Williams time table

"I believe in achieving the after sex relationship before sex."

"And I believe that beautiful women initially look at fucking as a liability."

"Something tells me we are starting on two different levels of thought."

"Forgive me, continue with your opinion."

"How can you punch me with no arms?"

"Right."

"If a woman can see that love through conversation, compassion exists outside the structure of a relationship and even sex, it can change their idea of what a true relationship is."

"You some sort of guide?"

"What do you mean? You see this as a job or another method."

"Running game? Yea. Different methodology, but with same purpose."

"Words from a man who still practices unhooking a bra in the dark." He said tapping his watch.

"Dig, too candle light, though to be more accurate."

"Right."

"Of course."

"And we know each other how?" He said reaching for his bag.

"We have the same Mother."

"Right."

We are not taking love and heading into the sunset; we are going to use it to liberate ourselves from these tired old concepts and centuries of ruined lives.

Their design requires counsel

we are given


who we need









their appearance and demographic



the false controversy they cause









must be deliberated.















we are given




who we need

i love your smirk




your chuckle



the way your eyes curve down like an umbrella when you smile






and that your favorite font is this



yes

all of it

"The train
has left
the station."

she is a veteran
of something


but a virgin here



oh such an amateur at what others are weighted down in.

Lemons for William

"She came over at 11 last night to make lemonade for me."


"lemonade?"


"Yea."

"Is that was she was calling it?"


"This woman is different or maybe I am." He finished his beer and flagged a waitress down for another. "She came over with about 8 lemons, raw cane sugar and a small container of blackberries." He said pulling himself closer to the table.


"At night?"


"Yea."


"No Vodka?"


"No thank you."


"What is the significance of this?"


"You can't see?"


"You seem to be amiss yourself."


"Amiss?"

"Yea."

"What the fuck is that word doing in your sentence? Anyway I claim to not know, but its her weightlessness and authenticity. There was some carnality to our evening, but don't you see? Authenticity is somewhere in those lemons."

Soaking Mae

"He promised me the rain would pass."



"Of course he is in charge of that."



"I was looking so pretty. I was in this Ralph Lauren floral; my hair tamed..."



"Your attitude developing like thunder showers."



"I meet this man for the first time and I am completely soaked."



"The park has a covering band shell."



"Yes." She then sighed.



"And?"



"The music was excellent and everyone piled closed to the stage."



"I understand, but knowing you, after a while you wasn't looking to stay dry were you?"



"Why do you say that?"



"You didn't like him. You could have went to the lower level to stay dry."



"Maybe."



"But your soaking flagellates you in front of him. And then you are are like, look at what the fuck you have done to me."

"And he didn't get it." She sighed. "I hate you."

"Yes."

"I wasted my time."

"Your mind is ridden with someone else so it's ok."

She laughs. "And I discovered that it is no help that he doesn't have and online presence."

"What do you mean?"

"Netflix is all he has and since we are still friends there, it is the only place I can observe him without him noticing."

"You are in a boat 25 miles out from the coast of Pitiful."

"I am instead anchoring there, purchasing some goods on the dock."

"Of course."

"You love no one so how could you understand."

"There is that."

"I sit there staring at the movies that are "at home." and wonder why none of my recommendations are in his Que." She says adamantly. "I see what he gives high stars and then I read his reviews. I read his languished sentence about Finding Nemo--again, just to be close to him."

"What can I say?"

"What can I say?" She says silently "That's all it leaves me searching for."

"Well you do have a boat."

"And a soaked pack of cigarettes."

"What is it about not talking to him, Mae?"

"I don't know I guess speculation gives me the opportunity to be ready to run."

"So you don't know what he's thinking?"

"Well I feel--since he is not talking to me his doubts are on loud speaker."

"And.."

"Yes?"

"You don't want to talk to him?"

"Well." She started and then went silent.

"You like drama don't you?"

"What?"

"When you was growing up your favorite show was Dallas wasn't it?"

"Falcon Crest."

"If there isn't a conspiracy you create one don't you? I didn't know this about you Mae."

"All you know is I like Pall Malls."

"And lemon cookies."

"But I'm also afraid."

"OK."

"I just like the beginnings of a relationship."

We were both there





and then you convinced me that I was.





I believed you









but you are alone
your actions say you are alone

Playwright

the playwrights


yes



it keeps are lines clever

and our sighs dramatic






slowing our pace






lengthening our act


oh we make it something don't we?


misdirected frustration, anguish,

and tears



our answers remain in the moment




our fears everywhere else



the dramatists

we wrote it.

