it was raininghe couldnt get his ass out of bed if he had a woman beside him he wouldnt
rain
spattered on the windowthumped on the roofrapped at the walls he heard Hendrix muse Hey man took a look out in world an see
whas happenin a stoned voice answered him Hey
man its raining inhaling holdin it Yeaah I
see whachamean brother
rain took him places
or maybe
because the rain was from other places then shoved out of the sky that it took
him places
he changed positionscame off his back he laid above an empty steel box frame that tittered
on the woodslatted floor through a hazy wall that kept him hunkered down at its foot
so his weight didnt flop him over its edge outside falling to the ground from a second
storey thadhurt aroused he changed
positions a crimsom room golddetailed
wallpanels two fetching women in silk nightgowns he was nakedthey twisted an curled like snakes in his arms thadfeltgood he changed positions again a big mountain cat padded into the bedroomleapt onto the bed an laid at the back of his
kneeswarmed his blood a visual a chromed
handgun in a mans handsleeved arm cuff held pointing down beyond it he watched him walk in halls an rooms he recognisedhis childhood homehis grandmothers junior high polished linoleum
hallway hunting him then him in various snapshotsfrozen listening
to hardheeled footsteps muted footsteps
he had no idea who had the advantage over the other his hands were empty he moved to find something for a weaponthe
footsteps followed
bitch about California rain was it
rarely fell in the company of thunder an lightning
he could have used either now to wake him
he left the halls the rooms an buildings
he was followed in he crossed wet grass an made a tall sheltering forest across a highway road where the rain dripped incoherently from blackenedbranches an deepgreen leaves there he understood he had the advantage there he found a batsized crooked branch a lethal equality
then a hand was at his throat he was
in a perfumed bed it ran downstroked his
chest belly it sought his cock he was in the warmgrasp of a young cinnamon womanbated breath at his shoulder he rolled left to touch her like running his hand through warmed
bathwater oil an scent
it was raining
rainy day dream away
1111, Thursday,
1 3. 18
Rainy Day, Dream Away Hendrix
https://vimeo.com/170063784
Rainy Day, Dream Away conversation missing disregard the
Japanese horror
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0E6fLJixUs
