The PreTendingPretensical UnSurrealistically PreCondescentional and full Confessionalism from my PreDestination ''Boulder Than Love''
The credits .... paid in full and then a hole lot more.
December 24, 1952... my ConCeption .... the iDEA hoo's time had come round at LAST. The last shall be first. August 28, 1953 ... my deLiverance on Water Street in the Drake House in Coboconk, Ontario.... ''mid eL urTh''. The midWife was my Grandmother.... Gertrude Minerva Sheldon nee Faulkner. My mother .... Greta Sawyer nee Sheldon. My Sire, Arthur Basil Sawyer. The Sawyer family home was a farmhouse [share crops] at the foot of Coby Hill [cobill].... it was here that on the day of my first birthday [the year\Ling] pat turn a T was dean eyed.. setting the stag four pat trice side] gaining eternity... i was knocked from my highchair landin' on my head.... it was here that a 'dead zone' appeared in my young mind .... a numb skull. That night my father choaked to death on a peanut butter and brown sugar sandwich. He was an epileptic. Because of his demise the family moved to a small tarpaper and shingle shack in Norland, Ontario... a distance of 5 miles. Our little white home was propped up on six concrete pillars... square ones. We had a woodshed behind and an outhouse.... on the edge of a small stream that emptied into the Gull River some 1000 yards distant. On my 10th birthday our landlord .. David Simpson... had built a concrete block foundation across the lane way [now called King Street] setting the shack on its first solid footing. That November came word that John F. Kennedy had been assassinated. My take on 'dread locks' ... a tangled web we weeve ... the whirl wind ... umbilicus ... the lost chordata ....
the scrolls i brot back ..... the Red, Black and Dead See ....... while out in one of my bubble worlds i drifted far beyond anywhere anyone had seen .... i brot back the vision as a seed in my eyes ..... this was their sprouting. This is a whole other universe .... entirely new structures ..... totally new thot set ...... Much more i've no time to tell .... perhaps someone else can show you theirs.
Ordinary ... Or Din Airy .... ROdin Airy .... the stinker ..... proping up the chin with a bald fist .....the ill wind is blowing and its comin' from HIM.