I shared in an emale to my best friend a compilation of Bread

defined at youtube.com as their Best

curious

        how someone or aspect foreign  Unknown  can assume Breads Best to me

I ran the compilation through my ears before sending it 

couldnt bitch                                                                                                                     

               it was the Sixties and I didnt think I could be held accountable for what I 

remembered or didnt

                though what I did remember                                                                            

in that agitated flurry of testosterone and drugs               springing off walls        

few wanted any part of me if I was freefalling   

                                                                    wanted any part of my outrageous status quo

                                                                                                                                               

*  *  *

partying in Coral Gables at a friends house I wandered out back into the screened-in patio 

that held an in-ground pool 

                                            a young woman outside leaned her face against the screen door   

it was distorted in the way silver screens can distort features looking through them   

like a nylon yanked over a robbers head

walking towards her I still couldnt discern her features

she was a shot in the dark                                                                                               

though her face stood atop a comely body  

                                                                     --   Hey man  Okay if I take a swim  Its hot

sexist pigs were unnamed then

it was my hand to play                                                                                                                    and holding the upper hand

                                              my dictate                                                                              

--   It is hot  Humid too  If you wanna swim here    we swim naked

--   I wanna swim

she lost her clothes on the deck just inside the screen door   her tanned skin illuminated   

by the flashingblue from the underwater lighting

I lost my clothes beside her

I admired her firm breasts and apple-shaped ass

we descended into the water                                                                                         

swam together  porpoised  laughed   and obviously  obliviously  enjoying one another   

we converged

                       aquatic foreplay

and fucking  we churned the electricblue water into chop 

laughing                                                                                                                                 

emerging from the water   diamond-dribbling        she ahead of me                                         

and far too tasty a treat to release just yet

                                                                       I took her by the shoulder  turning her  and 

pushed her to her knees                                                                                                                 

she took me in her mouth on the seahorse-and-tangled-seaweed tiled steps

                                                                                                                                                                                                    GASP              

then I pushed her back onto the edge of the warm curved concrete apron   spread her legs   

slipped two fingers inside her  sleek and smooth    and lapped and sucked her mons    

slipping my little finger up her ass

                                                                                                                                    GASP                                                                                           

GASP

             GASP

satiated  we rolled back into the water like otters             sighing and smiling

suddenly there were explosions splashes behind us   a frenzy of naked bodies   tossing heads  long thrashing hair      heated blushing flesh

                                                            a feline ass  buoyant  went past me   legs parted     

I goosed her                                                                                                                      

I felt a tug at my cock                                                                                                               

then a graze of teeth and sucking a roiling of mad bubbles at my belly exhaled    red tresses emerging   green eyes    I recognized her from inside the house

behind me a woolly pubis grinded on my ass her unknown hands went around me and clutched at my chest fingers hooking at my collarbones

inhaling  red tresses went down again  I thrusted   the grrl behind me caught on and thrusted her hips in unison with mine  her breath  sharp in my ears  the redhead reached around me pinching scratching at her ass     and scratching

                                                                       she came up like a ballistic missile    

and stood before me                                                                                                                

the trembling breath over my shoulder barked  her disembodied hands came off me  lunging  and clutched at the redheads huge breasts    her grinding more frenetic 

I reached back and clutched her wiggling plump ass and reached forward grabbing reds meaty ass                                                                                                                                         

red took my head by the hair between her long fingered hands and kissed me deep    our tongues twining 

                         I felt unknowns mouth at my shoulder    her teeth biting at my traps 

she bit hard  I groaned                                                                                                    

I let loose of ass  pushed red away  frantically turned her  took her by the hips and slippedstabbed my cock into her                                                                                                    

she pushed back  taking my length  her hands at her knees    shocks of diamondbits 

scattering from her hair

                                                                                                                          

                        the water rocked and spit                                                                                    behind me unknown quit her biting  let go  

I felt her ass against mine   I released red  churned around  grabbed a fistful of hair and stabbed my cock into her    I watched the rocking water  the surf pushed up and rippling across her back  red bumped her bush against my ass until she synched up  rode the rhythm  her fingers knotting at my traps  her nails biting

                                                                                                                      all around us was bluespawning  barking and sharp breaths  growls groans howls FUCKs ejaculations quivering quivered cums cocks tits slits  FRENZY                     

                                                                                                                   frenzy                              quieting    

                quieting

                                                                      quieting

no Bread                                                                                                                             

Hendrix                                                                                                                           Zeppelin                                                                                                                                 

twists and smokefunnels of hashish  grass                                                                        

cold beer splashed FUCK! on naked bodies  sucked off stippled nipples bellys and lapped 

from the smalls of backs

one wanted to finger me for setting off the chainreaction                      

                                                                                            she trembled  clutching at someones castoff t-shirt to cover her nakedness

                                                                I yanked it out of her hand  I wasnt done 

looking at her body                                                                                           

                                 --    What  Suddenly shy  Feeling forced    Youre not hurt are you

--    No   I think I might have hurt you

                                                             I rubbed at my bitten shoulders  I could feel the 

scratches on my back writhe like roughscaly snakes

--    You didnt hurt me   You wanna another shot at it

                                                                                     she gasped

--   Comon youre fine  Youre fine  I dont think theres another soul here whos feeling a bit guilt    

