Woke up in other flesh the lookout different— hospital smell of backward countries—
Where the Awning Flaps
"So we got our rocks off permutating through each other's facilities on the blue route and after a little practice we could do it without the projector and perform any kinda awful sex act on any street corner behind the blue glass stirring the passing rectums and pubic hairs like dry leaves falling in the pissoir: " J'aime ces types vicieux qu'ici montrent la bite—"
Drinking from his eyes the idiot green boys plaintive as wind leaves erect wooden phallus on the graves of dying Lemur Peoples.
"Fluck flick take any place. Johnny you-me-neon-asshole-amigos-now."
"You only get a hard-on with my permission."
"Who you now Meester? Flick fluck take Johnny over. Me screw Johnny up same asshole? You me make flick-fluck-one-piece?"
Just hula hoop through each other to idiot Mambo. Every citizen of the area has a blueprint like some are Electricals and some are Vegetable Walking Carbonics and so on, it's very technical, boy jissom tracks through rectal mucus and Johnny.
"One track out so: panels of shadow."
"Me finish Johnny night."
So we get our rectums in transparent facilities blue route process together, slow night to examine me. every dawn smell fingers the passing rectum, finger on all cocks: "I-you-me in the pissoir of present time." "Idiot fuck you-me-Johnny. "flick fluck idiot asshole buddies like a tree frog clinging in permission. Who are you green hands? Fungoid purple?"
"Johnny over. Me screw. Flick fluck one piece."
Warm spermy smell to idiot Mambo. Silence belches smell of ozone and rectal flight: "Here goes examiner other rectums naked in Panama, citizen of the area."
On the sea wall met the guide under the Circling Albatross. Peeled his red- and white-striped T-shirt to brown flesh and grey under like ash and we passed a joint back and forth as we dropped each other's pants and he looked down face like Mayan limestone in the kerosene lamp sputter of burning insect wings.
"I screw Johnny up ass." He jumped with his knees on the bed and slapped his thighs, cock-shadow pulsing on the blue paint wall. " Así como peeeeerrross." ass hairs spread over the tide flats. Woke up in other flesh, the lookout different, one boy naked in Panama dawn wind.
Casual adolescent of urinals and evening flesh gone when I woke up—Age flakes fall through the pissoir— Ran into my old friend Jones—so badly off—Forgotten coughing in 1920 movie—
Vaudeville voices hustle on bed service—I nearly suffocated trying on the boy's breath—That's Panama—Brain-eating birds patrol the low frequency brain waves—nitrous flesh swept out by your voice and end of receiving set—Sad hand tuned out the stale urine of Panama.
"I am dying, Meester?—forgotten coughing in 1920 street?"
Genital pawn ticket peeled his stale underwear, shirt flapping whiffs of young hard-on—brief boy on screen laughing my skivvies all the way down—whispers of dark street in Puerto Assis—
Meester smiles through the village wastrel—Orgasm siphoned back telegram: "Johnny pants down." (that stale summer dawn smell in the garage—vines twisting through steel—bare feet in dog's excrement—)
Panama clung to our bodies from Las Palmas to David on camphor sweet smell of cooking paregoric— Burned down the republic—The druggist no glot clom Fliday—Panama mirrors of 1910 under seal in any drugstore—He threw in the towel morning light on cold coffee stale breakfast table—litde cat smile—pain and death smell of his sickness in the room with me— three souvenir shots of Panama City—Old friend came and stayed all day face eaten by "I need more"—I have noticed this in the New World—
"You come with me, Meester?"
And Joselito moved in at Las Playas during the essentials—Stuck in this place—iridescent lagoons, swamp delta, bubbles of coal gas still be saying "A ver, Luckees" a hundred years from now—A rotting teak-wood balcony propped up Ecuador.
"Die Flowers and Jungle bouncing they can't city?"
On the sea wall two of them stood together waving —Age flakes coming down hard here—Hurry up— Another hollow ticket—Don't know if you got my last hints trying to break out of this numb dizziness with Chinese characters—I was saying over and over shifted commissions where the awning flaps in your voice— end of the line—Silence out there beyond the gate— casual adolescent shirt flapping in the evening wind—
"Old photographer trick wait for Johnny—Here goes Mexican cemetery."
