Tuesday, December 16, 2003
It didn’t go as I’d expected. Dr. Spinach didn’t like the plan, so she separated us classwise. Hairy Lou was moved downstairs and I was passed assignments under the janitor closet door. My pen has a torch on it for write sight. I didn’t see her for four days. The closet has a sign that says “Matty’s Place”. It is pink with gold writing and glitter. Petrol Alan made it. There is glitter on the back of his head. It has been there for three days and no-one notices because his head always shines like that, but with mine torch pen I can see the new-glint of the specky jewels. On the fifth day I was food-wheeled and left with a milk carton in my top pocket and a suckstraw for delivery mouth-to. I didn’t see Hairy Lou, then felt the crotch bag tug and she was table neath, nodding. I slid plopped and whispered, her palm still crotchy. Dr. Spinach had hidden all the scissors, because of my “propensity for self harm”, her words. So I used a spork and some milk. We pant stuffed hair to hide it, pocketed and assed the wiry black and she point bled and was scaly and red. When the hair was gone she looked nothing like her and I wept and indexed the poke gap in mine face. Lou washed in alphabetti spaghetti and when the blood and scale was gone, I milk squirted her rinsey and I saw her face. Lou left first and I piss pooled mine chair seat and excused mine presence. We met at the house.
Sneaky Matty Captain and Loutenant, we crawled and crept, rolled and sidled. The door crack was inchy and mom was face down in the Bruised Girl’s patch, jigglepoking. Lou touched mine shoulder. She closed the door as Mom swapped and we continued. In my brother’s room there are pictures of tits and ass, he says, but inside I see only army men, half bare and guns. Lou touched the walls.
“So that’s why they fuck in your room” she said, her hand panted.
We bed rolled and I called her name, HER name between tonguings and Lou knew the score. Finger upfelt, palm jostling and filthy nose rubbing uh uh. He would find me with her, with 24 Hours and SHE would be blamed. She would be unhimmed and I would have love. When the door opened she was with him and when I came she said it was cute. Hairy Lou said Hi, my name’s Lou. I’m smooth. They laughed and Mom arrived naked and dripping, the shower was running and the Bruised Girl sang. Mom held my brother’s hand and they pointed at Matty’s new girlfriend with the shaving rash. Before I turned away I saw my 24 Hours staring at the walls, at Mom, at my brother. She was crying and shaking her head. I covered us in his camouflage blanket and we disappeared, me and Lou, away from them. Lou lipped mine cheek and it dried and stung. She was soft after all.
Sneaky Matty Captain and Loutenant, we crawled and crept, rolled and sidled. The door crack was inchy and mom was face down in the Bruised Girl’s patch, jigglepoking. Lou touched mine shoulder. She closed the door as Mom swapped and we continued. In my brother’s room there are pictures of tits and ass, he says, but inside I see only army men, half bare and guns. Lou touched the walls.
“So that’s why they fuck in your room” she said, her hand panted.
We bed rolled and I called her name, HER name between tonguings and Lou knew the score. Finger upfelt, palm jostling and filthy nose rubbing uh uh. He would find me with her, with 24 Hours and SHE would be blamed. She would be unhimmed and I would have love. When the door opened she was with him and when I came she said it was cute. Hairy Lou said Hi, my name’s Lou. I’m smooth. They laughed and Mom arrived naked and dripping, the shower was running and the Bruised Girl sang. Mom held my brother’s hand and they pointed at Matty’s new girlfriend with the shaving rash. Before I turned away I saw my 24 Hours staring at the walls, at Mom, at my brother. She was crying and shaking her head. I covered us in his camouflage blanket and we disappeared, me and Lou, away from them. Lou lipped mine cheek and it dried and stung. She was soft after all.
Monday, December 08, 2003
With nurse hand cleaning the filthy bunker and Mom face-wiping dry the bruised girl, both sobbing oh Matty no, I bad-touched myself and panted for love. I was brownshirted from ass-stain spurtings up-back and nurse rubber gloved the Matty-made skin-cake. I was gurning mine face purple squashy, spittle dripping the pillow bitten raw and cock bashing my rubber tubing, flakey with friction burns, back-arch flipping fishy. HAROO Matty, Matty one leg, uh uhn hnnn hnnnn HNNNNN and oily white jet forth oh Matty, Matty NO NO, Mom-face away and bruised girl weeping mascara stained, I AM THE HOSPITAL PORNO PIRATE! I BROWN MINE SHIRT AND BAD TOUCH THE PLACE! BEHOLD THE STAIN OF MATTY! BEHOLD AND…
…she walked in. Mine eyeballs fell silent sideward and I covered the exposed region. She coughed a giggle and my brother elbowed her, spitting his laughs through the teeth I crack in mine dream and the nurse sponged. She left the flowers and the orderlies needled me.
But that was last week!
I am karefree’d again, home bound and feeling chipper and Mom is close to the bruised girl on the couch. They cross legs and throw popcorn at eachother, yipping like puppies. Foot’s face-blood is covered by a throw and they roll on it tickling their ribs. I watch and my spring is pelvic jutted. Dr. Spinach arrives as they floor-roll yukking and Mom’s left one falls out and I lose my dignity and composure in-pant. My chin fops chest-to as the dark grey wet-point expands on mine low-person but I quickly recover and re-bone from the memory. We leave, chair plopped and wheeled. I twang the knee bolt and sing:
OH Matty Matty it's a wild world
la la la la la la la la
Dr. Spinach wheels me to the van harumphing and after my song I tell her my plan.
…she walked in. Mine eyeballs fell silent sideward and I covered the exposed region. She coughed a giggle and my brother elbowed her, spitting his laughs through the teeth I crack in mine dream and the nurse sponged. She left the flowers and the orderlies needled me.
But that was last week!
I am karefree’d again, home bound and feeling chipper and Mom is close to the bruised girl on the couch. They cross legs and throw popcorn at eachother, yipping like puppies. Foot’s face-blood is covered by a throw and they roll on it tickling their ribs. I watch and my spring is pelvic jutted. Dr. Spinach arrives as they floor-roll yukking and Mom’s left one falls out and I lose my dignity and composure in-pant. My chin fops chest-to as the dark grey wet-point expands on mine low-person but I quickly recover and re-bone from the memory. We leave, chair plopped and wheeled. I twang the knee bolt and sing:
OH Matty Matty it's a wild world
la la la la la la la la
Dr. Spinach wheels me to the van harumphing and after my song I tell her my plan.
Between the headaches I can see. I am Matthew. I wish I was dead
