding something.
but i had nothing to give them.
i mean i had no proof though anything
he said, maybe it was the way he looked so pained
during exercise or ...
i don't know. he just stopped coming in one day
and i wish i could remember
more than his face, what i may have said
about him. ...
cuz you know, it feels like they're looking at me now.