Uncertain Time.

Some fluid jazz drifts out to the balcony
where he puts his arm around me
these is uncertain times, boy,
so we’ll revert to fundamental principles
and trust our instincts and he squeezes me
and breathes
you just sit there and play
as though in some performance of art
tatum if you can haha
I’ll go find a drummer she laughs
F., leave the pianoplayer alone
there are some gentlemen to see you,

entering unnoticed

Okey dokey. Are you supposed to be working again? I am just trying to
get this place clean and then eat and then have a beer, wiping tables. And then come
back with a fresh brain and you naked and saying
please please McPaulus, come over here so I can show you my new nipple clamps,
haha, just joking, this is the thing about erotica particularly on the
bdsm side it makes me laughguguahahaha, this is my problem not the
actors. The same thing happens when I go to a munch or a play party
or whatever you call them over here. I get in trouble for laughing at
the serious D’s in their costumes. When I talk about an exchange of
power which is what D/s is all about and say well that’s what it is in
vanilla sex too just on a more subtle scale, a dance of danger and
vulnerability, these socalled D’s look at me and think I’m mad, they
like their dressups, he said, slipping unnoticed into the room and
seeing her immediately, less thought and more instinct and then some
antennae invisible inside his brain connects and continues to track her presence,
snippets of conversation with others in contrasting costumes and
already knowing exactly who she is and what she wants and exactly
what she is prepared to sacrifice in order to get it, she could be
wearing white frills or dirty jeans, she could be dressed or
undressed, hunger is the best seasoning he thinks and suddenly he
turns to her for the first time and smiles and she smiles back, hello

i tell you this,

no eternal reward will forgive us now,
he screamed throwing the banana skin down
to the ground you know what’s coming next
haha, some wicked wind this way comes
dressed in silk perfume,

wasn’t me uh uh neither frankenstien
nor rubencrantz
some schlopenhaur says F.
slamming the glass down and it shatters,
where is she son, that was your job,
to keep her here inside,
she’s gone, boy, left me dead
a pirates heart on ebbing tide,

he looks down at the piano,
like a shatter of
pearls on burning deck,
shakes droplets from
his cuffs,
the cabin boys name was skipper,
play that one,