Bandit Notions

[the mingo]

i like reading her shit too. She cracks me up and turns me on too. She taps deep sometimes & makes like a stroke victim, could say. Other times ya just want to take her to ground. yeah, that.

[SadLuckDame]

I know. She makes me think about wanting to have a book full of pictures of other people's beds. It's very sensual of her in me.

[the mingo]

I hear ya want to sort me out over the names of my goats. And then you say that the names of your goats are better than the names of my goats. So if you're so hot about all this why don't you just climb in my boat here and tell me all about it. If you got the sand, that is.

[SadLuckDame]

I am climbing into your boat.
My arms are on mine hips and I have an I dare you dare on the edges of my lips,
just wanting to jump my ship and tie you down on your own. My goat names' are better because everybody knows who an Alice is and a Polly and a Sally. They just know it the moment she's named and tucked into her bed, plopped up on a tree branch or sits down with a huff in a boat like yours, giving ya lip.

And your goats' names take much more wrestling and I get my tongue all twisted up and mouth swollen from all the time spent there on your lips, trying so hard to get the smack down right and that you'll come away from it smiling.
I know you know this.

[the mingo]

Guess there is no longer any question about your sand. (wiping sweat from brow ) did it just get warm in here? and yeah, I know this

[SadLuckDame]

ppp
I fall victim to your puppy dog eye look, but even if I untie ya now, I might 'jest tie ya up again later down the river. Don't take your eyes off me.

[SadLuckDame]

It's like when we go down twenty dollars at the book store, I'm gonna swing open the door and drag you in kicking and wondering. You'll know what's on mind.
Before I'll release you, you'll want every book on the shelf I've got and tell me 'See you tomorrow.'


Found on pinterest.com
I'm so predictable like that, ha ha.

[the mingo]

you and your bookstore fireworks & images of sky reaching spider lines foundated in net walking red shoes don't fool me, m'am...
you've it bad. ya want nothing more this moment than me to separate ya to the dividing of spirit & soul and leave ya to your pieces because you know how much I'd be pleased to render myself that pleasure and o how you would be there to see that I got it in even more spades than you now know are in your deck. The self-possessed have always only one desire - not to be set free but to be granted the permission of the wild - & with that loose in the land, the mind, or the heart, then predictability is at an end.

see you tomorrow
'Nite, Doll

[SadLuckDame]

Oh! so you're gonna be wild with me.
Hmm, what kind, can you describe it? Will it be like out in the deep wilds with our make-shift cabin and our rain barrels and barricades, the little vegetable garden and I painting the rocks on my knees showing off with my dirty feet, kinda humming along when you need some warmth and curl around my middle with that man voice going all wilds like vibrations in mine ear...
or do you mean wild like some other wilds that certain creatures possess and that we can happen to possess when we're stricken in the guts and our bellies want to eat.

Tell me.

[SadLuckDame]

He was never dressed, but costumed to suit some mood of a new self. He was in disguise. Whether he wore the black flowing tie of the romantic bohemian, the cap of the Apache, the coat of a horse-racing man, the black striped pants of a provincial bourgeois, the bow tie of the second-rate actor, or the bull-red scarf of the professional pick-pocket, one knew he would only appear once in this role.

His room was like an explorer's den, a lair of furs, the cave of a magician. The color of blood predominated. There were furs on the bed, rugs on the walls.
Anais Nin
The All-Seeing

[the mingo]

No mattter what it brought out in us it would be right. We might be refuse or abuse, error and excess, all in, all or nothing. the stink of ourselves something to sing about. scattered on the floor by the door. not bookstores but libraries - glasses off - hair down - books flying. wet sounds as the wind's tires circled tight 'round the moon...

a tenderness risen to a howling...

[the mingo]

told you...

[SadLuckDame]

And then you'll say, "See you tomorrow."

P.S. I wanna name the pet ducks and I don't want to eat them, I'd rather eat bark off the trees out back.

[the mingo]

the trees are as alive as the ducks - if you eat their bark they will bleed where you tear them - you mock for excuse and place ducks for distance - but if you were hungry enough you would eat them quick - & with ferocity

[SadLuckDame]

It's not that I wouldn't eat ducks, it's that I wouldn't eat pet ducks, nor would I eat trees I plant myself in the yard. And I do not think things are going to get as bad as having to eat pets or anything I love. I just don't. I have some hopes that it will not get horrid. I don't know, maybe I'm mad about it cause I am going to be happy and I'm not gonna have to deal with things anymore that will hurt on my soul unless I really have to.

I don't want it to be a horrible thing to anything I care for.
I know it's mean of me not to put much worry about all the stuffs and people I don't know that'll get destroyed and all I can think of is how to survive, save and provide for the souls I do know, even ducks I don't knows yet, but have already imagined up.