ing straight up. Mary lies transfixed with neon nails. . . Jhonny moves up her body, his cock with a shining round opal of lubrificant at the open slit , slides through her pubic hairs and enters her cunt to the hilt, drawn in a by suction of hungry flesh. . . His face swells with blood, green lights burst behind his eyes and he falls with a scenic railway through screaming girls. . . Damp hairs on the back of his balls dry to grass in the warm spring wind. High jungle valley, vines creep in the window. Jhonny’s cock swells, great rank buds burst out. A long tuber root creeps from Mary’s cunt, feels for the Earth. The bodies disintegrate in green explosions. The hut falls in ruins of broken stone. The boy is a limestone statue, a plant sprouting from his cock, lips parted in the half-smile of a junky on the nod.

The beagle has stached the heroin in a lottery ticket.One more shot-tomorrow the cure. The way is long.Hard-ons and bring-downs are frequent. It was a long time over the stony reg to the oasis   of date palms where Arab boys shit in the well and rock n’ roll across the sands of muscle beach eating hot-dogs and spitting out gold teeth in nuggets. Toothless and strictly fro  the long hunger, ribs you could wash your filthy overalls on, taht corrugate, they quaver down from the outrigger in Easter Island and stal ashore on legs stiff and brittle as stilts. . .they nod