NPPF: Preliminary: Honey Fish Taco

[Don Corathers]

That Maud. She was something.

Don


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Sent: Sunday, July 13, 2003 11:23 PM
Subject: Re: NPPF: Preliminary: Honey Fish Taco


> >>> I haven't even been able to quite make out Shade's youthful head
between
> his Aunt Maud's thighs
> yet. <<<
>
> No free man needs a God; but was I free?
> How fully I felt nature glued to me
> And how my childish palate loved the taste
> Half-fish, half-honey, of that golden paste.
>
> Infinite foretime and
> infinite aftertime: above your head
> They close like giant wings, and you are dead.
>
> Then read 139-56 as Aunt Maud molesting him as he lay on his bed watching
> the clockwork toy:
>
> One foot on the mountaintop.
> One hand under a panting strand.
> dull throbs in my Triassic
> icy shiver down my Age of Stone
>
> But like some little lad forced by a wench
> With his pure tongue her abject thirst to quench,
> I was corrupted, terrified, allured,
> And though old doctor Colt pronounced me cured
> Of what, he said, were mainly growing pains,
> The wonder lingers and the shame remains.
>
>
>
>