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12/29/00-Yellow sky pagoda shaped bridge over quiet stream cranes cavorting in snow-rimmed hot springs flowered new kimonos wooden sandals ink black hair painted stylized faces old men in sauna wizened looking like ancient monkeys floating sake and sweetened rice ball snacks light geishas walking on heavy tired backs...
12/23/00-I shared a huge loft divided roughly in half for double tenancy smelling of basil angela my quiet neighbor was at my door inquiring did I have a corkscrew she'd thought she'd had one when she'd bought the bottle she held out to show me in her hand she'd said but unscrewing lids was evidently all she'd had to do before I'd check I said noticing yet again as I had before from not close how cutely invitingly she seemed to stand and dress and the way when she spoke it was as though she had all her windows open the wind blowing straight through the big house of herself I thought with quickening pulse that to make love to her would be but to honor art I fancied young brown fingers on my face her look both bold and imploring artless though she was unless in fact she'd had a corkscrew all along the smell of fresh bread too wafted in through her adjoining entranceway her mahogany body seemed to say come in my neighbor and let's play but was this all my imagination once I'd come up in the middle of a summer afternoon she'd left her place all open no doubt for the breeze in that heat her glistening form dancing a heady beat discarded clothing there and here oh sorry she'd said and closed the door gently slowly unembarrassed I found the corkscrew and she invited me in we sampled the vintage and thick slices with honey of the still hot loaf and pronounced them fit the moments lingering unspoken wanton at length I asked her what she did a nurse she'd said yanking a stethoscope out of her open loose coat pocket I've always wondered what the heart sounds like with one of those things I'd said mind if I give it a try she handed it to me tossed off the last in her glass took off the jacket and then her shirt her small breasts beautiful and alluring I placed the instrument on her chest there and here and listened to magnified breathing strong rapid beating you seem quite healthy to me I said and kissed the nearest part of art...
12/20/00-As with water which may quench thirst or drown us or breathing which both sustains life and ages us so honey may be a mixed boon that in human life span terms essentially keeps forever and helps us ward off colds or other ills yet by harboring botulism spores which by now have been carried by gentle breezes and jet stream atmospheric torrents alike to infiltrate hives worldwide is also a stealth weapon and can be fatal to babies lacking resistance but before these spores were pandemic moses knowing the trick infected the eqyptians' honey pots like trojan horses from his own infected batch the first biological warfare the source of the plague unleashed upon his people's captors who routinely gave like royal jelly for prospective bee nobility only to their first born males the rare sweet delicacy...
12/14/00-Went to sabrina veritas for a tattoo or two and she asked me where and what and I showed her and took off appropriate attire she began to work on my skin pigments the electric needle etching its way through painfully she focused on her work when I noticed that we were doing it in a helicopter and me afraid of heights our position precarious seeking a real truth witch for paid and pointedly intimate business but the new aircraft immense was barely balanced on the edge of a tall building I allowed as how this was a not pleasant circumstance she tried to slip into her pilot seat buckle up she advised but by then the helo was careening down the side of the skyscraper the props spinning faster the road below looming here we go I thought she adjusted everything in a split second and we steadied a few meters from oblivion nice flying I said yes it comes in handy she allowed and set us down gently then continued her fleshy artistic ministrations...
12/11/00-The dog's licking her nether regions again california hills eucalyptus fresh el paso coffee brewing in cafe olé words whispered to the deaf sleeper spoken through her flesh tremors at his touch from canadian rockies to mexican gulf a great cold is sweeping across the continent she shudders full of grace declaration independence sexual revolution french kiss the rise of everything sir mount the individual over king or collective taken to extreme adrenal flows arctic snows may be the court supremes tenuous hold fractured face scent organs violated with offal fetid trace immolation tensions building a matter of race sensual satiation she likes it on top preeminent place...
12/5/00-Sour taste of green limes salivary ejaculations when last I knew her other times gray cold days wind sounds blizzards in the night tracks in fresh snow after the blow aloft a hawk clear vision below its head jerks this way and that gliding upon the cushioning eddies in watchful wait its prey unknowing a looming fate blistering wood stove heat in my cabin the airways fractured by arcs of commercial craft electric short-wave traffic I don't like the slimy texture of cooked oysters, gristle, okra, mushrooms, or fat my mother washed inside and behind my ears unsympathetic to childhood tears the storm tornadic flew the tractor into the barn the pigs got out and ran 'round wildly a healthy adult leopard frog can jump fifty times its own length frozen grasses shrubs make hummocks in the drifts hailstone grapefruits pulverized Charlie's fragile cranium heavy metals rock the age of uranium iron curtains billowing in fishhook sutures chemotherapy bereft blessed as soon her as her mother word salad landscapes painted there where upon her breast confessed...
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