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FIREBALL
we cleansed the wound
bacardi rum
sulpher powder from an old ambulance kit
cheering you danced
dousing your arms those
slender strong hands
mottled with freckles
and I passed out
vomiting on the table
when you pushed and hauled
taut the fifth stitch
waking from dreams
that boathouse
the sunken Chriscraft
"Fucking wake up!!" you
slapped me hard your tits
swinging..threw up again
(Im no big fan of Morphine)
staggered against me
"Okay happy big guy"
give me kisses and sprayed
some veteranarian red antibiotic
on my wound..
"FUCK KRISSY"
thirty two stuck in the belt around
your svelte middle
How Happy you are
bloody smashing
"Comn ere you bloody Fireball!" i slur
my shoulder leaking still from the graze
"I sown you up my bitch" you scream!
the dubstep pounding
my head is spinning but Im not dead
the fuckers didnt get me
Not yet!!!
I could kiss you Krissy
My Lil' Fireball
Comments
Esker
Thu, 2012-01-26 22:41
fictionous
read many books about life
ambulance drivers stretcher bearers during the wars
ordinary people who lived the world
still to this day
fragments of their stories
like flipping through a radio
or channel surfing
land in the middle of something
lifes like this
so true and sometimes
the facts are indeed
more stranger then fiction
But this is fiction
I do remember though when the surgeon
was taking out the screw on my left
A/C joint with the screwdriver
"Look away please"
and I could hear it twisting out of the
bone..They froze it of course
and I wish I had of looked after all
these years...I kept that screw like I still
have the one missing upper front tooth
from my head. There really is a Krissy
but I dont think she would sew someone up
But then I dont know.....she is pretty
hardcore
Esker
Fri, 2012-01-27 13:07
maybe
you havent dragged your brother up a hill with a busted
leg from tobagganing AFTER you threw your tobagan
in front of him
they could have taken a turn but they didnt and hit
a tree
so....was it the two on board of me
im just haunted anyway
now his foot is one inch shorter
and he loves me
all the old photos
etc
ha ha ha
there are so many monkeys on my back
grrrr
Esker
Fri, 2012-01-27 21:43
stitchs itchs and the wonky realms
its a curved needle from leatherwork
there is a specific kind of stitch to
use also
basic hand sanitizer with alcohol is enough
the muliplication of bacteria in a nice
juicy land of oppurtunity is what one wants
to eliminate
Ive had gangrene in a leg wound from frostbite
was hospitalized for that
and then pnuemonia so bad I was laid out
flat transported and was pissing blood
massive migraine and throwing up
any place else left a few days more
and I would be dead
car crash that tore my shoulder
the door of the car was bent out
and huge from my body being thrown
about in the roll over at high speed
had I been ejected I would have been
dead
all part of the wonky realm
survival is not just of the fittest
but of those too odd circumstances
where there is indeed a higher order
watching over
in the meantime
Im still here
still writing dear reader
my exotic tales
of the extra
and ordinary
Geezer
Sun, 2012-01-29 09:01
Fact indeed...
is sometimes stranger than fiction, and I too have tales that I almost don't believe myself, about escaping with my life. [ Three car accidents and four motorcycle accidents] just to start! I guess there must be something to fate after all. I must still be here for a reason. ~ Gee
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Esker
Sun, 2012-01-29 10:05
For sure Geezer
nothing like life to give you character
nothing like character to give you life!!
we have survived my freind
to write yet another day,
(in the ordinary and harrowing
existance that has been bestowed
upon us as a gift for our chosing!)
and should we survive the gauntlet of life
and find our winter of our season
upon our good countenance in the looking
glass,then we have indeed surpassed a
grievous elimination of chance and fate
that has culled the herd of man and beast.
Esker
Wed, 2012-02-08 19:44
Kirizzy would
just thought about it and yes she wouldnt be squeamish
she plays bagpipes and loves the dubstep dancing
exotic eyes!!
Nordic cloud
Fri, 2012-02-10 12:02
I was going to put just :)
I was going to put just :)
Butt on reading all the rest...!!!
Tu m'a boulverse mon ami.
My sister was driving out to see the sheep in Perth Australia when the chap with her grabbed the wheel, the car did a tango and tossed them out, he dead as a dodo, she wounded; she covered him with her jacket. In Australia there are one or two cars that pass in hours, she walked along a road, then returned to the spot, luckily someone came by, she lay in hospital for a month. She is as good as new, the old back can play up, but she plays golf, Scottish dances, tennis doubles, etc travels the world, but what an experience in the outback.
Ach wheel its all in a lifetime
we jsut hae te make the best o' it.
Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Esker
Fri, 2012-02-10 14:07
Just singing Pat Benatar
something about a flaming wheel
spinning over her head
lifes heartbreaker moments
we take the good the shady
and the everything else!!!
I always met travellers when I
travelled
and talked to tourist residents
my life is always interesting
too Ann