On the sea wall met a boy with red- and white-striped T-shirt—(P.G. town in the purple twilight) —
The boy peeled off his stale underwear scraping erection—warm rain on the iron roof—under the ceiling fan stood naked on bed service—bodies touched electric film—contact sparks tingled—fan whiffs of young hard-on washing adolescent T-shirt—The blood smells drowned voices and end of the line—That's Panama—sad movie drifting in islands of rubbish, black lagoons and fish people waiting a place forgotten—fossil honky-tonk swept out by a ceiling fan—Old photographer trick tuned them out.
"I am dying, Meester?"
Flashes in front of my eyes naked and sullen—rotten dawn wind in sleep—death rot on Panama photo where the awning flaps.
Sad servant stood on the sea wall in sepia clouds of Panama.
"Boy I was washed face in Panama maybe undressed there, money, good bye."
Johnny Yen's last adiós out of focus.
1920 Movies
Film union sub spirit couldn't find the cobbled road content with an occasional Mexican in the afternoon a body sadness to say good bye smell of blood and excrement with the wind sad distant voices infer his absence as wind and dust in empty streets of Mexico.
"I am the Director. You have known me for a long time. Mister, leave cigarette money."
Iron cell wall painted flaking rust—Grifa smoke through the high grate window of blue night—Two prisoners sit on lower iron shelf bunk smoking. One is American the other Mexican—The Cell vibrates with silent blue motion of prison and all detention in time.
"Johnny I think you little bit puto queer."
" Sí." Johnny held up thumb and finger an inch apart.
"I screw Johnny up ass? Bueno Johnny?" His fingers flicked Johnny's shirt. They stood up. José hung his shirt on a nail, Johnny passed shirt and José hung one shirt over the other. " Ven acá." He caught Johnny's belt-end with one hand and flipped the belt-tongue out and opened fly buttons with pickpocket fingers.
"Johnny pants down, Ya duro. Johnny hard. I think like mucho be screwed."
" Claro."
"Fuck Johnny, Johnny come too?"
José moved into the bunk on knees: "Like this Johnny," he slapped his thighs. " Como perros."
He opened a tin of vaseline as the other moved into place and shoved a slow twisting finger up Johnny's ass.
"Johnny like?"
" Mucho."
"Johnny flip now."
He held Johnny's thighs and moved his cock in slow.
"Breathe in deep Johnny."
His cock slid in as Johnny breathed in. They froze there breathing: " Bueno, Johnny?"
" Bueno."
" Vámanos." Shadow bodies twisted on the blue wall. "Johnny sure start now."
"You is coming Johnny?"
" Siiiiiii."
"Here goes Johnny." Spurts cross the surplus blanket smell of iron prison flesh and clogged toilets, pickpocket finger on his balls squeezing the spurts, cock throbbing against his spine, he squeezed through a maze of penny arcades dirty pictures in the blue Mexican night. The two bodies fell languidly apart bare feet on the Army blanket. Grifa smoke blown down over black shiny pubic hairs copper and freckle flesh. Paco's cock came up in smoke.
" Otra vez, Johnny?" He put his hands behind Johnny's knees.
"Johnny hear knees now." Mexican thighs: " Como perros I fuck you." Walls painted blue smoke through the grate. Finger up Johnny's ass moved two prisoners. He held Johnny's thighs and vibrated silent deep J
ohnny. His cock slid: "Johnny, I in."
"Let's go," twisted the iron frame. " Porqué no?" " Bueno, Johnny." Candle shadow bodies. "Johnny sure desnudate por completo. . . Johnny?"
" Siiii? "
"Here goes complete." Plus blankets smell of iron and shirt on nail. Mexican pickpocket one shirt over the other. Spurts maze of dirty pictures. He pushed toe blue Mexican night Johnny pants down.
Part bare feet on the blanket. Black shiny pubic hairs.
"I think like mucho be José—Paco—Enrique."
" Como perros Johnny like? Breathe José in there deep Johnny."
His cock iron frame for what not breathing: "Let's go bunk."
"You is coming plus Paco." Cross blanket smell of Johnny flicked one shirt. Go completo plus Kiki. He flipped the tongue street: "You is coming for Johnny."
One shirt spilling head. The bodies feel cock flip out and up.
" Como eso I fuck you." One shirt spilling Johnny. Finger on his balls. Cock flipped out and up.
black shiny pubic head, the bodies smoke.
