Hedra, heres some old s**t...

 

 

 

 

THREE DAYS BACK & ONE NIGHT IN-

 

Three days back in Ontario and I find myself in a tiny Polish community center, watching the Dayglo Abortions singing about shoving hamsters up their asses and drinking cheap, warm draft from a plastic cup. Punks with dirty Mohawks slam into each other, trying all the time not to get too close to the violently stomping skinheads with heavy boots and sneering faces. I slam back the warm end of my brew and go to get another. On my way to the bar, I notice Tara. "Holy s**t," I say to myself. It's been a long time since I've seen her. She moved to Toronto years ago, and I had moved to Vancouver, and now here we were, both of us at the same s****y punk show in Niagara Falls. And damn! She looks hot! Her red pleated tartan skirt bares two smooth, milky white legs and hugs her round a*s like a cupped hand, and she is wearing a tight, faded black tee, her tits enormous and claiming their own stake in life. I often wondered how that tiny, tight body held up those massive globes of flesh. It was like they weren't even attached to her, just hovered next to her chest like orbiting planets. My palms began to itch at the thought of walking up behind her, grabbing those fleshy mounds as I grind into that a*s, bend her over and slip off her panties and dig my face into that succulent wet p***y...hmmmmmm. 
            "Hey, Jay!" I know that voice anywhere, sexy and almost irritatingly high at the same time. "Hey, Tara." I reply coolly, "How ya been? It's been awhile, eh?" She gets on her tiptoes, wraps her arms around me. I feel her breasts squished against my chest, feeling strangely comforting. But not too cozy where I don't feel like reaching a hand up her skirt and grabbing her a*s. My c**k twitches in my pants, seeking its own comfort.
My hardening is interrupted by another voice. A male voice.                                                  
            "Hey, you must be Jay. My name is Sam." He thrusts his hand out for a shake. It looks more like a chastity belt, but I let go of Tara and give it an up down anyway. I make a mental note that his hand feels limp and clammy, and his smile looks as false as a mime peeling a banana. "I'm Tara's husband." The words ooze from him like liquid weasels with zits and obsessions with Dungeons and Dragons. Married? Just thinking of their honeymoon makes my dick shrivel as if I just jumped into glacial waters and then proceeded to insert parasites into my urethra. But then I glance back at Tara, who is smiling guiltily with plump red lips and gnarly teeth that remind me of Patricia Arquette. Married? Hmmm, something’s stirring down there again. This is definitely something new.
            I must have been drooling like a bulldog surrounded by poodles because Sam gives the ol 'ahem' and begins to prattle on about small unimportant s**t in a desperate effort to keep me from talking to my old girlfriend, and his new wife. I can't stay focused on his drone, and I'm just nodding my head and smiling wherever it seems appropriate. When I can't take anymore I turn to Tara, tell her it was good to see her, slip in that my number is still the same, and then congratulate them both before heading to the bar.
            After the show I'm sitting at home ruing the fact that the little punk chick I was hitting on, though receptive, declined to come home with me. What with seeing Tara again, and getting so close to a tattooed little vixen with a Mohawk, and being denied both times my balls were so big and aching it was hard to get comfortable. I was just about to pull it out for a tug when the phone rang.
            "Hello." I said Irritably, zipping back up.
"Uh, hello. Jay?" I smiled hearing Tara's voice on the other end. I almost wanted to unzip again.
We shot the s**t about the old times, and all the fun we used to have before getting into what we had been up to lately.
