It's ending it's ended it hasn't ended anything beginning something else fucking new beginnings continuing to be continued to be announced lift this left or right thigh to make an announcement no one to hear it except those thighs down there while up above by the closed lips thoughts manage to leak coming out of nowhere out of nowhere arrest that man that dark silhouette who turned the Sun on the front of that while all along can't keep eyes pulled down to keep a lid on it two lids on it many lids refusing deliberately forgetting to hit the on button and wait till the screen goes blank and then and then it hasn't ended anything beginning something else fucking new beginnings continuing to be continued to be announced lift this left or right thigh to make an announcement no one to hear it except those thighs down there while above by the closed lips thoughts manage to leak coming out of nowhere out of nowhere the screen is blank and it hasn't ended it's just surrounded by buttons keys to nothing stuffed with bits of french fry or chicken maybe chicken maybe not even food at the foot of nothing at the foot.
Without knocking an entrance after knock after knock against it before the entrance don't knock it the wood makes noise as it swings open wood turning on its hinges metal hinges wood lumbering over the threshold is what drew her eyes to her front door.
Paylton: Sure, enter without knocking.
BB: The bus is coming. You're going to miss seeing them off.
Paylton: I get plenty of other opportunities for seeing them off and they're off a lot more now.
BB: Just wanted you to get in at the last moment.
Paylton: There'll be another last moment tomorrow or when they get back later today. All those last moments getting on and getting off. So many trains.
BB: Trains?
Paylton: So many trains of thought getting derailed by getting off. Switching from one line to the next line to the next line.
BB: What are you working on?
Paylton: What not.
BB: What not?
Paylton: What not to what not to what not to -
BB: Spit it out.
Paylton: What not to repeat.
BB: It's a little late for that.
Paylton: What's that?
BB: It's a little late for that.
Paylton: Just in time.
BB: Barely.
Paylton: In time. To the beat to the pattern.
BB: What pattern?
Paylton: Boy girl boy.
BB: Like that?
Paylton: How about: girl boy girl? Or girl girl boy. Duck duck goose. Something in his hair. Bald spot already a bald spot on the top of the back of her head white hair red eyes daytime nighttime lights on lights off better off in the dark to glow with those eyes and hair bald spot already right on the top of the back of her head didn't notice that until duck duck goose better off under the blanketing of an overcast day lurking under the clouds like a jellyfish. Spit it out. A drip for a drip.
BB: There's a buzzing.
Paylton: The one in the kitchen or in your skull?
BB: The one in my skull. No, the one in the kitchen if that's where it's coming from.
Paylton: The wall by the toaster buzzes when the dryer four houses six houses down is doing an extra load of their denim or something. They have an uncle or brother-in-law staying with them who talks about nothing but chess variations and salami.
BB: Found that out did you?
Paylton: Out at the mailboxes. It was unavoidable.
BB: Salami, eh?
Paylton: Do anything for you?
BB: I can actually smell it.
Paylton: That's either the rug by the sliding door or the lentils I had last night three days ago.
BB: The rug by the sliding door?
Paylton: From the rain.
BB: You have a leak?
Paylton: I couldn't find any. Drips from the sky and repulses the senses clever enough to make its way in. The hairbrush doesn't get all the way to the bottom of it the bottom of the frayed hair splitting into the next conversation in the head.
BB: Did I tell you about the kid who thinks they're growing nose hair on their arms?
Paylton: One of the kids at the bus stop?
BB: Nose hair at the elbows. Curious.
Paylton: A duck or a goose?
BB: More like backyard waterfowl. That drilling has to be coming from the bedroom.
Paylton: Bathroom. That would be the carpenter putting in the shelving over the commode. Specializes in entertainment centers and checker patterns.
BB: Position play with chess variations after all?
Paylton: Still don't know for sure. Couldn't stay with the jellyfish there had to be hundreds of eyes two eyes four eyes scraped chin split chin talking to yourself listening to interrupting invitations to drip for a drip.
BB: At the elbow.
Paylton: What's that?
BB: You derive pleasure from having me repeat myself. I'm talking to you yes you the one with the ears.
Paylton: Paper stars.
BB: If you want to be in this round you're going to get hurt.
Paylton: Full beer bottle to the vertex.
BB: The last carpenter took a stack of CDs.
Paylton: Not the orchestral stuff?
BB: No. Had to make it personal and go for the string quartets about a foot and a half of plastic cases. The bastard excuse me cunt the no good cunt.
Paylton: Too bad your housemate left.
BB: It makes no difference. Before they left towels and underwear underwear gone. Two of us three eight all of us more gone.
Paylton: Take this for what you will, it's actually quite funny, somewhat funny.
BB: Somewhat funny?
Paylton: No, it wasn't. It wasn't funny. It's a toss up between hilarity and yawning.
Paper stars
folded into
take away
from can't put it
about a broken plate
that's take away
the dash between things
Paper stars
folded into
take away
from can't put it
about a broken plate
that makes it
into the paper
paper stars
with more holes
around the center
crumpled center
- Max Stoltenberg
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