It was a feast baby  And youll not have many  So run with it  Take it in  It was a pleasure  Pure and simple

                           he thought to himself she had come out of her skin   and really liked it    and 
that liking was flying in the face of her upbringing  probably some miserable religion  or removed parents  not really getting who their daughter was  not just a dutiful daughter heaped beneath their guilts or remorse  made to carry their shit for them  like a mule  and then bringing it out as a cudgel  whenever she sought her own mind or direction

--   Youre fine baby  Absolutely fine     then purposefully he ogled her causing her to blush and burst into laughter   her hand spreading across her mouth

                                                                                                    he caught her at the wrist

--   No dont  I wanna enjoy your face  your happiness and pleasure      Youre radiant  absolutely radiant   I hope you can take that with you tonight

she threw her head back                                                                                                         laughing

and crying

                    struggling to master rather than being enslaved by her emotions                         
or how she had been raised                                                                                                      
and slowly realising she was obliged to herself and the life she wanted  rather than perhaps fulfilling the designs her parents fashioned for her

                                                                                                thats tough  he remembered
how tough   but hed done it so long ago it rarely blinked on his radar

*  *  *

Well  he supposed hed have to cut the purveyor of Breads Best some slack 
hed been likewise  

                             chipping in his two red cents  unsolicited                                                                                       

                                                                                             

                                                                                                                and then more

0014,  Friday,  2  5. 14

Mothers Day!

                    Ill be indecently and happily disposed over the Mothers Day weekend

                                            wishin Happy Mothers Day to all you Mothers 
                                                                   and other muthas!


posting agin Monday, May 12

Ahead of the game or gamechanger
                                      leading the way into the wilderness 

or wil'child come home to roost
                                 arguing           or augmenting

the Beatles

he wondered to-day why he hadnt written of them earlier

they had been a seismic element      

a rare occurrence in his Life

a wakeup call that aroused  and aligned him

                                                 despite him knowing full-well some kind of Alarm
had been set                                                                                                           

although he hadnt suspected when or to what extent it might render him

                                                                                                                                                                                     the Beatles shook his cobwebs loose
sprung the fabrics binding him vigorously hacksawed the chains wrapped at his wrists and ankles

they knocked down and breeched the walls that arrested or confined him

                                                                               their Helter Skelter was mansonized  

their Ob-la-di Ob-la-da rapsodized  oh-blud-in oh-blud-out

                            

yah  “Lala how the Life goes on”

indeed  “ . . . how the Life goes on” . . . shot-through by a brilliant vibrating blue white-edged bolt of honed elektricity . . . a maniac fluttering then rolling of wide-sprung eyes    

the chomping of the jaws 

                    manikins helplessly reciting and singing the words to their songs
Inhabiting them
Examining them lickin his chops John took Christ down and climbed up instead to see what he could make of the eriot and vista:

           “ . . . when I get to the bottom I go back to the top where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride till I get to the bottom and I see you again . . ." 

who wrote and sang songs like that before 

who has written and sung them since

                                                                                              

for their Time and Place they were genius

and while genius is often sparse or parsed

theirs oozed like slowflow honey

encapsulating not only their Time but like amber has congealed and endures

their endurance is refreshing successive generations

                                                                                         Beatles B.C.  –  Beatles A.D.

                                                                                     

                                                                                                  1158,  Day-Beween-Two-Ts,  7  5. 14

their conversation  briskly circling their bare wood antique table breezed to a crescendo

when she remarked Now wait  before you go semantic on me

he interrupted Better semantic than semitic  You know thats going to find its way into

my wrioting somehow

Ive no doubt

he had a way with words

a sorted way that conflagrated minimized twisted and tortured them with scarcely a

pause or thought

semantics semitics   he looked on an advertisement from CI that ralleyed (there he goes

again) a “full-bodied small-batch lovely”  and read it a full-bodied lovely small snatch

and perhaps while the majority of overhearers eyebrows might vault or furrow their

brows  take offense  -  not that he would be affected by their disdain  -  she  she would  

open her eyes widely

then smile

genuinely amused

she was beyond offense

though a good portion of her inoffensiveness was related to her open mind and

sensitivity

she learned early on in their relationship he simply divulged his curiosity without

judgment or attention or worry of how it sounded

                                                                           as a child might

he was invigorated obsessed to slight educations processes

its pedagogy to deploy a limiting discipline quelling curiosity and funneling its wards

into tamer representations of themselves

he was convinced everyones brain at the get-go was an inhibiting organ and its

inhibition was enough without the censure of education

so he dropped its rules like fresh-laid eggs and examined their broken scatterings and

spatters

he might have been a haruspex or soothsayer among his earliest lives   and returned

time and time again because he hadnt gotten it right

                                                                                 but maybe his preference was wrong

inclined to the return-trip tickets

and she   she was significantly ethereal

her wide-spaced eyes  broad nose

her sensuality

      she managed his mania

      he managed hers

      lovingly

(CI: Cigar Int’l)

1417,  Sunday,  22  9. 13