"Fuck on knees. Lie down blanket. Como eso through the iron." He feel tongue on knees, smoke fuck on knees.
" Mucho be ángel como eso."
"Deep Johnny."
Shoved white knees. Vaseline finger vibrate thighs. "Flip now."
"Paco? slow."
" Sí, the ass Johnny? I screw Johnny up ass?"
Spurts prison flesh to Mexican night: "Vibrate, Johnny."
"I screw Johnny."
"Let's go."
"Johnny knees down. Boca abajo. You is coming como eso?"
"Hard bunk Johnny. Me up in Freckles. Como perros like on knees."
"I screw Johnny Mexican. Smoke fuck Johnny. Como eso Johnny fuck on knees."
He feel flipped the knees. "You is coming otra vez Johnny?" He flipped Johnny, vaseline finger see the ass. one shirt spilling Johnny flicked out and up.
"One mucho Johnny flip now."
"Breathe José into hilt ass Johnny."
"Start now."
"You is coming?"
Spurts cross calzoncillos todo. José hung his prison flesh. Finger on his balls feel "come here." He caught Johnny belt spine. He feel flipped the belt-tongue cross pickpocket fingers. The bodies fell languidly. Cock flipped out and up. Grifa smoke blown down line. "A ver like this." He clipped into the bunk on knees like: " Como perros come Johnny."
José knees. Vaseline finger twisting Johnny's thighs.
"Flip now. José slow deep Johnny." His cock slid ass Johnny.
" Bueno Johnny?"
Breathing: "Let's go bunk. Johnny candle shadow now."
"You is coming por completo."
" Siiii," spurts spilling cross pickpocket toe Mexican night cock flipped out and up. Part bare feet.
"Fuck on knees like" (Moving two prisoners in the blue? Is American bunk?)
" Mucho Johnny vibrate blue pressure. Breathe Jose in there. Sí iron frame."
" Porqué no? "
"Johnny here go completo plus Kiki." Hung his prison flesh on nail.
Johnny toilet finger on his balls feel other spurts cock. He fell flipped the pictures. The bodies fell street.
" Claro you like mucho be Kiki. A ver. Como eso." Just hula hoop through each other to idiot Mambo. . .all idiot Mambo spattered to control mechanization.
"Salt Chunk Mary" had all the "nos" and none of them ever meant "yes." She named a price heavy and cold as a cop's blackjack on a winter night and that was it. She didn't name another. Mary didn't like talk and she didn't like talkers. She received and did business in the kitchen. And she kept it in a sugar bowl. Nobody thought about that. Her cold grey eyes would have seen the thought and maybe something goes wrong on the next lay John Citizen come up with a load of 00 into your soft and tenders or Johnny Law just happens by. She sat there and heard. When you spread the gear out on her kitchen table she already knows where you sloped it. She looks at the gear and a price falls out heavy and cold and her mouth closes and stays shut. If she doesn't want to do business she just wraps the gear up and shoves it back across the table and that is that. Mary keeps a blue coffee pot and a pot of salt pork and beans always on the wood stove. When you fall in she gets up without a word and puts a mug of coffee and plate of salt chunk in front of you. You eat and then you talk business. Or maybe you take a room for a week to cool off. room 18 on the top floor I was sitting in the top room rose wall paper smoky sunset across the river. I was new in the game and like all young thieves thought I had a license to steal. It didn't last. Sitting there waiting on the Japanese girl works in the Chink laundry a soft knock and I open the door naked with a hard-on it was the top floor all the way up you understand nobody on that landing. "Ooooh" she says feeling it up to my oysters a drop of lubricant squeezed out and took the smoky sunset on rose wall paper I'd been sitting there naked thinking about what we were going to do in the rocking chair rocks off down the line she could get out of her dry goods faster than a junky can fix when his blood is right so we rocked away into the sunset across the river just before blast off that old knock on the door and I shoot this fear load like I never feel it wind up is her young brother at the door in his cop suit been watching through the key hole and learn about the birds and the bees some bee I was in those days good looking kid had all my teeth and she knew all the sex currents goose for pimple always made her entrance when your nuts are tight and aching a red haired smoky rose sunset one bare knee rubbing greasy pink wall paper he was naked with a hard-on waiting on the Mexican girl from Marty's a pearl of lubricant squeezed slowly out and glittered on the tip of his cock. There was a soft knock at the door. He got up off the crumpled bed and opened the door. The girl's brother stood there smiling. The red haired boy made a slight choking sound as blood rushed to his face pounded and sang in his ears. The young face there on the landing turned black around the edges. The red haired boy sagged against the door jamb. He came to on the bed the Mexican kid standing over him.
