01-27-2018, 11:44 PM
< might as well >
The human body is a
single, vast building...
And we're trapped between floors
kicking our little
heads. We flail at each other
stirring our blood with
the hum of sex.
We kiss and make up;
then softly plop
right into the next bed,
still trying to fuck.
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The vultures had a
brilliant, decadent, young
crew cut, college boy
gang-fucked by live monkeys.
His front teeth had been
cultured pearls. He had a
bale of Levis with built-in
kurus drawn on
a long face of slate-blue color
and a self-righteous
process of cutting up
falsie baskets made
by a shipload of
bestial American sailors in Brooklyn.
Since the year before he had been
in some unspecified position in
an anonymous bank in South America;
a practitioner of Technological Medicine
specializing in pharmaceuticals with
a side line of six separate venereal diseases.
He had smelled out this good
condom market during
an epic saga of unsuccessful enterprises
and reverses in business
and was finally arrested for the violation of
a whale in the South Atlantic quarantined by
the German Board of Health in Tierra del Fuego.
On one occasion he
got out and sat on the
back of vultures fighting over fish
and said “No one has found
the tall, thin Norwegian with
a patch over one eye."
( He had eaten out the eye when he failed at raising frogs.)
The Norwegian
was found
in a foot locker,
goofed and sewed,
in a Panama City park.
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a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions