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John Grey |
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SEEING RAY AND THERESA KISS I was there when their lips parted company with their lives and latched onto each other with a hearty smack like a boat hitting the dock While this was going on, I picked the pink and white blossom and touched my palm lightly with it like I imagined he should do to her hair and then I blew it away from my hand to catch a ride on the wind, the way I believed then that people should break from each other, without that "no hard feelings" nonsense I followed them up the hill but that entire journey motif is overrated, that brisk buss possessing within its heart, the spark, the gall to happen anywhere and not necessarily at the end of some bone-grinding walk I bent my knees and I parted reeds and my nerve ends trembled at the thought that they were so caught up in this, I could never be discovered I kept stone still as his mouth opened up his whole body for her all the way down to his lungs, and that simple action suddenly tossed the nature of things into a swirling frenzy and she allowed herself to be swept into that marvellous momentary maelstrom I saw a kiss at close range like it a was a thousand miles from me SLAVE WOMEN FOR FREE A souvenir for your life is a grimy cheesecake calendar on a garage office wall, the last day of December striking a savage blow to the pouting naked breasts of that month's posing miss. Take it away, stow it beneath your bed-sheets, even as the nude women dress, grow older, and the time the ragged pages measure will never pass this way again. Not only did the mechanic fix your car, he gave you this. So use it wisely in the days ahead for days passed by ask nothing less. [Index] |
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Thunder Sandwich #26 - Summer/Fall 2005 |
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