            "Sooo, you're married! How’s that going for you?" Tara hems and haws on the other end, sighs then proceeds to tell me how horrible it is, and how they had only been going out for a few years, and in the last year he has never gone down on her or even given her some tongue when they kiss! "He says he is a germaphobe."
I can't believe what I'm hearing. I tell her that a guys gotta be crazy not to want to shoves his whole head up that delicious snatch, then stick his tongue so far down her throat it tickles her a*s.
She giggles, then sighs again. "You know? I always regretted that I never fucked you..."
"Why don't you come over?" I say it nonchalantly, but we both knew what I really meant. The phone is quiet for a second. Just a second. "I'll be right over." I can hear the excitement in her voice and my heart starts to beat a mile a minute. It's still racing when fifteen minutes later I see her headlights pull up to my curb. I get a sudden idea and rush out the door before she gets out of her car. I jump in the passenger side door, startling her with a big ferocious smile.
            "Hi." I say cheerfully, still grinning like a maniac. This was dangerously fun. She blushes and looks at me shyly, and I can't help but be turned on even more. I move in close, placing a hand on the back of her neck and slide my tongue in her mouth. She instantly changes. Becoming ecstatic and passioned. She moans low and fierce, pressing herself against me. I can feel the weight of her tits on my chest and I want to tear her shirt off right there. Images of her husband obsessively cleaning his hands and brushing his teeth pop up into my mind. I imagine he is watching me do all the things he is afraid to do himself. Then I pull away. "Let’s go to the beach." I say, almost breathless. She snarls like an animal in heat and floors it.                                                                 As she drives I begin kissing her neck, watching her eyes half-lidded and far away, excited by the danger of driving fast and almost blind. I pop open her jeans, slowly pull down the zipper. I lick my fingers and slide them into her dripping p***y using a come hither motion. She moans and slides into her seat when I begin to play with her c**t. Her breath moving faster and faster as she gets nearer to coming. Her voice rattles as she begins to squawk and buck.
            "Uh Uh Uh Uh Uhhhhhhhnnnnnn...." She grips the steering wheel with white knuckles, while I bite the back of her neck. We roll onto the pier and come to a stop. She lets go of the steering wheel; I turn her to face me, laying her back as I lift her pants off then dive into the moist heat. I lap her up like a dying horse until she writhes uncontrollably and cums.
            She lies back breathlessly for a moment, looking at me with a tired, satisfied grin. She then sits up and takes off her shirt, her tits falling out like thundering boulders down a hill. "Your turn." she whispers. Soon my c**k is out and she has it between her breasts, licking the head every time I thrust upwards until I can't take it any more and I grab the back of her head and shove my throbbing dick in her mouth. I pound myself into her, feeling her wet tongue swirling spastically, and getting more and more turned on every time I hear her start to choke. She gasps as I pull out.
            "Get on your knees." I command. I slide into her slowly, my hands grabbing and playing with her a*s. It looks so perfect and round. I pull her cheeks open as I thrust harder, and spit onto her a*****e, rubbing it in with my thumb. My other hand reaches around and plays with her c**t and we both begin to writhe and buck, totally enveloped and wanting to f**k the other to pieces until we both groan and screech, every muscle in our bodies flexed and strained. I pull out just in time to shoot a thick, warm stream of cum across her a*s, up her back, and into her hair.
            After we get dressed, she lies in my arms, the sound of the waves crashing against the beach and a light rain hitting the windshield...

