S T r E AM # 5 1

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Something less lucid, perhaps? Teresa bounced the ball in his direction. She did so on purpose. Her purpose was to win his attention. She was successful. He looked her way after the ball hit him in the head. He let the ball hit him in the head and bounce away. He looked at her, generally displeased, and then he looked toward the ball, bouncing away – bouncing down the driveway – bouncing into traffic. She said, “You’re supposed to bounce it back.” The next time the ball bounces it should signify a change in current temperature. That’s what balls do. They signify change. But only when they bounce. When the bounce is high, that means something. When the bounce is love or when the bounce is low that means something else. But how to tell the difference between a love bounce and a low bounce? It all depends on who does the bouncing, and why. Boobs bounce, too. He tries not to look. Sometimes he looks, but he tries not to look. He focuses on faces, but then he’s accused of staring. So what’s to do? Focus on kneecaps, perhaps? He doesn’t know. What he knows changes from day to day. No, what he believes changes from day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. The love bounce is not to be confused with the hate bounce. However, as they say, There’s a fine line. A very fine line. It is a very fine line, indeed. When the ball bounces, look at the way the shine. That’s it. That’s all. Look at the way the shine. Because we don’t. Shine the way we look. Or, sometimes, we do. Typically, we shine the way we do only when we’re alone. Or after sex. You know, that glow. That’s the way on the train but it’s also the way of things. When the ball drops who catches it? Who? Who are you? Who? Who? Who? Who? I really want to know. That’s a good song. They need more songs like that. Or we do. Or, I do. You think you know but you don’t. Nobody knows. I know that this will end soon. That much, yes, I know. Then I’ll have the time to bounce the ball a few more times. The ball – if you can call it a ball – if it qualifies as a ball – regardless, it bounces – ball or not – and it’s round – ball or not – and if it’s round and if it bounces is it not a ball? And I’m not talking about the balls below my penis. Those balls only bounce while engaged in naughty activities. But why are they naughty? What makes them so? Who are you to judge? What was that thing Lenny Bruce said about sex being naughty? Or dirty? Something about pinning the blame on the Creator. God. That it’s His fault that it’s naughty. Well, of course it’s not. It’s OUR fault. WE made it naughty. Well, really, the old folks made it naughty. If they convince you that it’s naughty they’ll have power over you. Control. And that’s what they want. But they’ll say it’s for your own good. Sometimes, it is. And, anyway, what ISN’T a test of patience? Bottom reached.      

29 July 2009

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