Did I ever tell you guys about the night I wanted to and tried to die like Jim Morrison? I'd been drinking whiskey all night, writing poetry at the bar while my friends kept dragging vacationing trollops over to our table. These 2 girls were particularly interested in me and my writing, they wanted to be writers too, were even in college for it(which I told them you don't go to college to learn to write, you go to a bar to learn to write, college only teaches you where to punctuate, or what a prepositional phrase is or how not to write like your professor because he most likely never found his voice so he fell back on teaching). Anyhow I managed to keep these 2 dazzled long enough with flowery words of seduction, and an adlibbed offshoot of Jimi Hendrix's Rainbow Bridge drunken fable about Peoclatra, er um Cleopatra, what.....and the naughty Asp that bit her ass, the ladies of the night with mattresses strapped to their backs and trickled in some of my own fairy tail elements. This locked them in. After the bar closed we all went to the pier to smoke some bowls and finish off some fifth's......some how we ended up swimming in our underwear, the girls topless. After that we walked around, me in my boxers waiting for them to dry....my other friends ditched us to go to the hotel with some girls they'd met....it was just me, my 2 admirers and 2 of my strikeout friends barely hanging on to consciousness, the girls suggested we head back to their hotel room. So we get their, my 2 buds fallout in the patio chairs, I'm alone with 2 college girls drunk and smitten so I fooled around, hand up ones sarong, petting her slippery oyster while the other one unbuttoned the front of my boxers and pulled out the electric eel.....a bj led to bonified boning and then some post-coital petting then they were out and I was wide awake thinking I could die now having been with 2 girls at once......I then had to piss so I got up, walked to the bathroom and took a leak when I noticed the flaky white dried up ectoplasm of sex all in my crotch, on the shaft, the head even the hairs.....I decided a bath was better, lay back, write down some shit and get clean all at once. So I ran the bath, went and got my pen and spiral notebook, plus my headphones with discman playing Strange Days on repeat....last thing I remember was writing about crawling to the edge of the abyss, and tossing the shackles of childhood and my fathers pride over the horizon....the sound in my ears------
"When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant ......"
trailed off into a cold wasteland, I felt stinging pains down my spine it was so cold....my legs were numbed, I was dying and the light was growing brighter not dimmer as I imagined it would in death.....then a flash of sound awoke me, a sound that not only vibrated my eardrums, but sent a spark to my eyes. I flung open my eyelids and it was golden all over, a mopish angel sat staring at me with pain in her eyes, pain that said "Ohh what a night!" suddenly I realized I was in the bathtub, naked dick shriveled but somehow the water was gone and a towel covered my midsection...the angel, one of my admirers and concubines of mere 2 hours earlier, extends her hand to mine and pulls me out of the tub to drag me back to the bed asking why I fell asleep in the tub...I told her I thought I was Jim Morrison and this was my time to go. I crawl in between the warm covers, middle of my spine and ass cheeks still wet....my guardian angel wraps her arm across my belly, buries her head into my chest......we fall asleep under the sparkling dawn......we'll sleep until noon, wake and bake then grab breakfast downstairs along with a little mange o' the dog....but for now we dream all together, a communion of young souls, subconscious minds intertwined in the REM spun vibrational ether....waves of dreamcasts rolling off of our lidded eyes.....
For a couple years I corresponded the old-fashioned way with these 2 girls, they even sent me a new journal since I'd dipped the bottom part of my other notebook in the bathwater, I called it my Cosmic Erotic Book, it had stars and moons of gold and deep blue on the cover, inside they'd written a letter of inspiration...I still have it somewhere have filled with poems....
Good Lord!
