From: John Young <jya-AT-pipeline.com>
Date: Fri, 7 Jul 1995 21:26:33 -0400
Subject: re: mouthwash / TAL 


   Grit for the covert literary dentrifice -- mouthwash, and,
   if fit-shoe, TAL:


   TAL, a towel-tale-tail-flaggelant of the buoyant-boy home-
   floater.


   TomB, your free-floating ace-poster auto-Tom-post-pose-
   meister TAL taps a rat-a-tat-tat on this ship o'fool's
   memory-dungeon, deciphering the old hold-caged bilge rat
   hearing overhead that the bastard deckhands are keel-
   hauling the hold-hole-tight coy cabin-boy, the terrified
   youngster praying gibberishly for saving himself for safe
   home to shore-girls promised to marry everafter for the
   tang.

   Oh mercy, these quivering bones shiver re-imaging, there
   the lad slithers, the rope-tied beau boy sinks past the
   waves, downward hanging raven locks, dear head banging the
   barnacled steel, rosy fore and aft cheeks skin-scraping,
   twin lithe propeller shinbone baring raw, pursed purply
   cupid-lips hatch-battened breath-holding, hoping to
   sphinct-survive the wet circumnavigation of deck-gob hard-
   muscled slam-dunking the hold-outer.

   Did young tom-boy-coy-tail of this young tale save his 
purity?
   Did he fish slip the hemprope, gulp and gag sea, comatose
   into floater face-downer, bob the swells bloating? No,
   swift Tom grasped a wayward seabuoy, hugged its sea-boy
   succor, scissor-kicked his shaggerly buoyant-rumped torso
   landward to bountiful wide-thigh back-heeling pelvic-
   buckers, safehome cabinboy floating serially home-pocket to
   pocket depositing seedpods, gobboy-in-a-port-o'call ever-
   abandoning the forthcoming urchin-issues, ever-regaling the
   bleary beerbar-stoopers with tallest de-tells of entailings.

   Keeping evermum about the bare-backlash and backdoor-bore
   inservitude to master's cabin-culinary sweaty-sheet
   buttery-screamery snap-butt-towelry.








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