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Married Again (companion to Just Married)
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Married Again (companion to Just Married) |
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Drexler_McStyles Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 195Venice, Ca |
Married Again see, its like this theres this chick from the north who’d come down to stay and right away we were terrorizing the decent folk with our wanderlust and recklessness literary yearnings it couldn’t be helped I can assure you she had heard of me and my 16 year old bride some time earlier while reading one of those periodicals of the highest inclination and had decided she would have me regardless of my marital displacement well, once the restraining order was in place her feet cooled a little and she bide her time burning wooden nickels and sewing shut the pockets on denim purses as we all know I lost my poor little chicken at the supermarket one fateful day and vowed myself to a life of debotulism out of respect for my wee lost donkey well the news reached low and far and that creamy gazelle in the woods was on a plane and various pills within a few short hours I was lodged at my desk in the chubb chap typing some romantic dribble when there came a knock that made me reach for my gun someone called out “housekeeping” and I unbolted the latch there she stood over five and a half feet of pure adultery we rogued our way through the temple spilling dishes and turning grenades on end we stayed inside for 22 days, and for 22 nights we burned candles like they were documents bathed in red wine vats until our skin stained until symphonies of sound resounded through her silken charms her almond ivory touch like mercury after this introduction and aligning of spirits we were ready to assault the tempo of the skeleton nation outside she was loaded on booze and bonds and so we cashed some and bought a Challenger I found the sleeping bag and boxed the vinyl we left LA in a flurry well pressed in my white linen and denim and she, flying her colors in a flowered cotton gown we swung through Arizona one hand on her thigh the other on a quart of whiskey she sang like a banshee all the songs we could invent about love and loose ribbons meadowlands and canyons the deep wells where our secrets lay still somewhere in New Mexico we found a pastor fondling a horned beast and forced him to marry us on the very spot where he stood, semi-dressed for the first time on that very night we stayed sober and danced under moonlight like a diamond carouselambra chasing starlight and wild iguanas in the peppery autumn air of the naked wastelands where we had surrendered our arms, and hearts, our lives and burning brightly like a phoenix we seared into ash a fusion, cindered and released onto the deserts shifting anima never again to be seen (any lower than the shoulder of Orion) the gray little donkey turned up one day in an opium den somewhere outside Bangladesh she had been scooped up by a motorcycle gang in the meat department and set on a path of inprobability she jumped ship near Vancouver later in the year and slept in the belly of a cargo plane that one day woke in Cairo the rest, is the stuff of lore and will be saved for another day |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 Steven, your pen forever writes of the wildest adventures....at least most of them seem a bit wild compared to mine. OK, some of us are waiting for the chicken/donkey sequel.  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
love the style and the flow... great imagery and indeed it does leave the reader with a sense of wanting more.. |
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