the cable repairman

There he is: the cable repairman. right here at home. we’re both here. just the two of us. he’s in blue and i’m in green. “So what’s the matter here?” he seems nice, like a reliable guy. he’s not so tall, perhaps some 10 or 15 centimeters shorter than me. but there’s something about this guy… oh right, i must be nuts, i can’t stop looking at him. this is bad, just focus on what he’s telling, man. “Well, the… wireless connection doesn’t seem to work at all, what do you think it is? Let me just… here, check this out…” it smells like wire, like… i don’t know. “May I?” his eyes look at me, shyly, humbly. “Sure, just do your thing”. there he is: the cable repairman. right here at home. we’re both here. just the two of us. i can’t stop gazing at him, he’s focusing on his work. all i see is the back part of his head and back. He seems tough, but his voice tells me he’s like a calm buddy. i wonder. there’s his neck, it shines out, just as does his hair and shy stubble coming from his peach-like skin. Shhhhhhh! Shhhhhh! i wanna smell it, i wanna smell him. Shit! Am i nuts? his back, his entire back. it reminds me of some marble statue made centuries and centuries ago. this artwork though is covered with work: old dirty dungarees hardly hiding his being. Shhhhhhhhh! Shhhhhhhhhhhh! don’t look down, just don’t… Well, there they are, his buttocks… blessed spheres filled with untold mysteries, soft pureness… there he is. he’s sitting there… Shhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shhhhhhhhhhhh! You, the holly sculpture that totally glows right in front of me, tell me what’s the secret of my diving into you, tell me why i care about every motion of yours, tell me why i wish we were at least friends, tell me why i feel your night saddening and worrying, tell me why i want to hold you tight until the end of the world, because everytime i come across an Apollon like you i stop breathing and start daydreaming like a fool. don’t do this to me, you man. “There… it’s working now. Check it”. papers and papers he’s now filling in… what else should i do? everything’s done now. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! now that he’s standing i see him wearing woollies. Shit. i’m definitely nuts. no dobt. “Thanks a lot”. here he was: the cable repairman. right here at home. we were both here. just the two of us. My daily art time has now come to an end. what a nice voice, is it a man’s? you holly creation, get on your bike, come on buddy, because it’s drizzling and you’re hungry, it’s lunchtime. get on your bike, come on buddy, and get earnest, because another visit you must pay, and another tale will be written. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Themonochromeman

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