![]() ![]() Straight in its pitch and unchanging melody His hand shoots for my throat faster than I can react His head hung slightly low in sudden contemplation and pain The adrenalin jack-knifing through my body like a restless rush of pure red almost bringing it to a halt I land an elbow directly to his face before I land fully catching him with my momentumĪll of my weight landing on his nose and mouth The lines across his wide brow/the shoulders of a man half-bull I have time to see his cold receding head, The time I hung there expanded for miles dying slower than normal I jumped into the air - I could see he hadn’t expected that No sympathy for an English ******* wanna be saviour like me. I call every mutilated thought I can from my mind and air Gently moving her body to one side I began to run at the man walking towards us The night mixing with the hopeless age of the station No more running.Īnd this is what I thought seconds before he was near us. Emotion.Īnd there was no-where else for us to go. His lips lay still like two grey worms on top of each other. I smile down telling her she can’t fool me with the same old tricks then I look too. Her laughter stopped like a match being put out. ![]() She was looking down to the end of the station where the entrance was. She began to curl into rest, her hair across my lap, but I notice that she sees one more thing before her eyes shut. I said one last thing to her to make her laugh a little, before we rested in wait for the last train. My back lay against the cold wood of the station seatĪnd the need for hope faded as we both began to sleep We kissed again, slowly and absolute - celebrating release The day stretched out and up into the evening as we laughed and screamed like two boiling oysters drunk in a kitchen time passed into and through the hours we wound around each other like two fighting seas her thighs tensing with absolute strength on my lap moaning from her stomach and into the sky There were no people or trains/we had five hours to burn until the next one came I pull her into myself.īut a shop was open in the blazing afternoonīut sold us enough with what we had to get us drunk We stand-up, and continue to walk through the breeze towards the train station. Her sighs and moans and thighs becoming louder. All of them.Īnd the heat kept beating, making me sweat.īut we always had enough energy to be together.Īs our bodies become hungrier, our need for each others skin increased. We had been travelling Europe for some time. Old beauty, future beauty.īulgaria, Estonia, Latvia. Muscles and waist growing tighter, thinner. The days and weeks we hadn’t been eating properly didn’t show on her figure as it did mine. I stepped out of many rooms only to find myself in the room I just left. I sang into the stoic mouths of storm drains. I grew my beard, an insomniac in a jail cell clinging to bars the color of a morning dove. I capitulated to the candor of a naked mattress. The moon over my shoulder tightened into focus like a prison spotlight. I dreamed of dead horseshoe ***** rolling in with the tide. Each morning I drew back the curtains and lost myself in the crisscrossing patterns of whitecaps, the synchronous flight of sanderlings above the dunes. I holed up for weeks in an oceanfront motel, dazed by the roar of the breakers. The sheriff extracted me from a ****** snowbank. I disappeared in a city lit by lavender streetlights, where buildings blotted out the stars and the traffic signals kept perfect time. I ran the tilt-a-whirl at the Ashtabula county fair, fattening up on fried Oreos and elephant ears, flirting behind tent ***** with the cute contortionist with strawberry-blonde hair. The typographically accurate Declaration of Independence inscribed on my back also confirms this. CCTV footage confirms I pawned a shotgun, a Gibson guitar, and my wife’s engagement ring at the pawnshop next to Fatty’s Tattoo parlor. How many miles does it take to turn yourself around, to rise up from ashes? Keep driving. Insects slapping the windshield like rain. Bluegreen glow of dashboard gauges, the faint scent of roadkill and desert marigolds. I stole my brother’s car and drove to Phoenix in the dark. She was without doubt unbearably titillating And except for a faint look of languor and ruin ![]()
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