Delays

no building shelters
demanding attention






delays







we are one
all are relationships are supplemental











this will show us that.

other side

from your tale
I saw you sitting there; candles burning
belly laughing. Telling stories

I see this tale
but i could not see this side

i am reluctant

plugging


it all in again is done with reluctance




why? I may ask myself
it all means well and its beautiful


but consternation still tugs a little at my sleeve


i am a little reluctant

Lanvin is Beautiful

"Sun glasses doesn't mean your invisible."

"I understand."

She twirled a fry in some mustard. "And its almost like they are just falling forward down the street and instead of walking."

"The humanity."

"What were you saying earlier?"

"Nothing. I was actually just longing for a point to your earlier story."

"Your so lovable. Do you pine for me as well?"

"Yes. But it is only because you are very very attractive."

"Encore un fois?"

"Of course."

"It bothers you doesn't it."

"Yes it does. It constantly puts me in front of you. It's obviously distracting."

"You know I'm joking."

"I'm not, this is a serious issue. A man can lose 10 years or more of his life being distracted by you. Matter of fact I was suppose to meet my mother today but quickly canceled it after you called. She could have been getting back the results from her Oncologist "

"I am responsible for you."

"I guess you are."

"You are completely distracted by me. I am your false idol, and I have to help you by denying your ass everything you want--which you have a problem telling me anyway, and just give you what you need."

"I'm serious."

"I know you are."

the Cleaner



anything you are attached to-


gripping onto this idea.


riding on space and times merry-go-round


lose your grip


you can walk right out the fucking front door

You see the flesh or recognize the spirit. There is no compromise between the two. If one is real the other must be false, for what is real denies its opposite. There is no choice in vision but this one.

























--A Course In Miracles

The Offering

swollen hands under your open shirt

hands pressing firmly into your softness
the pursuer's blood warm


you do more with a craned neck






opening it to their lips






placid face and turned away



drawing the tide over you










but your mind is closed







and


disinterests snares the pursuers.

is it just me? What am i seeing?




you've pulled this before





many times

that mind

lost and away


your body again off its leash and uprotected


its landscape open and calling






so vulnerable




so vulnerable



is it just me?

Anthony

"There is this guy that walks around the business circle with bats, you seen him?"

"Bats?"

"Bats."

"Pet bats? Flying bats?"

"No baseball bats, a bag full of them."

"College aluminum or wood bats?"

"I don't know."

"Is he homeless? Is he wielding them?"

"I don't know." He says stirring his coffee with his thumb. "I mean, he is not homeless he has a suit on and he looks like a motherfuckin' professional."

"They have stir straws."

"Huh?"

"Hey whats up with this minutia anyway, are they your bats, and he is just taunting you?"

"Man its just strange, I see this dude everywhere. Don't you think this shit is strange?"

"I may need just a little more time, and a little more of your story to care."

"Its just that I see him everywhere. In the Walgreen's at bustops..."

"Do you think it means something? Is it a calling? Are you suppose to be doing something with bats in your life?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"I think he plays in the park after work like a ton of other 'circle' people. they have alot of diamonds over there. You've seen them?"

"Yea."

"Maybe its not even the same guy."

"Yea that could be it."

William William

"There will be some casualties."

"Ha."

"No seriously..."

"It is just going to be mental abuse."

"No." He shook his head. "My life will be loaded with those that can get the best from both of us."

"Of you and them?"

"Yea."

"As if you are in charge of all this shit."

"I am."

"Of what happens to you?"

"Yea."

"Of course."

"Listen, I fucked up every relationship I ever had, especially when it came to women."

"What part of that is just your fuckability to?"

"Listen, From the first time at 13 that I realized that girls wasn't just something you verbally decimate and then somehow with the sponsorship of a dream, realize gangly and pockmarks were cute. I could have been looking for a different relationship with them."

"Gangly?"

"Yea."

"Its not that serious."

"That's my point, it is. Maybe at 13 I shouldn't look at it that way, but once I reach my twenties a flag has to go up if I continued to reach the same results with someone I get involved with."

"That."

"That its me."

"Of course."

"Of course. I am wasting this woman's reason for showing up. Regardless of how nice my mother thinks she is, or my Grandmother's belief that her presence had raised my college grade point average I am counting down the hours when I am going to be fucking her.

"Man, that serves as a Cad quality. I never realize that about you."

"Cad?"

"Yea."

"Yea well...Just to get my point across I will stay with the idea that it is just me. Wait till you realize that it can be masked in so many other things as well."

"Of course."

"My success depends on what I get from the people that come into my life. Regardless if its fucked up or not I just got to get my head just out of the..."

"Fuckability possibility."

"Dig. What are you drinkin'?"