Functional Illitterature

Wannabe boss dogs

A whats in for me moment

A life of competetive cruelty

Unchained hate

What woke me was the sound of my dogs barking incessantlly. I figure one of the dogs had lost it, so I got out of bed, put on my pants, grabbed a flashlight, and went to the back door. All of my dogs are a little crazy but this racket was way out of line. I opened the door and started for the pens, this usually quieted them down for when the "boss dog" was coming, it either meant food, a taste of freedom, and if it was a real good day both, the barking just kept right on. As I approached the pens I could see all the dogs were tearing at the doors to their cages claws frantically trying to tear the cyclone fence that the cages were made of. I was getting more than just a little pissed, I had just worked a 15 hour day just got down to sleep and now this shit.

I remember

• I remember the smell of summer air, heavy with the rain, noticed just in time to run for cover. Tennessee thunderstorms made me so high.

• I remember I would run outside without a shirt with my hairless adolescent chest soaking wet and puffed out as lightning and thuder crashed and flashed around me.

• I remember I felt like I was a god.

• I remember the summer storms of lust, lust so strong I would cum if I moved right/wrong.

• I remember doing so, often.

• I remember the sound of hounds barking in the distance, one of my neighbors treeing a racoon.

• I remember catfish from the Cumberland River.

• I remember my Mom saying "you want to eat that fish then skin it yourself."

• I remember how timeless it felt, no thought of any-time but it's own lost "now."

• I remember when I lost that feeling of timelessness, it was when I joined the service.

• I remember that it was after my last plea to be rescued by my parents from basic training.

• I remember I cried for about five minutes and stopped.

• I remember I went in to the PX bought a six pack of beer, drank it, and walked back to the barracks.

• I dont remember crying so freely ever since.

• I remember that I was more than human once, I was young, innocent, and immortal. I go back to that summer place by walking the streets my heart's intense city and when I get there I play for an hour or two.

Intense City

Variations on themes from Trans and friends.
Her heart was burning and I watched the light,
felt and began to write.
Some of us commiserate
co-misery ate our fill
Some of us jumped in and burned along with her
I watched the light, felt and began to write

Hearts are sometimes filled so much that they are bursting with life; love, joy, hate, fear, hunger all individually or every one at once... filled so, those we encounter in our hearts intense city are lost and what else might get lost there, ourselves?
an intense city the heart, it never ever sleeps but it always smiles and always weeps.

what is the heart?
a fire bright
candy apple red
caress
of broken glass
and velvet

Touch Me! Feel Me!Love Me!Heal Me!
A verse from Tommy I think

This part is a response to a blogger "Cynthia"
There is in the heart an intense
city whose streets and sidewalks
are alive with inviting smiles and awash with the blood of joy and lust and love and raw raw passions. There is also the lament of lost loves and the broken parts of hearts scattered in the alleyways, those alleyways less lit by that warm side of the soul.
An intense city the heart :)