Praised be something. 3

Given the state of things. Listening for wood blocks. Looking around corners. Smelling something unfamiliar. Smelling stronger than you were before. Everything smells stronger. It is not unpleasant. If you couldn’t see it going down the drain then you didn’t read your book or watch enough tv when you were not doing homework. World is a given string. Ok to start again. No you are too old. Go into the pasture. I am singing this for you you know. Ok gravy. Beats me why he is so bushed all the time. It’s that dreaming hand always in his pockets making changes in the document and all of that, shuffles when he walks. There’s a tack in the heal of his shoe and it’s scraping up her floorboards. Did she say he could come in here. He is always with her boyfriend all the time. And he didn’t bring her flowers. No one brings her flowers. She doesn’t like it when they bring her flowers. What do they think she is, something out of tv from a hundred million years ago? Everywhere there’s history that doesn’t sign its name.

She was looking out for him.

Waiting for it seeing it is there and then taking hold of it and putting it in there. It’s still wet. Don’t believe it but pretend it’s milk which still is good for you. Cookies. Didn’t ambulate enough.

Someone’s talking in his ear. Didn’t pay the rent. Couldn’t resist it. Even though it goes against the grain. Is it not the way the fluid flow of it is flowing. It is bumping into things. Daring you to distribute it for a sign of something that’s to come. Like she didn’t care to show up this time either. But you’re waiting for her just the same. She is waiting for somebody too. If that makes your nickel. She was singing. What a singer. Did you hear her. It was easy then it wasn’t. And you wanted it to be the way it was. That is always something else again. It’s terrific Mr Standford.