 

 

 

AFTERNOON SEX-

The warmth of the sun
filtered through the screen
of my bedroom window
as I slid my dick into her hot p***y
and wrapped my hands around her hips
pulling them in as I pounded against her a*s.

Sweat poured off my face
a drop hanging precariously from my nose
before dropping onto her slick tanned back
and mixing with her own
glistening like the moistness of her pink c**t
and arching her back as her head howls at the ceiling.

I grit my teeth and bit my lip
hoping the pain would prolong the ecstasy
of being deep inside her
of feeling completely enveloped
by the satiny grip of animal thrusting.

She moans and squeaks
the soles of her feet contracting
as I rub a wet thumb on her a*****e
that makes her shiver uncontrollably
I feel her p***y contract tightly then release
as she cums with a long screech.

I begin to pump with ferocity
feeling the cum rush from my balls
up the shaft of my hard throbbing c**k
pulling out just in time
the cum shooting up her back and into her hair
and then we do another line.

 

 

SHORES OF EVENING-

The tide rolled onto the shore
lapping frothy gums
against glittering grains of sand
then slurping them away
into the dark lake waters.

We rolled our torn and filthy jeans
over our knees and bare feet
splashing along as we sip warm beer
and languidly smoke cigarettes
smiling stupidly and content.

The round luminous moon
splitting the night
like a portal to freedom
churning our minds
like the waves pushing and pulling
against our bare legs
as if it is wrought with madness
to pull us into it's depths hungrily.
I turned to see her smiling face,
and I knew exactly how those waters felt.

 

GREYHOUND ENLIGHTENMENT-

For me,
the best part of being anywhere is the leaving.

What greater satisfaction can there be than
quitting a tiresome job
stepping onto an idling greyhound
and sinking into those cushioned seats
with the full awareness of life streaming back
and no mental obstructions to cloud it's immensity.

The motor kicks into gear
then rolls across the blacktop to new adventures...
new friends...
new lives and new loves.

The air is always so different
in a new city or town
it's as ripe and soft as a peach
so sweet and succulent
it's scent reeling me back in nostalgic dreams
opiate memories
bursting in technicolour splashes
then rolling across my skin like beads of water
lifting this conscious being,
that we fail to call spirit!
Into a palpable
ethereal ocean of all that is and will be.

So simple a task
to leave all behind
to gain all that is needed and desired
in our true thoughts and selves.

IN THE ARMS OF NOCTURNA-

Laying with my back against a log
underneath a giant weeping willow
on a tiny island surrounded by a pond
full of belching bull frogs.

I sip beers with the lonesome moon
the branches in the fire cracking
and spitting venomous orange/blue flames
that dance and lick the air
like hypnotic whirling dervishes.

My lids droop down to my dusty jeans
stained with blood from the duck
once squawking in the waters
now sustaining my existence
with its tender flesh.

The wind blows
making the flames strain
like reaching fingers
grasping against the eternal struggle
the trees moaning for the funeral pyre
reaching to the stars with outstretched limbs
petrified with yearning.

Another warm wind
breezes across my tired soul
lifts me from the cold hard earth
then gently lowers me to sleep.

 

RUDE AWAKENING-

My dreams reeled back
like a film on rewind
and shrunk into black
before the white light of reality
spread out like a nuclear explosion.

Her hand was gripped around my stiff c**k
pumping it slowly
her breath a low husky heat on my chest
as her other hand scratches at her itch.

When she brings it out to moisten with spit
her lidded eyes meet mine
and she giggles like an evil vixen.

I stick my thumb and forefinger in my mouth
then begin twisting a hardening brownish red n****e
her back immediately arching
her a*s cheeks tightening
and a squeak like she'd been stepped on
gets caught in her throat.

She grabs my c**k even harder
the head becoming a bloated dark purple
and the veins throbbing rhythmically
my head spinning from loss of blood.

"I'm a bad girl." she coo's instinctively.
I spit on her left tit
smearing it around
then rub and slap my c**k on her n****e.

"You're a very bad girl. You need to be punished."

"Yeesss," she squeals. "I have to do whatever you want.
I have to ride your hard c**k."

she mounts herself over me
putting the head in her p***y
its tight...
I feel like I'm trying to shove a mushroom
into a beer bottle.

But it wets up nice after some more grinding
and dirty talk about how much of a bad girl she is
and how this is for her own good.

I flick at her n****e
like a hungry snake
as she grinds and bobs
one finger halfway in her a*s.

"I need it from behind, baby."

she leans over while I roll around
mounting her from behind
one leg wrapped around hers
so that I am slightly sideways
my curved c**k massaging her G spot.

After she cums she begs me to cum on her a*s
I pound away
faster and harder
my hands wrapped around her hips
pulling her in brutally
after each animalistic thrust.

When I am about to cum
I spread her a*s cheeks with one hand
and pull out with the other
jerking off until I send a thick glob
of warm sperm onto her tight
wrinkled a*****e.

She lies down on her stomach
breathes a sigh of release
while I wipe the cum from her a*s
with a T-shirt
my brain dazed and far away
glad for the rude awakening.

 

THE PAST ILLUMINED.

 

The edge of the world dropped off

In atavistic time.

Its steep, jagged precipice

Gleaming with violent intimidation

Sharp and bloody from past enlightenments.

 

The smeared and splattered gray matter

Covering cold indifferent boulders

So far below

And so dark…

 

My legs move toward the edge

Of their own accord.

