i ring the bell...wait....door opens....jonathans goofy smile oozes out of the doorway like a silicone breast implant oozing out of a gumball machine. jon, sorry to bother you. can you spare a few minutes. id like to talk to you about some strange things going on around here. jon takes a few steps backwards and puts both hands in his pockets. his grin is naturally over inflected. theres nothing strange going on around here. the one is the many...and the many are one. i find myself again in that familiar state of feeling ill at ease from not understanding whats happening. i say jon, do you hear a low frequncy hum here by your house? John extends his left arm gracefully, like celine dion delivering the bridge of the prayer. still grinning, jon says whatever diminishes constraint diminishes strength. the more constraints one imposes, the more one frees ones self of the chains that shackle the spirit. ok...but do you hear a low hum?. i looked in jons living room and i could see the scarf with freida kahlos self portrait draped over the couch. oh, and jon....i saw a naked lady in your back yard the other day. she had that scarf. jon stopped grinning and looked me stearnly in the eye. harry, its not my business what people do in their spare time. they can do whatever they enjoy. i dont judge them. ive been in their position. god loves them, and he loves you. these truths are best understood by children and animals.. jon took a few steps forward, never losing eye contact. then he began grinning again. we stood their in silence for a good ten minutes. i had my hands clasped and i was rubbing my thumbs together slowly and rhythmically. who was the naked woman, jon?. jonathan then goes up on his heels, right foot on tip toes, hands pointing downward like a model on queen for a day pointing at a prize. i realize hes pointing at a small black suitcase on the floor to his left. jon, who was that lady? jon snaps his fingers twice and says id like to answer that question. just then, the phone rings and jon excuses himself. now im on jons porch, alone in the dark, watching planes ascend into LAX. were in the flight path about 10 miles east. the jungle is glowing redish orange tonight. ill head home and probably get a good nights sleep.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 07:39:14 +0000
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