"All right now? Sis can't come."
The Mexican kid unbuttoned his shirt. He kicked off his sandals dropped his pants and shorts grinning and his cock flipped out half up. The Mexican kid brought his finger up in three jerks and his cock came up with it nuts tight pubic hairs glistening black he sat down on the bed.
"Vaseline?"
The red haired boy pointed to the night table. He was lying on the bed breathing deeply his knees up. The Mexican kid took a jar of vaseline out of a drawer. He kneeled on the bed and put his hands behind the freckled knees and shoved the boy's knees up to his trembling red ears. He rubbed vaseline on the pink rectum with a slow circular pull. The red haired boy gasped and his rectum spread open. The Mexican kid slid his cock in. The two boys locked together breathing in each other's lungs. After the girl left I walk down to Marty's where I meet this Johnson has a disgruntled former chauffeur map indicates where a diamond necklace waits for me wall safe behind the Blue Period. Or maybe you Picasso on Rembrandt and cool off like I was sitting in a Turner sunset on the Japanese girl doing my simple artisan job hot and heavy. Mary she kept the guide ready her eyes heavy and cold as a cop's come around with the old birds and bees business. Nobody thought about that cold outside agent call. Recall John Citizen came up on her. Johnny Law just happens by magic shop in Westbourne Grove. Smell these conditions of ash? I twig that old knack. Klinker is dead.
Blackout fell on these foreign suburbs here.
"Be careful of the old man. kinda special deputy carries a gun in the car."
Music fading in the East St. Louis night broken junk of exploded star sad servant of the inland side shirt flapping in a wind across the golf course a black silver sky of broken film precarious streets of yesterday back from shadows the boy solid now I could touch almost you know both of us use the copper luster basin in the blue attic room now Johnny's back. Who else put a slow cold hand on your shoulder shirt flapping shadows on a wall long ago fading streets a distant sky?
They walked through a city of black a
nd white movies fading streets of thousand-run smoke faces, figures of the world slow down to catatonic limestone.
City blocks speed up out in photo flash. Hotel lobbies 1920 time fill with slow grey film fallout and funeral urns of Hollywood. Never learn? The guide clicked him through a silent turnstile into a cubicle of blue glass and mirrors so that any panel of the room was at alternate intervals synchronized with the client's sex-pulse mirror or wall of glass into the next cell on all sides and the arrangement was an elaborate permutation and very technical. . . So Johnny the Guide said: "The first clause in our blue contract is known as the examination to which both parties must submit. . .
We call it the probing period, now isn't that cute?"
The guide put on helmet of photo goggles and antennae of orange neon flickering, smelling bat wings: "Johnny pants down. Johnny cock hard." He brought his arm up from the elbow swimming in for close-ups of Johnny's erection: take slow and take fast under flickering vowel colors: I red/U
green/E white/O blue/A black/"Bend over Johnny." The examiner floats up from the floor, swims down through heavy water from the ceiling, shoots up from toilet bowl, English baths, underwater takes of genitals and pubic hairs in warm spermy water. The goggles lick over his body phosphorescent moths, through rectal hairs orange halos flicker around his penis. In his sleep, naked Panama nights, the camera pulsing in blue silence and ozone smells, sometimes the cubicle open out on all sides into purple space. X-ray photos of viscera and fecal movements, his body a transparent blue fish.
"So that's the examination we call it, sees all your processes. You can't deceive us in any way at all and now you got the right to examine me."
Lee put on the photo goggles melt in head and saw the guide now blond with brown eyes slender and tilted forward. He moved in for a close-up of the boy's flank and took his shirt off followed the pants down, circled the pubic hair forest in slow autogyros, zeroed in for the first stirrings of tumescence, swooping from the stiffening blood tube to the boy's face, sucking eyes with neon proboscis, licking testicles and rectum. The goggles and antennae fade in smoke and slow street-eyes swim up from grey dust and funeral urns, and in his sleep naked blue movies slow motion.
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