he
sat at his desk
elbow resting at
its edge rubbing his face with his hand his eyes with thumb and forefinger
nearly
exhausted
listening
to Traffics John Barleycorn Must Die
and
stoking behind his eyelids
a hypnagogic battle between
where he was when he first heard the album turning on a very expensive
turntable
while smelling the narcotics of incense hash and Giselles warm musk just under his nose
while smelling the narcotics of incense hash and Giselles warm musk just under his nose
a
tongues length away
pinning
her frantic hips with his youthful hands
she
was in a panic for head
he
was trying to recover from his
and
the ardor of her expertise
when
he finally laid tongue and teeth to her
she
squirted like an overripe peach
delicious(The Allman Brothers battling Traffic to a draw)
Giselle was French Canadian out of Quebec
he met her in the Keys
her sailboat passed near a pier he was fishing off
he hailed her from its greyweathered timbers
stuck out his thumb like a bum on an interstate trying to hitchhike a ride back up to Miami
she cried to him over the water asking if he was a capable hand at sea
Im better Ive two
she ducked behind the cabin but he could hear her laugh
or else the laughter was from out of the caerulean sky her white billowing clouds or the lapping vivacious sea herself
when she reappeared she hollered Stand by Prepare to board
she came about hard ducked the boom and in full sail tacked to speed near the pier
without stopping
Crazy redhead he thought
he hadnt time to reel in his line
he cut it
grabbing his listless duffel bag one-handed he ran down the pier
as he ran out of the pier she sidled up
he heaved his duffel onto the bow over the rope guardrail and reversed pier to make his knapsack and fishing rod before she did
he tossed his knapsack up beside his duffel as she came along then ran in tempo with the boat handed off his fishing rod to her and vaulted into the cockpit as they made the end of the pier
then standing erect before her as they left the beach behind he asked So You still call this a cockpit or have you another nomenclature for it
Heavy emphasis on no men
her laughter was clear like the silverblue sea
I think you and I are going to get along well she said(while secretly he was anxious to prove his capable hand at sea)
their ensuing voyage put them through the uprights of Cuban and US coast guard ships when she made an inaccurate assessment of their drift on the Gulf Stream Path and ventured nearer Cuba waters than she thought or rather more accurately waters Cuba and the United States vied over
they went up and through them likely because the American craft was larger and outgunned the Cubans or because Giselles lime-green knitbikini top cleavage her shock of redhair declared North American ancestry than a Spaniard bloodline
afterwards further south than she thought she offered a suggestion
Do I look like an ass he replied
that simple deliberation gamed them to wind their way through the Bahamas slip Puerto Rico the Barbados Islands Aruba Jamaica the Caymans and then astute lesson learned they cheated towards Isla Mujeres(The Island of Woman How can I possibly pass her up she asked) and rode the Gulf Stream finally back to Miami
she had friends there friends of her family and they put her up(them) in one of their houses
Giselle was a startling prism to view the world through or rather worlds he heard existed European Royalties
the Kennedys Hyannis Port Fitzgeralds West Egg Hiltons Shangri-La L Frank Baums Land of Oz
or Tolkiens Middle-Earth
glimpses into odd shimmering corners like fables and carnival funhouse mirrors
distorting ones vision or riffs of vertigo disorientation curling from altitude accelerating ascension Atlas rockets launched at Cape Canaveral
she was sensational slick an otter in bed
he woke one morning
his duffel bag and knapsack were packed and sat on the chest at the foot of the bed
on the bedstand weighed down by a leatherbound Finnegans Wake she picked up for him because he also liked Joyces world was folded paper money large bills that could take him to a lot of different places for a long time
he wasnt shy he wasnt disappointed all things must end
though he would have liked a note
a hypnagogic battle between where he was when he first heard the album
and now
Giselle helped him to now
there was nothing to bitch
Barleycorn remains timeless
she cried to him over the water asking if he was a capable hand at sea
Im better Ive two
she ducked behind the cabin but he could hear her laugh
or else the laughter was from out of the caerulean sky her white billowing clouds or the lapping vivacious sea herself
when she reappeared she hollered Stand by Prepare to board
she came about hard ducked the boom and in full sail tacked to speed near the pier
without stopping
Crazy redhead he thought
he hadnt time to reel in his line
he cut it
grabbing his listless duffel bag one-handed he ran down the pier
as he ran out of the pier she sidled up
he heaved his duffel onto the bow over the rope guardrail and reversed pier to make his knapsack and fishing rod before she did
he tossed his knapsack up beside his duffel as she came along then ran in tempo with the boat handed off his fishing rod to her and vaulted into the cockpit as they made the end of the pier
then standing erect before her as they left the beach behind he asked So You still call this a cockpit or have you another nomenclature for it
Heavy emphasis on no men
her laughter was clear like the silverblue sea
I think you and I are going to get along well she said(while secretly he was anxious to prove his capable hand at sea)
their ensuing voyage put them through the uprights of Cuban and US coast guard ships when she made an inaccurate assessment of their drift on the Gulf Stream Path and ventured nearer Cuba waters than she thought or rather more accurately waters Cuba and the United States vied over
they went up and through them likely because the American craft was larger and outgunned the Cubans or because Giselles lime-green knitbikini top cleavage her shock of redhair declared North American ancestry than a Spaniard bloodline
afterwards further south than she thought she offered a suggestion
Do I look like an ass he replied
that simple deliberation gamed them to wind their way through the Bahamas slip Puerto Rico the Barbados Islands Aruba Jamaica the Caymans and then astute lesson learned they cheated towards Isla Mujeres(The Island of Woman How can I possibly pass her up she asked) and rode the Gulf Stream finally back to Miami
she had friends there friends of her family and they put her up(them) in one of their houses
Giselle was a startling prism to view the world through or rather worlds he heard existed European Royalties
the Kennedys Hyannis Port Fitzgeralds West Egg Hiltons Shangri-La L Frank Baums Land of Oz
or Tolkiens Middle-Earth
glimpses into odd shimmering corners like fables and carnival funhouse mirrors
distorting ones vision or riffs of vertigo disorientation curling from altitude accelerating ascension Atlas rockets launched at Cape Canaveral
she was sensational slick an otter in bed
he woke one morning
his duffel bag and knapsack were packed and sat on the chest at the foot of the bed
on the bedstand weighed down by a leatherbound Finnegans Wake she picked up for him because he also liked Joyces world was folded paper money large bills that could take him to a lot of different places for a long time
he wasnt shy he wasnt disappointed all things must end
though he would have liked a note
a hypnagogic battle between where he was when he first heard the album
and now
Giselle helped him to now
there was nothing to bitch
Barleycorn remains timeless
0312, Day-between-Two-Ts, 3 2.
16
2357, Thursday, 4 2. 16
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqQ3vDXsKdQ&list=PLl78y-YYuL_O3nczyRuJmW9xbHmj5FYCZ
2357, Thursday, 4 2. 16
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqQ3vDXsKdQ&list=PLl78y-YYuL_O3nczyRuJmW9xbHmj5FYCZ