Thoughts rumbling through my head

Like a freight train

Wrought with steely madness

About to explode off the track

In a shower of fire and sparks.

 

I shoot out into the salty air

Breathing melancholy as I soar downwards

At a time piercing velocity

Cracking my skull,

Once again,

On the unforgiving rocks.

 

A warm peacefulness courses through my body

My vision more aware than ever before.

WELCOME BACK.

 

The next evening I am shaking from the previous days drinking.

 

Alex, back from Prague, fading slowly with each slug of beer into a stained couch.

 

I ramble, incoherent and lost in my own warped reality

Exhaling green smoke in plumes of distorted drooling nonsense

Dripping to a bleary consciousness

Melting sluggish on a bar stool, shoulders sunken

The greasy food unable to deter another blackout.

 

I fall into the depths

Running on auto-pilot I find myself in a strange kitchen

Scratching a black poodle enthusiastically behind the ears while two disinterested women realize my faulty wiring.

 

Cut and piece the puzzle

A cold freezes brittle bones.

 

I find myself at her door

A well of loneliness attacks my aching soul to be near her again.

 

But, I can only pass out on her couch

Holding a pipe in a limp hand

Ashes rising from the bowl in a tornado

Smearing like coal-dust as she places a blanket over my misery.

 

 

FREEING THE DEMONS.

 

Sirens wail like spoiled children

Fever race to slap wrists with cold cuffs

As my c**k explodes with a white heat

My vision rolled back

Like a lightning flash in slow motion.

 

A pink gyrating pixelation

Is the cause of it all

A fleshy aspirin to cure the red-hot fever

As wino’s puke in drunk tanks

Junkies shoot s**t and squawk the ghetto

Teenage girls puke in sparkling white toilets

Thinking of their leathery mothers

Stern and as sharp as a snakes tongue

Their volatile words sting the venom of their ire into unwary victims.

 

So,

Play the flute good boys

But what matters all this anyhow?

 

Not much is my guess

Not when the head is light

And the demons set free in fiery bliss.

 

 

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY BUT CAME BACK.

 

The moon shone through the windshield

As she mounted my hard c**k

A grating moan rumbling in her throat like a purring kitten when she reaches the hilt.

I imagined that she would have that same look of pained ecstasy if I were to stab her in the stomach with a knife.

She slid up and down my shaft

Slowly and determinedly

Concentrating on the feeling of its presence inside her,

Her mouth parted slightly

Blood red lips forming a gentle ‘O’

Making me wish I had two c***s.

Shaking her hips and grinding down harder

She begins to pick up the pace

That low moan turning into a humming crescendo

Until she is bouncing away

Oblivious to the world around us.

I want to see and feel every satiny drape of her Pink

Pale

Skin

Sucking her tits as the bump into my face

Parting two globous cheeks and fingering her a*****e.

She’s screeching like a hawk now

And I have to stifle a laugh

It sounds like I’m f*****g Fran Drescher

But it doesn’t stop me from shooting a hot load into her quivering sucking p***y.

When she pulls up to my house I get out

And before I leave

She smiles wickedly and says the cum is running down her legs.

I feel like asking her to come in

I’m getting hard again

But she has to get back to her husband.

 

LIKE WOLVES WE ROAM THE NIGHT.

 

I took another handful of white crosses

Washing them down with warm beer

It was getting harder to keep the high up

And I needed more and more to get the heart racing

That handful did it

My body vibrated like a nuclear reactor about to explode

Sending me bolting down the deserted road in a flash of unrestrained energy

My friends laughed and hooted behind me

Before they too flung themselves into the warm summer winds

Flitting and swirling on the outer edges of reality

Our minds trying to reach the freedom our bodies could not attain

In the cemetery we nestled into a dark corner under a tree

Passing around bottles of wine and beer

Keeping company with the souls of the dead

Some of the pack raced about the tombstones on acid

Seeing the life that existed there that most chose to ignore

Others snuck deeper into the woods to f**k in the leaves

I sat next to Wendy with aching balls until she pulled me towards her and greedily sucked on my lips

My hand running up her bare lithe leg

Going underneath her shorts to feel the curve of her a*s

Then someone screams “cops!”

