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A thunder blast accompanied by lightening emanating from a dark
cloud inside eyes were his wife's penetrating words.
"What are you doing? That's your flesh and blood! What are
you doing animal - visitor of sheep pens? Farmer that you should
have been while eating mangoes!"
Tina laughed at her mother's joke.
He peed out of his nose and defecated from his mouth as he stammered
looking as awkward as the fearless American Mohawk Indian had
when falling from the thirtieth floor from the building, where
King Kong died attempting to save mankind from its inner weapons
of self-destruction, while working just forty feet away from him
that very day when the sky was overcast.
"What? What? The body falling from the sky? That was only
a damn accident! Accidents happen you know!"
The thunder and lightening continued forcing him to slam his glass
to the floor to shatter into many pieces that became clouds resembling
phallic-shaped icebergs. He was holding onto one as a little girl
named Tina, beginning to show breasts with a "behind"
that was taking on a sensuous shape, took a seat way high up onto
his lap. She squirmed delicately; moving back and forth as she
reached for real or imaginary objects. He laughed trying very
hard to convince himself his daughter was only two years old but
all at once she was the fifteen year old girl he had touched at
supper. A Tina who was bestowed with the reputation of being the
"knockout" of the whole huge area once known, when Poe
married to his sister-cousin roamed the area trying to rid himself
of the demons tormenting him, as Fordham Village ... the father
had gone to get the fifteen year old Tina - holed up in an apartment
near Mount Carmel Church whose stairs had embraced the blood of
ten fascists after being shot out of their pretense of believing
in love died killed by machine gun bullets from those of a like
that would do in the dictator that wanted to bring back ancient
Rome in all its glory but without its belief in a human dignity
- with gun in hand to wrestle her back from a bum who would become
a future world's boxing champion and had carried her in his arms
like a baby all the way back home .... Then of a sudden, she became
older than he and without thinking he grabbed her ass as she at
the very same time was touching him; holding him in both her hands;
moving them like an elevator climbing to the sky. He wrestled
the girl-woman gently and lovingly to the concrete slab that was
glowing inside a deep purple heat the size of a large red-purple
flame ....
He always awoke from this recurring dream before he landed from
the fortieth floor.
He threw the empty bottle of wine to the floor creating more icebergs
before leaving to go for a few drinks down at the bar next to
the house that Ruth built; deciding he would spend a few days
with the pretty bar hostess and go to work from her place to live
in the sky of copulating clouds once again.
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