Having my way with Ulysses
Mark time
10:04 am
Checked for an email from. Might have gone too far last time. No answer yet. Saw a billboard recruiting for the army. Join the army, win a Wii. Can’t play it, though, you’ll be at war somewhere getting stds. Half the military infected with something. Rotten with it. The other half intoxicated. Kid in the billboard, eyes front, half closed. Half baked. Hypnotized. Here’s your care package from home, some nice Vicodin and a bottle of clean pee. But who needs the care package? Opium comes from the battlegrounds. No import fees. Locally grown. Drift through the war. Old Tweedy in uniform. Showy. Women like that. Wonder what his regiment was on when he was. Hello! Email for henry_flower@rocketmail.com. She answered anyhow. An attachment too.
The man in black absorbs
8:15 am
Wearing black conducts reflects refracts heat. Black more professional. If it were possible to stay in front of the sun forever, never let it past, just travel ahead of it. Won’t get a day older, technically. If the sun were slower or I could speed up. If I could get in a plane and just move ahead of the earth as it spins away from the sun. This is the real time travel. Like astronauts going to the next star and then home to dead relatives. If it moved more slowly I could wander in front of it on a plain. It would seem as if all is stopped. Could steal more time that way. Or I could walk to the east, know the lands unknown. I could find a gate there, and a sentry like Tweedy say, leaning on a long spear. Wander Der voglenish meshumed. Turbans, carpet shops, Görünmeyen Adam. The hooka, sellers in streets, fennel water, sherbet. Meet a robber? Hello brother, I am one like you. What are you stealing? Shall I help you? Sundown mosques casting shadows on pillars. Another time even, another time again, another time more. A damsel with a dulcimer playing to the shivering trees. Mother calling children home. Fading gold to violet garter sky.
Scoffing bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian sea
8:09 am
Molly’s father bought our bed at auction, somewhere in eastern Montana by the North Dakota border. Got a good deal on it according to Molly. Needs to be fixed, I can hear it all over the house whenever she moves. She used to be Tweedy the Major’s daughter, but changed it. Doesn’t speak much Spanish anymore either.