when he saw the wall spattered with silent grainy black and white images

he should have looked away

he knew better 

hed seen his share of eight millimeter to know exactly what was came next

but he was disadvantaged

                       it rolled around inside his head

his dream

         when hed gone through the efforts of living his life  referring effects to his dreams

who the fuck was he to pay Admission then bitched about its content

Now Showing(its marque roped in hotwhite blinking lights)

                                                farmer pornography
compleat with a chubby virginal farm wife wearing a gingham apron over her palegreen floralprint smock

 

she looks something like a mountain glade detailed pellmell with wildflowers

a farmer in bib overalls hobnailed boots a broadrimmed straw hat coming apart at the filthy places where he grabs it

for as far as the farmer can see  to the occasional glimpses of barbwire glinting in the sunlight in the distance 

he calls it in subtitles  My Dominion

and there he does as he pleases

 

it seems by her expressions that maybe she didnt come to his Dominion willingly 

 

maybe delivered for a steep price

for stock  provisions   cash

provided to a grateful family who maybe had other daughters  and could afford to part with one

in subtitles the farmer called her his wife

she didnt wear a ring

the black and white noise crept busily at the wall like colonies of infuriated ants or bees

then spawning fluttering they coagulated into distinct images 

 

the farmer was hands-on with his wife
he had her by a shoulder and her rump and effortlessly pitched her through the shivering grey air  headlong
Mack Sennett Keystone Cops-style  through a barn wall  from outside it in

she uffdahed sprawling face down on its unkept straw-strewn floor kicking up dust like flour off a breadboard that etched her moony face in stark pantomime white-face

the farmer strode through the gaping barn doors grasped her by the ankles yanked her off the floor and spun her round like a top and erect  then when her momentum ebbed  stunningly  he grasped her by the ankles spread her legs apart and yanking her down impaled her like some circus trick gone-perverse

it ended with spittle on his chin and not-spittle matting her pubic hair and exposed belly
her garments torn away during the rutting

then there was an abrupt cut  a sliver of sheer black wall
a squid-excreted black cloud in black water(a China koan)  and when the film spasmed back to light and life the screen revealed half her face peeking around a corner of what must have been the same barn out of doors

then from behind

her still peeking  bent over
her dark eyes darting left  then right   then left    then right

  

he saw the farmer  ridiculous  sneaking tiptoed up behind her his hands readied near-shoulder width apart to clasp her

as she peeked her hips moved behind her like those of a cat readying to leap at its prey

then he watched from behind the farmer immediately behind her
he fumbles at his pants and as they fall to his booted ankles he tears her skirt and bodice apart and splits her from behind  thrusting   plying    thrusting     plyingdeepply

he cant see her face at all

its still around the corner

 

though he can see her hands clutch and despair the cornerboards in the same moment as he watches the farmers hairy ass squeeze and squeeze and squeeze to his thrusts

he tried to command his dream to come around come around comearound the corner to see her heavy tits heaveanyaw under the ruin of her clothing or perhaps joustanclap exposed

but his dream wouldnt submit

too caught up in its comic porn

October 4 AMdreaming,  2015

1549,  Monday,  28  3. 16

Naked City – Torture Garden (1990)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ow_bB6nIiyE