he Great  Fence, climbed  it inno-
cent  and calm  as a  boy climb  the fence  to fish  in the
forbidden pond  -- in  a few  seconds he  catch a  huge cat-
fish -- The  Old Man  will rush  out of  a little  black hut
cursing,  with  a  pitchfork  and  the  boy   run  laughing
across the Missouri field -- he find a beautiful pink arrow-
head  and  snatch it  up as  he runs  with a  flowing swoop
of  young  bone  and  muscle  -- (his  bones blend  into the
Beld,  he  lies  dead  by  the  wooden  fence a  shotgun by
his side, blood on frozen  red clap  seeps into  the winter
stubble  of  Georgia)....  The  catfish billows  out behind
him....  He  come  to  the  fence  and  throw  the  catfish
over into blood-streaked grass...  the fish  lies squirming
and  squawking  --  vaults  the  fence.  He  snatch  up  the
catfish  and  disappear  up a  flint-studded red  clay road
between    oaks    and   persimmons    dropping   red-brown
leaves  in  a  windy  fall  sunset,  green and  dripping in
Summer  dawn,  black  against  a  clear  winter  day... the
Old  Man  scream  curses  after  him...  his teeth  fly from
his  mouth  and  whistle  over  the  boy's head,  he strain
forward, his neck-cords tight as  steel hoops,  black blood
spurt  in  one solid  piece over  the fence  and he  fall a
fleshless   mummy   by   the   fever  grass.   Thorns  grow
through  his  ribs,  the  windows break  in his  hut, dusty
glass-slivers in black putty -- rats run over the  floor and
boys  jack  off  in  the  dark  musty  bedroom   on  summer
afternoons  and  eat the  berries that  grow from  his body
and bones, mouths smeared with purple-red juices....
  The  old  junky  has  found a  vein... blood  blossoms in
the  dropper  like a  Chinese flower...  he push  home the
heroin and the boy who  jacked off  fifty years  ago shine
immaculate through  the ravaged  flesh, fill  the outhouse
with the sweet nutty smell of young male lust....
  How  many  years   threaded  on   a  needle   of  blood?
Hands  slack  on  lap  he  sit looking  out at  the winter
dawn  with  the  cancelled  eyes  of  junk. The  old queer
squirm  on  a  limestone  bench  in  Chapultepec  Park  as
Indian  adolescents  walk  by,  arms  around  each other's
necks  and  ribs,  straining  his  dying  flesh  to occupy
young  buttocks  and  thighs,  tight  balls  and  spurting
cocks.
  Mark and  Johnny sit  facing each  other in  a vibrating
chair, Johnny impaled on Mark's cock.
  "All set, Johnny?"
  "Turn it on."
  Mark  flips the  switch and  the chair  vibrate.... Mark
tilt his head looking up at Johnny, his face  remote, eyes
cool  and  mocking  on  Johnny's  face....  Johnny  scream
and  whimper....  His  face  disintegrates  as  if  melted
from  within....  Johnny  scream  like  a  mandrake, black
out  as  his  sperm  spurt, slump  against Mark's  body an
angel  on the  nod. Mark  pat Johnny's  shoulder absently.
...ъoom  like  gymnasium....  The  floor  is  foam rubber,
covered  in  white  silk....  One  wall  is  glass.... The
rising sun fills the room with pink  light. Johnny  is led
in,  hands  tied,  between  Mary  and  Mark.  Johnny  sees
the  gallows  and  sags   with  a   great  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
his chin  pulling down  towards his  cock, his  legs bend-
ing at the  knees. Sperm  spurts, arching  almost vertical
in front of  his face.  Mark and  Mary are  suddenly impa-
tient  and  hot....  They  push  Johnny  forward  onto the
gallows  platform  covered  with  moldy  jockstraps  and
sweat shirts. Mark is adjusting the noose.
  "Well, here  you go."  Mark starts  to push  Johnny off
the platform.
  Mary:  "No,  let  me."  She  locks  her  hands  behind
Johnny's buttocks, puts her forehead against  him, smil-
ing into his eyes she  moves back,  pulling him  off the
platform into space.... His  face swells  with blood....
Mark  reaches  up  with  one  lithe  movement  and snaps
Johnny's  neck...  sound  like  a  stick  broken  in wet
towels. A shudder  runs down  Johnny's body...  one foot
flutters like a trapped bird.... Mark has  draped himself
over a swing  and mimics  Johnny's twitches,  closes his
eyes and sticks his tongue out.... Johnny's cock springs
up  and  Mary guides  it up  her cunt,  writhing against
him in a fluid belly dance, groaning and  shrieking with
delight... sweat pours  down her  body, hair  hangs over
her  face  in  wet  strands. "Cut  him down,  Mark," she
screams. Mark reaches over  with a  snap knife  and cuts
the rope, catching Johnny as he  falls, easing  him onto
his back with  Mary still  impaled and  writhing.... She
bites away Johnny's lips and nose and sucks out his eyes
with a pop.... She  tears off  great hunks  of cheek....
