Thirteen hours in and Manuel, Lazo, and I are sick…
So many I hear their sighs and whimpers in junk kick and junk orgasm half hard on rubbing along the smooth wooden edge of a precinct cell and a drunken snarl “What are you doing?”
And I look at him with metabolic hate, drawing myself away…
“Leave me the fuck alone will you?”
And he knocked me into a corner, blood running out of my mouth and I wouldn’t look at him…now he is shaking the bars and screaming “Let me out of here!” … I mean for the Jail House Pest Dept…. and an old red-haired junky came over and sat beside me with a handkerchief and a cup of water and washed off my face with gentle larcenous old woman fingers…
And I gave them all a sleepy benediction…and snuggled down into my junk and went on the nod…
So many I hear their sighs and whimpers in junk kick and junk orgasm half hard on rubbing along the smooth wooden edge of a precinct cell and a drunken snarl “What are you doing?”
And I look at him with metabolic hate, drawing myself away…
“Leave me the fuck alone will you?”
And he knocked me into a corner, blood running out of my mouth and I wouldn’t look at him…now he is shaking the bars and screaming “Let me out of here!” … I mean for the Jail House Pest Dept…. and an old red-haired junky came over and sat beside me with a handkerchief and a cup of water and washed off my face with gentle larcenous old woman fingers…
And I gave them all a sleepy benediction…and snuggled down into my junk and went on the nod…
2 comments:
tragic and worthy, those dark urin smelling cells are really the gateway to hell.
So what about my Real de Catorce proposal?
Did you get a Bic-Pen jail tat as a souvenir?
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