Flashlights rudely piercing the comfortable dark

Followed by the crunch of heavy boots

I see the excitement swell in Wendy’s big chestnut eyes

Before we are separated by a laughing desperate flee into the woods

HARI KRISNA SUNSHINE.

 

The sun shines hot on the back of my neck,
as I stroll quickly towards the frosted glass door of work.

I pass by the Hari Krishna's,
And smile as two hippy girls
Twirl and bounce
To the rhythm of the Djembe
And the brightly coloured
Meditative chant of orange-robed men.

My heart sings along,
"Hari! Hari Hari Krishna, Krishna Krishna Hari Hari!"

I sit smiling on the dirty stairwell,
Weary in dirty clothes,
and feeling the joy and sadness of existence,
Pouring out of me in waves.

The drum beat racing faster
Speeding the rhythm of my heart into primal urges,
Of jump-for-joy ecstasy.

ILLUMINE.

 

Lanterns illuminated my soul
in tribal wanderings of Trout lake
while drums sounded the heartbeat of humankind
setting body's in motion with ancient dances.

Fires blazed in torchlight enlightenments
setting the mind in an atavistic gaze
to lap in primal visions of inherent past
that permeates our being to the core.

Sitting in the fragrant dewy grass
watching the poetic twists of painted figures
with sword and stick in hand
destroy the fears of dragons
that are merely darkened fears.

I feel the softness of your hand
and the energy of a palpable air
both drifting into my center
and setting me free.

A LOOK AT LIFE.

 

The sand slowed my pace

Like the universe held me by the shoulders

Said slow down and look

Be aware

 

To inhale the odors of decaying fish

The sweet smell of seaweed

Intermingled with thick moist lake air

Feel it surround me

 

The wind swoops down from the heavens

Carrying with it the current of life

In this instant I am more awake than ever before

Wholly consumed in all that is

THUNDER REACHING ENERGY.

 

I listen to the drops of rain

Gently smack the windowpane

Rolling to the sill

Thunder bouncing through the clouds

Lightning illuminating a feeling of peace

 

The air is silent

The streets almost entirely black

Only a few playful shadows

And an outline of houses

Yet more intriguing than a city full of lights

 

I can breathe in the energy of a universe

Exhale its power

The static electricity

Running pins and needles through my lips

Flowing out back from where it came

FULL.

 

The sun melted the black top

And burned into my thoughts

With an oppressive hand

 

Two hours had passed

Since I first set out

Down this lonely country road

 

The solitude and chirping crickets

Were starting to wind my thoughts

Shooting them out like a cyclone

 

Dragging my legs

Passed sagging porches

Passed burnt out old cars

 

Dragging my entire being

Passed field after field

Passed packs of roaming dogs

 

Realizing that this nothingness

Is full

 

The birds

The barking

The wind breaking tree branches

The sweet scent of grass

The buzz of mosquitoes

The wind shaking the fields of hay

The perpetual clack of crickets

The dirt roads littered with grasshoppers

The ripple of creek water

 

The universe melting and soaring

Living and dying all around

All through me

 

This nothingness

Is full

 

I am full

 

JUNKYARD SEDATE.

 

Stacks of pornographic magazines

Litter the shell of a broken down van

Decaying in the humid air

Of a small town junk-yard

 

Young boys flip through

Crusted yellow pages

Staring at things they don’t yet know

But will soon

 

The cigarette smoke

Has yet to corrode their lungs

And the warm cans of beer

Induce power they’ve never known

 

The sun will set

Burning up the farmer’s field as it does

The air stays humid

And the memory is already fading

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

put them into the anthology in the actual line up today be getting back to you soon on final edits;) youre sooooo one of my faves mr crane;)

[Hedra Helix]

yay! read them all, and I think they're in there and if not there's plenty of jewels to choose from, and that story;) heh heh heh, mmm yes. I'll get back to you next week when im formulating the anthology about which ones;) Also I have a bookstore. built in. want to feature blackouts?