Now  she  lunches on  his prick....  Mark walks  over to
her and she looks up from Johnny's  half-eaten genitals,
her  face  covered  with blood,  eyes phosphorescent....
Mark puts his foot on  her shoulder  and kicks  her over
on her back.... He  leaps on  her, fucking  her insanely
...they  roll from  one end  of the  room to  the other,
pinwheel  end-over-end  and  leap high  in the  air like
great hooked fish.
  "Let  me  hang  you,  Mark....   Let  me   hang  you....
Please, Mark, let me hang you!"
  "Sure  baby."  He  pulls  her brutally  to her  feet and
pins her hands behind her.
  "No,  Mark!!  No!  No!  No,"  she screams,  shitting and
pissing  in terror  as he  drags her  to the  platform. He
leaves her  tied on  the platform  in a  pile of  old used
condoms,  while  he  adjusts the  rope across  the room...
and comes back  carrying the  noose on  a silver  tray. He
jerks her to her feet  and tightens  the noose.  He sticks
his cock up her and  waltzes around  the platform  and off
into  ~pace  swinging  in a  great arc....  "Wheeeeee!" he
screams,  turning  into  Johnny. Her  neck snaps.  A great
fluid  wave  undulates  through  her  body.   Johnny  drops
to  the floor  and stands  poised and  alert like  a young
animal.
  He  leaps  about  the  room.  With  a scream  of longing
that  shatters  the glass  wall he  leaps out  into space.
Masturbating  end-over-end,  three  thousand   feet  down,
his  sperm  floating beside  him, he  screams all  the way
against the shattering blue of sky,  the rising  sun burn-
ing  over  his body  like gasoline,  down past  great oaks
and   persimmons,   swamp   cypress   and   mahogany,   to
shatter in  liquid relief  in a  ruined square  paved with
limestone.  Weeds  and  vines  grow  between  the  stones,
and rusty iron bolts three feet thick penetrate  the white
stone, stain it shit-brown of rust.
  Johnny  dowses  Mary  with  gasoline  from   an  obscene
Chimu  jar  of  white  jade.... He  anoints his  own body.
... They  embrace,  fall  to  the floor  and roll  under a
great  magnifying  glass  set  in  the roof...  burst into
flame with a cry that shatters the  glass wall,  roll into
space, fucking and screaming through  the air,  burst in
blood  and  flames  and  soot  on  brown. rocks  under a
desert sun. Johnny leaps about the  room in  agony. With
a scream that shatters the glass wall he  stands spread-
eagle to the rising sun, blood spurting out  his cock...
a  white  marble  god,  he  plummets  through  epileptic
explosions  into  the  old  Medjoub  writhe in  shit and
rubbish by a mud  wall under  a sun  that scar  and grab
the  flesh into  goose-pimples.... He  is a  boy sleeping
against the  mosque wall,  ejaculates wet  dreaming into
a thousand cunts pink and smooth as sea  shells, feeling
the delight of prickly pubic hairs slide up his cock.

  John  and  Mary  in  hotel  room  (music  of  East St.
Louis  Toodleoo).  Warm  spring  wind  blows  faded pink
curtains  in  through  open  window....  Frogs  croak in
vacant lots where corn grows and boys catch little green
garter  snakes  under  broken  limestone  stelae stained
with shit and threaded with rusty barbed wire....

  Neon -- chlorophyll green, purple, orange --  flashes on
and off. )

  Johnny extracts a  candiru from  Mary's cunt  with his
calipers.... He drops it into a  bottle of  mescal where
it turns into a Maguey  worm.... He  gives her  a douche
of  jungle  bone-softener,  her  vaginal teeth  flow out
mixed  with blood  and cysts....  Her cunt  shines fresh
and sweet as spring grass.... Johnny licks  Mary's cunt,
slow at first, with rising excitement parts the lips and
licks inside feeling the prickle of  pubic hairs  on his
tumescent  tongue....  Arms  thrown back,  breasts poin-
ing  straight  up,  Mary  lies  transfixed  with  neon nails.
...Johnny  moves  up  her  body,  his  cock  with  a  shining
round  opal  of lubricant  at the  open slit,  slides through
her pubic hairs and  enters her  cunt to  the hilt,  drawn in
by  a  suction  of  hungry  flesh....  His  face  swells  with
blood,  green  lights  burst  behind  his  eyes and  he falls
with a scenic railway through screaming girls....
