Huff

Huff

I’ve achieved. This place.

Achieved groan. Achieved growl.

This ragged. This age.

That is to say. Huff.

Survived it. All the it.

That was before now.

I don’t know how.  I really feel.

About this now. I mean this.

This here. This now. I think.

I am right. Am at the where is where man.

Forty lives for most. Which is to say alright.

And not caring much about who isn’t which can’t.

Right. Alright right.

If I was a digger but not.

Count holes. That’s right true

Well. Holes are places. Where the nothing is black.

And holes are places mid-light.

Races from towards the too.

If I lived in a hole

It would be in the ocean.

Which is to say I am already

There. And friendless. Well. Really but not exactly.

I am lonely. With my friends. I am a Fred.

And a father. And a man. With woman. That is to say.

Married in mid-weed. The mid-deep. The place.

Fred to comfort. Crackle sun. Gleam mantle.

Poster toast my virility. And then all that.

With this so shabby. Shabby shabby. A rickety Fred.

Lonely in voice. Sod voice. Say something.

Things are to be said. But damned if they could.

 Know what I would if I could.

TV. Click click.

Huff.