comb it that can happen there’s
another object straight back there’s another of my resources was once not now any
more part three there’s another difference
the morale at the outset before things got out of hand satisfactory ah the soul I had in those days the equanimity that’s why they gave me a companion
it’s still my day part one before Pim my life present formulation the very beginning
bits and scraps I come back to me to my place in the dark the mud clutch the sack
a tin clinks I make ready I’m going end of the journey
to speak of happiness one hesitates those awful syllables first asparagus burst abscess
but good moments yes I assure you before Pim with Pim after Pim vast tracts of time
good moments say what I may less good too they must be expected I hear it I murmur
it no sooner heard dear scraps recorded somewhere it’s preferable someone listening another noting or the same never a plaint an odd
tear inward no sound a pearl vast tracts of time natural order
suddenly like all that happens to be hanging on by the fingernails to one’s species that of those who laugh too soon alpine image or speluncar atrocious
moment it’s here words have their utility the mud is mute
here then this ordeal before I go right leg right arm push pull ten yards fifteen
yards towards Pim unwitting before that a tin clinks I fall last a moment with that
enough indeed nearly enough when you come to think of it to make you laugh feel yourself
falling and hang on with a squeak brief movements of the lower face no sound if you
could come to think of it of what you nearly lost and then this splendid mud the panting
stops and I hear it barely audible enough to make you laugh soon and late if you could
come to think of it
escape hiss it’s air of the little that’s left of the little whereby man continues
standing laughing weeping and speaking his mind nothing physical the health is not
in jeopardy a word from me and I am again I strain with open mouth so as not to lose
a second a fart fraught with meaning issuing through the mouth no sound in the mud
it comes the word we’re talking of words I have some still it would seem at my disposal
at this period one is enough aha signifying mamma impossible with open mouth it comes
I let it at once or in extremis or between the two there is room to spare aha signifying
mamma or some other thing some other sound barely audible signifying some other thing
no matter the first to come and restore me to my dignity
passing time is told to me and time past vast tracts of time the panting stops and
scraps of an enormous tale as heard so murmured to this mud which is told to me natural
order part three it’s there I have my life
my life natural order more or less in the present more or less part one before Pim
how it was things so ancient the journey last stage I come back to me to my place
clutch the sack it drips a tin clinks loss of species one word no sound it’s the beginning
of my life present formulation I can go pursue my life it will still be a man
what to begin with drink to begin with I turn over on my face that lasts a good moment
I last with that a moment in the end the mouth opens the tongue comes out lolls in
the mud that lasts a good moment they are good moments perhaps the best difficult
to choose the face in the mud the mouth open the mud in the mouth thirst abating humanity
regained
sometimes in this position a fine image fine I mean in movement and colour blue and white of clouds in the wind sometimes some days this time as it happens this day in the mud a fine image I’ll describe
it it will be described then go right leg right arm push pull towards Pim he does
not exist
sometimes in this position I fall asleep again the tongue goes in the mouth closes
the mud opens it’s I who fall asleep again stop drinking and sleep again or the tongue
out and drink all night all the time I sleep that’s my
Michelle Rowen, Morgan Rhodes