  Damp  hairs  on  the  back  of  his balls  dry to  grass in
the  warm  spring  wind.  High  jungle  valley,  vines  creep
in  the  window.  Johnny's  cock  swells,  great   rank  buds
burst  out.  A  long  tuber  root  creeps  from  Mary's cunt,
feels  for  the  earth.  The  bodies  disintegrate  in  green
explosions.  The  hut  falls  in ruins  of broken  stone. The
boy  is  a  limestone  statue,  a  plant  sprouting  from his
cock, lips parted in the half-smile  of a  junky on  the nod.

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  The Beagle has stashed the heroin in a lottery ticket,
  One more shot -- tomorrow the cure.
  The  way  is  long.  Hard-ons  and  bring-downs   are  fre-
quent.
  It  was a  long time  over the  stony reg  to the  oasis of
date  palms  where  Arab  boys  shit  in  the  well  and rock
n'  roll  across the  sands of  muscle beach  eating hot-dogs
and spitting out gold teeth in nuggets.
  Toothless  and  strictly  from  the  long hunger,  ribs you
could  wash  your  filthy overalls  on, that  corrugate, they
quaver  down  from  the  outrigger   in  Easter   Island  and
stalk ashore on legs stiff and brittle as stilts...  they nod
in  club  windows...  fallen  into the  fat of  lack-need to
sell a slim body.
  The date palms  have died  of meet  lack, the  well filled
with  dried  shit  and  mosaic  of  a  thousand  newspapers:
"ъussia   denies...   The   Home   Secretary    views   with
pathic   alarm...  The   trap  was   sprung  at   12:02.  At
12:30  the  doctor  went  out  to  eat oysters,  returned at
2:00  to  clap  the  hanged  man   jovially  on   the  back.
'what? Aren't you  dead yet?  Guess I'll  have to  pull your
leg. Haw Haw! Can't let  you choke  at this  rate --  I'd get
a  warning  from  the  President.  And  what  a  disgrace if
the  dead  wagon  cart you  out alive.  My balls  would drop
off with  the shame  of it  and I  apprenticed myself  to an
experienced ox. One two three pull.' "
  The sail plane falls silent as erection, silent as greased
glass  broken  by  the  young  thief  with  old-woman  hands
a;id  cancelled eyes  of junk....  In a  noiseless explosion
he   penetrates   the  broken   house,  stepping   over  the
greased crystals,  a clock  ticks loud  in the  kitchen, hot
air ruffles his hair, his head disintegrates in a  heavy duck
load....  The  Old  Man  flips  out a  red shell  and pirou-
ettes  around  his shotgun.  "Aw, shucks,  fellers, tweren't
nothing....  Fish  in  the  barrel....  Money  in  the  bank
...round-heeled  boy,  one  greased  shot  brain  goose  and
he  Hop  in  an  obscene  position....   Can  you   hear  me
from where you are, boy?
  "I  was  young  myself once  and heard  the siren  call of
easy   money  and   women  and   tight  boy-ass   and  lands
sake  don't get  my blood  up I  am subject  to tell  a tale
make  your  cock  stand  up  and  yipe  for the  pink pearly
way  of  young  cunt  or  the  lovely  brown  mucous-covered
palpitating  tune  of  the  young  boy-ass  play  your  cock
like a  recorder... and  when you  hit the  prostate pearl
sharp  diamonds gather  in the  golden lad  balls inexora-
ble  as a  kidney stone....  Sorry I  had to  kill you....
The  old  grey  mare  aint  what she  used to  be.... Cant
run  down  an  audience...  got to  bring down  that house
on the  wing, run  or sit....  Like an  old lion  took bad
with  cavities  he  need  that  amident toothpaste  keep a
feller biting fresh at all times....  Them old  lions shit
sure  turn  boyeater....  And  who  can  blame  them, boys
being so sweet so cold so fair  in St.  James Infirmary?'?
Now,  son,  don't  you get  rigor mortis  on me.  Show re-
spect for the  aging prick....  You may  be a  tedious old
fuck yourself  some day....  Oh, uh;  I guess  not.... You
have,  like  Housman's  barefoot  shameless  catamite  The
Congealed Shropshire Ingenue  set your  fleet foot  on the
silo  of  change....  But you  cant kill  those Shropshire
boys... been hanged  so often  he resist  it like  a gono-
coccus half castrate with pencillin  rallies to  a hideous
strength  and  multiplies geometric....  So leave  us cast
a  vote  for  decent  acquittal  and put  an end  to those
beastly exhibitions for which the sheriff levy a  pound of
fiesh."
