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Cyrano had it half right
Wooing 101
Lesson 1 through 50: Engage in all communications via proxy

Exhibit A. Why duct tape is your friend...


slightly sliding
slightly clamoring
slightly slipping
off my tongue
words in regiments
line up logically
gaze at you
then trip and run

babbling scrambling
dodging rambling
mindless jabbering
red faced pun
misaligned messages
stuttering sentences

an accidental parody
a blithering dunce


Oh Cyrano! wherefore art thou
I needeth you
untwisteth my tongue

forsooth Cyrano
write me something witty
before my paramour comes

I'll pay you

wooing
Zoology. Specialized behavior in animals that leads to or initiates mating.

And Jimmy Buffet sang lets get drunk and screw.

Nothing personal mousey, I only wooo to amuse If you don’t mind a half wit, I will try to write you something. But you don’t have to pay me
cause I O U for letting me read you. Exhibit A. Geezus H Christ, you blow my mind. a



Speaking of paramours:


She hardly needed duct tape.

You can weave such an exciting ambience around a man he’ll hardly know he’s being held by it. Joyce Johnson

Spiderwoman knew her man.


She knew he never liked back seat drivers when he was fucking. It all had to be in the moment, not some fantasy. He had to have a presence and he had to feel he was in control. But it seemed not much to matter cause she wove her web about him in such subtle ways, he hardly noticed.



Our affair began with a movie.

The Trip,

We were looking for that penultimate orgasm. The big ice cream cone in the sky.
Spiderlove, so sweet so fatal. Jack be nimble, but not nearly quick enough. Damn him.

And ended with another movie.

The Last Tango In Paris.

I was behind her
she leaning over against the bathroom sink
Our reflection in the mirror
Our eyes met in that two dimensional space
and I realized she had been observing me all the while
She loved to watch people

Later she said she did not enjoy it
I asked her why she did not ask me to stop
She said it was what was happening
We never went there again.

"No
Lies,
All lies,"

Our love affair ended with a Brautigan Novel

The Abortion.

My three scarlet letters.

Wooing what a strange word.

No one talks like that anymore...mores the pity!

Thanks for reading. Thanks for laughing.

I wasn't really laughing
I suppose that was an Insincere emoticon
More like a smile almost a snort

I maybe take you too seriously
You are very fresh
As I enter my dotage I think more and more about the seven women who have laid their bodies down next to mine. Knowing their will never be an eighth in this life time I savor the moments. I think about what could have should have or would have been.

But mostly I am grateful.

Sometimes I think about the
fatal question
-
she asked me if I wanted anything special
I was pretty happy just to be there next to her
I could not think of anything more
So I said:
Just let our love flow
act like a natural man and woman.

But I thought since she asked me if I had any special requests
I thought I should ask her the same question just to be polite.
Scuba suits she said
She might as well have said duct tape.

I take you plenty serious mousey
I just don't take you too serious anymore
I owe you an appology for that
But I thank you anyway

Sometimes a man or a woman too I suppose, must objectify an other from within him/herself just to find a reason to keep on keeping on.



They say Hemingway's mother dressed him in girl's clothing

http://www.timelesshemingway.com/themothercomplex.shtml

Thanks for writing.

Scuba suits? Well...doesn't that paint a slippery picture.

Well, take me seriously, laugh, it's all in how I'm red I spose.

Thirty years am aspiring writer and I am still taking baby steps.

I made a pretty silly reply to you on silent scream poem. It is a comfortable feeling to post on your board. I don't have to feel like I have to delete anything. Look ma no ears?

I liked that picture that Z posted to the book project, the bottle and the cup, I liked your reply. I amy come up with one myself. Order what is pleasing to my eye about the drawing was the order of mundane things.

In my world of mundane things and events there is a pinpoint dot of darkness where my way meets the horizon. THat is how it started with one black dot.

Speaking of blindness
It is not like my mother didn't warn me.

A good woo is communication
say this imaginary sock puppet was a blind extruck driver
and you were a lady.

what ever else divides us, it is class,
you got more in your pinky finger then I got in this whole peasant body of mine.

yep that's why the lady is a tramp
oh god not frank
yeah it was a very good year
you want sapppy
you got it

>>>>>>>>..........

Yes, glad you feel comfortable in amongst my droppings.


Deleting is like erasing bits of you, wiping away the uncomfortable bits of yourself.

Do your own thing dingaling!

Hey diddle diddle, I am playin my fiddle,
Aint got nothin to lose.
Roll over beethoven and tell tschaikowsky the news.

deletions have more to do with the uncomfortable bits from others
I think I am a fucking genuis
I have no uncomfortable bits
except for one orgasm

If I had known at the time it was the last
I would have taken notes

just doing the existential strip tease for your amusement

keep on writing mousey
I go to hand it to you
you make it so easy.