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I
enjoy
visiting
exotic places
on
your body
and
sending postcards
to
myself
saying
"wish
you were here"
(c) Terrell Neuage (Adsit
pre-August-1981) ~ Adelaide South Australia 1996
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3.
Where my kisses meet
my dreams
4.
Pick a dream and
stay awake in it
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I
was staying at a camping ground a
few
moments out of Hilo
when
first I saw her running toward
me
Then
in kisses and embraces she
enveloped
me
She
had some white slip thing on that
girls
in
the '60s wore
and
of course bells, beads and scent of sandalwood and
patchouli
oil.
Then
she kissed my feet and said she had waited
all
her life for me.
I
couldn't wait another moment to have her
and
did in a cloud of frankincense and myrrh.
She
said I was surrounded in white light
as
she lit up some Maui-wowie and took more psilocybin
She
even dubbed me Saint Terrell
and
for decades later she addressed me that way...
Now
the world seems so different from
those
magical days in Hawaii 25 years ago
Now
no one calls me Saint Terrell:
Not
me kids
me
friends
tax
office
neighbours
nor
the ex-thingie (who writes me 'dear shithead')
Chialeah
visited me in New Orleans and Los Angles
in
the '70s and rambled on about other lives
realms,
bodies (the one she had now was enough for me),
dimensions
It
was all peu de chose to me
Her
body and responses throughout the nights-days-weeks...
was
enough for every life, dimension, body...
She
wanted my soul
I
just wanted more of her body (the physical one she had
with
her
then)
an
equal trade in any man's book (eternity for a good fuck).
I
have no idea where in the world she is
if
at all she is on this planet
or
whether in fact she now has my soul
(I've
sold, traded and given it away so often ~ whom ever ends
up
with it is a loser for sure)
Maybe
her daughters whose father(s)
could
have been any number of us saints
are
here still (as my dreams reveal)
But
every once in awhile
when
the day gets to me just a bit too much
I
remember her
whispering
'Saint
Terrell'
and
my satisfied body and I escape smiling
one
more time.
(c)
Saint Terrell Neuage (Adsit - alias Brother Arthur) Victor Harbor South
Australia 1993.
As
far as I could imagine
was
never far enough
to
place me here.
I
was prospecting in a small town up north
(Papunyu in the Northern
Territory)
The
circus had left a small tent behind.
I
peeked inside, looking for adventure.
There
was a gypsy sitting naked in front
of
a crystal ball she was fondling.
She
had my portrait tattooed on her breasts...
it
was impossible not to notice - even for a man.
She
said my future was mapped in my hands
would
I put them on my portraits
to
know.
I
remembered her from some distant shore
(when
we were children it was her dolls
I
had sacrificed to Aphrodite
during
mass and she never forgave)
I
didn't want my future told
I
knew where all the doors were
AND
THAT IS ALL ONE NEEDS TO KNOW TO GET OUT
As
I left the tent
I
felt Chiron's hot laughter behind me
and
turned just in time to watch the tent
disappear
into the screaming mist
Before
long I did forget it all
until
tonight when my concupiscent concubines
came
home and said a gypsy was looking for me
to
tell my future
she
was no longer smiling.
Now
I know it is my end because I sacrificed
to
the wrong god so long ago
like
all men do to bring about their end
Storiette
#7 4-17-94 Victor Harbor SA
That
rusted moment
too
long in the rain
No
shelter could be found to save it for now
When
she said good-bye
I
thought she was just going
to
the afternoon's feminist rally
I
even baked you some tofu cookies
('sorry
the bottoms were burnt')
and
ironed your culottes
('excuse
the hole dear, I'm just a man')
But
there was baseball on the television all that day - and football to
follow
Of
course no real man would join them
The
beer was cold, the guys were over
the
ladies were paid for...
How
was I to know that their rally
was
opposed to men taking a bite of life?
And
that she would never return
Now
I think of her and the '60s
the
rallies, concerts, beliefs, rebellions
and
our explosive experimental youth.
And
those rusted moments
left
too long out in the rain.
4-15-94
Victor Harbor SA
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