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Haibun Selections
Paul T. Conneally, Editor
Loughborough, UK
Lust for Life
i had to have him. instead i told him i had to have some gum. chicklets. an
unthreatening brand. i told him to buy me three packs. then i emptied them in my
mouth and chewed like crazy. my father once told me that you can't sound overly
bright chewing a wad of gum. the guy took me to an absurdly expensive bar and
spoke of bakhtin and habermas to his reflection. it was a gorgeous one. i
pretended not to get it.
smoke and mirrors --
in the velvet of night
i will be your stranger
i told him i didn't care about his
mind. that i wasn't overly bright. i chewed more gum. i drank more booze. he
ripped off his shirt outside the bar. i marvelled at his build. my dead father
shook his head half in amusement and half in disbelief. this guy had a great
bike. once in his mirrored lift, he pushed me up against a side and i caught the
infinity of his back.
wild gardenia scent --
his blood from my trans-siberian
red nails drips
the loft was all bed as he pulled
me down and the last i can recall before wanting eternity and us to collide and
grasping his long blond hair and gasping for breath was Iggy Pop crooning
"Lust for Life" through a Wilson WATT Puppy*.
stars holding time still --
spaces of silence crushed
in the sheets
afterwards, i lift his sleeping
leg from across my belly and the whole room moves in one sweeping mirrored
reflection. luckily the guy's prowess equals his insanity. i slip into my
leather boots and jacket and out to the street to hail a taxi.
the sun
has drained the sky pale blue --
a fresh bruise darkens.
*Wilson
WATT Puppy - an astronomically costly loudspeaker system.
