& then my defenses say well i, i didn't want it anyway

Here is Jose Gonzales...

Reincarnate of Elliott Smith & Nick Drake I warn you, he's got a very tender & careful voice, which can extract your heart so gently you won't notice until it's far too late & you've ruined the carpet.

Poem 10...
To avoid the mockery
of his peers he rode up only
after nightfall to visit the homely
receptionist with the telltale
giggle who surely must’ve
rushed about the flat, plucking up
shed nylons, sweeping
pistacio shells from the couch, practicing
her greeting in the mirror for his
dimple-grinned arrival, his
curly-headed onset & this gazelle
was eager. Empire skirts fell,
pleats lay trampled.
But, it was so much of yes sir
left drawer of my desk sir, that when
he dismissed her, belly emergent
she nodded, obeyed
petite & giggle-betrayed. & again
to her father who named her
a slut & again to her mother who docked
& hushed her my vessel,
my cantankerous brig. I like to think
I was the first thing she insisted upon
conceived in secret, my cries
must’ve sounded off the bane
the bane who sullies our family name
as I clung terrified to her cliff side.

Work is slowly getting better...
The Mang, is showing a bit more respect to me now that I've wowed him with my rockin' job skillz, though it's still a strange element & I feel like a square peg, or a peg with boobs, a boobed-peg. I hope everyone is feeling absurdly sensational today. I know I do.