Jim Meirose

Orders Received by Slim Simon – Mainland Staff Supervisor

Out the mainland capital town, escaping from ‘his morning, and his restofaday, to bedtime, once more, thank God. Again. At. Again at down light’s off-switch-time, eck, et, et ‘is bedtime thank God bedtime, exhausted ambitious Staff Supervisor Slim Simon comes in ‘is bed, again. Again. And again. Scared to the death again, eck—but safe now hid here down from the day he kicked up’n his plugly ‘n hugoclimbering asskissofa’ ‘his fat behind. Again here the light’s switched off and, so again, bust just eck, just—but. Again. ‘his morning’s bigman says, Slim of a Simon, if you would please, please meet with Back City’s Chief Peninsulander immediately. Another day’s over. Again and under. Ess ‘his mornings-also says, summon him ‘fore u’ to issue him fully bulletproofed orders you’re now directed to devise in no more than three single days, which he must perform upon return to Back City immediately. Under the covers and. Under the covers and into sleep, it is hoped again. By who? Who else, moron—by you yourselves and we—oh, yes—and I of course and all the others—it is a good sign. Learned too slow over too long ‘f time, that. When things scatter ‘long they’re unseen, but they’re in everything straight, square, precisely postal snap-off ‘n snap-on—added, of course, just to preserve some sense of poesy—perforations, shit—what kind of word what kind ‘he word’s ‘s perforations? The orders you devise must be all flawless, all perfect, and when executed out back Back City, must accomplish the following things. First, these orders must cause the Back City mayoral election to be cancelled. Origin medieval latin, not just the ordinaration of high school latin, butt her biggah sistah’s medieval variant perforare ‘a perforation to the English perforating off the late middle English perforation huck-huck, yah that Finn, herself; late Middle English: from medieval Latin perforatio (-n) from the verb perforare-io (see perforate)—which all makes sense even though it never says what the fluck any o’ those snipey-snipes meant and, how the hot molten meaning of that one on this side, flowed together with ‘n into ‘round out th’ overtop of the scalding fiery fluxatory-flotation of this one on that side, came back to mean the simple shit-truthitittando-truthface off-of—second, these orders must ensure that—I can’t frucking sleep again, pounded this way, ‘n that, till all my inner perforations ripped down off every other of the outering unders-of, and here I lie—Vicki Poole remains mayor for life. Yes, for life—the fluckung day’s glo’ got to me ‘gain why the hell me hey the hell me the hell why the me why the hell me hey what why the hell might as well get the hell up hey oh oof! Gock. Two. Sit, turn, feet down but no don’t do it no don’t do it three? That is losing, can’t ‘cause must win, just want sleep or three-thirty? is it really asking so much for sleep when all around past all the walls over walls all thick hard and cold, a while more a while okay, ‘round three-thirty here, the whole rest’s of’s th’ world’s ‘s sleeping. Is that asking too much? See no answer from you whoever you are up past the dark there up there pulling this and that o’ those switchies o’ ‘ours down and those and making all things that be be? You that make all things be, to you we—we swear, to all possibilities of Gods ‘hich may b’, heck hey, we swear and pray. Third, execution of your plans must ensure the Back City residents—this has been done. This’s isn’t just happening—don’t never no ‘ever make no demands no not ever ‘f ‘ny kind atoll. This has been done purposely; in the day it’s easy to look past what your words’r going to be causing past the big drop of our particular night. Every single person seh’. In one or the other particular night ‘cross the ‘hole spectrum, every single person turns from every single day, facing the lonel’ ‘lone of their next particular night. The terrifyingly lonel’ ‘lone of each and every one’s patricu-ticular particular night and on the track and in this vein yes sleep finally over finally dead to the world so to speak finally sleep—but—

Eh! The day comes push through; you are not men but raw brush; brush to be pushed through not even brambly, not even minorly so; ‘n nature the snakes scales, the hide of the ‘gator, the rattle of the rattla’, the bite the venomous, the chamelia’ of the chameleon, even the final escape from wherever’s their here, forms protection, but, all thin-hided here you lie the day you were told this, this you were told this is yours make this happen, I mean please roll even flip the pillow you wanted to get here, wanted even to pass here, so here you go—this is your thing to make happen, oh, crap! No, crap that brown paneling’s there, ‘ll ‘r ’round why’s it when it’s hell there’s that one slightly off seam in the paneling, why’s it when when do’ catchin’ ‘ell there’ that singly slight off-seeming seam up the paneling there over that speaking one’s shoulder that’s never thought of, when that’s never thought of, when it’s not never thought, of when not catching when not catching their hell, oh; fourth, your orders must ensure that all Back City children must continue, yes, continue—like that and like—the trend of their emigrate soon after turning eighteen—see like that and like that and like getting and giving their orders this way why what; why go back for more every day—turn to the other side may sleep be sleeping there—off the moment after the told the needle of the told’s the rush of see, it’s me; the stirring at the center of the tolds’ the rush of see, it’s me; it’s yours to make this happen, but of course, the yours ‘s always me; but-but’s, all fading. But mark this well, young Simon our man; failure’s forbidden of this plan of yours, that is, but; of of course your’s always me ‘en—failure—the sleep the but’s all fadin’ eh, meh; turn back to this side may sleep be sleeping over sleeping it over all over it’s over over there over there over there, over—forbidden and—the clock look there—the forbidden’s always—the things of the day made this so, eh—me; look there look at the things of the day made this s’ eh, but. Your failure your failure yes yours that there failure’s for—

Me. Crap, but, what’s there? There?

Uck.

Five. Five oh-one. Sit, turn, feet down but—up look look light’s in that roundysquare’s sunny edges of morning.

Thank God another’s over thank-thank over-thank.

Over. Thank.

Rise ego get the light up erase.

Erase.

Erase.

Seg-sawa’ revitalized ambitious mainland’y capitaled Staff Supervisor Slim Simon rushed clean brush ‘n dressfa’ suck-cess to go gets them a’heady all head-ya don-into his own next in line of all his allotted eh’ one and only t’days. Seek. But what’s this sudden rashing ‘crosso’ his inner-nervous red chest?