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Cereal Serial (historic modesty & stolen fate) — an oneiric composition Read-Along
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Cereal Serial (historic modesty & stolen fate) — an oneiric composition Read-Along

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	What happened was 

cereal was brought up somehow in that way which accidental subject matter arises from unrestrained tangents allowed to randomly fold into the early evening-aperitif air —  

uninhibited conversation akin to house dust blown off a mantle display 

collection of points in time passed so frequently, 

room to room, day to day, 

they are forgotten-by — 

thoughtless familiarity gradually powdered with particulates of organic fallout unseen unless betrayed

naturally — 

harvested in a cursory blade of dusky nostalgic light. 

	This brought-to-mention a small treasure chest ordered from a Cap’n Crunch box in nonage recalled now complete with a tiny padlock & key, 

mind-feeling the die-cast of faux wood & straps belting the lid & body with a revenant fingertip drawn along its molded relief & even going back so far 

as to appear in the further-divergent present 

as maturely thinking it probably had lead or something in it because, from here, everything now was a toxin then — 

then: an almost-unimaginable half-c adrift, yet suitable if projected comfortably 

convoluting smoke of held drags exhaled to release the pressure of having-been —  

through it all, relived in disconcerting survival without the fifty-fifty rawness of what to open up to, dependent on fundamental odds. 

(note: cardinal = hinge)

	That summoned back some brands’ mascots: figurines of undeterminable dimensions living from commercials & product containers, 

even the little boxes of cereal: 

single-serve, where you had to separate the perforated top using a spoon handle like a dull knife & pour in milk which, 

absorbed in memory, 

led to a childhood ranch-style in Modesto Calif where I ordered a set of five character-dolls vaguely remembered as elf/animal hybrid bendable creatures made of plastic & wire 

& finding just three of them inside the front door below a mail slot 

not understanding how fulfillment & delivery actually work, only believing that things just come when you order them — 

loyally not suspecting the kid-my-age from the house across the street, 

like myself, also from a cornered lot:  

	A son of a practitioner 

who moonlighted at professional wrestling events when they came through town 

took me along to a match featuring Pat Patterson lying on the ring floor with his signature blonde coif splayed out in sweat & a bloody face from a turnbuckle blow 

where the neighbor-medic jumped in the ring, a hero of spectators’ rumbling, to administer smelling salts that would bring the wrestler back from a foggy knockdown 

& who beautifully sprung back up in his boots & dramatically won the match & a belt 

	which recalled the practitioner’s son & I building a go-kart we never finished & the little tires that came between us

I was told to fight for — so I crossed the street & fought 

a first & last time

& the medic knocked on our front door & he & my father talked & that was it — 

we moved shortly later —

either with or without the go-kart tires — 

something only I now wonder — 

somewhere along SR 99, 

mostly anywhere midway between Chico & Fresno. 
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