my life is shot in black and
white
has a bitchin soundtrack
and sometimes when I loop back in
on it the stills the music
overpower my senses
I am a rerun
a nostalgic rerun
I light a cigarette
play
with the paper match as it burns down to my fingertips then snuff it between the thumb and finger of
my other hand
they
have been scorched senseless over years of smoking dope and refusing to use an
alligator clip or hemostat
or just me
a cheap badge of honor among heads
I watch the blue smoke curl and rise
off the cigarettes reddened edge
out of focus behind its threads
are the colour and contours of two
naked women who are playing with each other
biding me a little time
one rises from between the others
legs who sighs and pants
she
breaks the line of smoke off my cigarette
it curls around her breasts and throat as she leans forward and kisses
me deeply sharing the tang of the others
cunt
her face shiny and moist
her face shiny and moist
she steps back for a moment the smoke spindles again splitting her bush in halves her hips and
belly in a sensational Rorschach
then she goes down to her knees
and takes my cock in her mouth
the other rises drunkenly and stoned and straddles
the back of the couch leaning forward
she grasps the others hair at the back of her head and doles out a new rhythm shoving her head down on me until she chokes
I crush the cigarette butt in an
oversized coloured glass ashtray and paw her tits snuffle and suckle until I
cum spasm
I yank her off the back of the
couch onto her back pull her legs apart
she lays still
I stand to help the girl off her
knees kiss her deeply smile wolfishly
then toss her
as she laughs shes well ahead of me Im that obvious and inflamed onto the couch too position her on her back low to the other end straddle her head and feed my cock into her eager
mouth again
on a knee and a straight leg I
thrust she has her hands at my belly
taking what she wants bending over I
take the other one by her ass in both hands
my thumbs curled up the insides of her thighs I split her apart run my tongue up
stern to stem
stern to stem
she takes
my head in her hands orchestrating her cumming
we met in the sea the surf growing larger high tide foaming
going up the beach we realised wed laid our towels and bags near one another
the heat and humidity was
parching
I offered pina coladas
I lived just up from the
ocean
the daylight inside the apartment always coloured the ceiling a reflected and refracted quivering blue
the daylight inside the apartment always coloured the ceiling a reflected and refracted quivering blue
Electric Ladyland played on the turntable
behind us
I had opium I had hashish
we had a ball
Ive rerun that with a woman and other women
orgies I instigated with a telling suddenness
singeing exhibitionist cravings
and ecstasies empowering roomfuls of voyeurs
to put up or shaddup the
whole while knowing there was nothing like freed voyeurs who could stash their furtive sly(or so they thought) peeking and get in touch with the objet d’art that
before had only titillated their seemingly forlorn or veiled obsessions
reruns
reruns of crazed sex of games competed in and watched friends not friends
intimate jazz spots blues dives building designed smashed and redesigned structures erected at daydreams at bars along the road
before whispering campfires overlooking
canyons and deserts lakes and rivers and
seas
reruns thoughtless invoked
among stuttering delirium tremens tremors off too much caffiend off inane binges that sought to satisfy
unspoken wants
demands
reruns in place of and offending the day-to-day inebriation
of mindnumbing rote and routine that paid the bills
my life is shot in black and white
couldnt have it any other way
evening, Fadders Day, Sunday, 21 6.
15
2227, Monday,
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