  Sheriff: "I'll lower his pants for a pound,  folks. Step
right up. A serious and scientific exhibit  concerning the
locality  of  the  Life  Center.  This character  has nine
inches,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  measure   them  yourself
inside. Only  one pound,  one queer  three dollar  bill to
see a young boy come three times  at least  -- I  never de-
mean  myself  to  process  a  eunuch --  completely against
his will. When his neck snaps sharp, this  character will
shit-sure come to rhythmic attention and spurt it  out all
over you.
  The boy stands on the trap  shifting his  weight from
one leg to the other: "Gawd!  What a  boy hasta  put up
with in this business. Sure as  shit some  horrible old
character get physical."
  Traps falls, rope sings like wind in wire, neck snaps
loud and clear as a Chinese gong.
  The  boy  cuts  himself  down  with  a  switch-blade,
chases  a  screaming  fag down  the midway.  The faggot
dives  through the  glass of  a penny  arcade peep-show
and rims a grinning Negro. Fadeout.
  (Mary,  Johnny  and Mark  take a  bow with  the ropes
around  their  necks.  They  are not  as young  as they
appear  in  the  Blue  Movies....  They look  tired and
petulant. )

        MEETING OF INTEъNATIONAL
  CONFEъENCE OF TECHNOLOGICAL
  PSYCHIATъY

  Doctor  "Fingers"  Schafer,  the Lobotomy  Kid, rises
and turns on the Conferents the cold blue blast  of his
gaze:
  "Gentlemen,  the  human  nervous  system  can  be re-
duced  to  a  compact  and  abbreviated  spinal column.
The brain, front, middle and rear must follow  the ade-
noid,  the wisdom  tooth, the  appendix.... I  give you
my  Master   Work:  The   Complete  All   American  De-
anxietixed Man...."
  Blast of  trumpets: The  Man is  carried in  naked by
two Negro  Bearers who  drop him  on the  platform with
bestial,  sneering  brutality....  The  Man wriggles....
His flesh turns to viscid, transparent jelly  that drifts
away  in green  mist, unveiling  a monster  black centi-
pede.  Waves of  unknown stench  fill the  room, searing
the lungs, grabbing the stomach....
  Schafer  wrings  his  hands sobbing:  "Clarence! How
can you do  this to  me?? Ingrates!!  Every one  of them
ingrates!'
  The Conferents start back muttering in dismay:
  "I'm afraid Schafer has gone a bit too far...."
  "I sounded a word of warning...."
  "Brilliant chap Schafer... but..."
  "Man will do anything for publicity...."
  "Gentlemen, this  unspeakable and  in every  sense il-
legitimate  child  of  Doctor Schafer's  perverted brain
must not see the light....  Our duty  to the  human race
is clear...."
  "Man he done seen the  light," said  one of  the Negro
Bearers.
  "We  must  stomp  out  the Un-American  crittah,' says
a fat, frog-faced  Southern doctor  who has  been drink-
ing  corn  out of  a mason  jar. He  advances drunkenly,
then halts, appalled by the  formidable size  and menac-
ing aspect of the centipede....
  "Fetch gasoline!" he bellows. "We  gotta burn  the son
of a bitch like an uppity Nigra!"
  "I'm not sticking my neck  out, me,"  says a  cool hip
young  doctor  high  on  LSD25....  "Why  a  smart  D.A.
could..."
  Fadeout. "Order in The Court1"
  D.A.:"Gentlemen  of the  jury, these  'learned gentle-
men' claim that  the innocent  human creature  they have
so wantonly slain suddenly turned himself into a huge
black centipede and it was 'their duty to the human
race' to destroy this monster before it could, by any
means at its disposal, perpetrate its kind....
  "Are we to gulp down this tissue of horse shit! Are
we to take these glib lies like a greased and nameless
asshole? Where is this wondrous centipede?
  " 'We have destroyed it,' they say smugly.... And I
would like to remind you, Gentlemen and Hermaphro-
dites of the Jury, that this Great Beast" -- he points to
Doctor Schafer -- "has, on several previous occasions,
appeared in this court charged with the unspeakable
crime of brain rape.... In plain English" -- he pounds
the rail of the jury box, his voice rises to a scream -- "in
plain English, Gentlemen, forcible lobotomy...."
  The Jury gasps..., One dies of a heart attack....
Three fall to the floor writhing in orgasms of pruri-
ence....
  The D.A. points dramatically: "He it is.... He and
no other who has reduced whole provinces of our fair
land to a state bordering on the far side of idiocy....
He it is who has filled great warehouses with row on
row, tier on tier of helpless creatures who must have
their every want attended.... 'The Drones' he calls
them with a cynical leer of pure educated evil....
Gentlemen, I say to you that the wanton murder of
Clarence Cowie must not go unavenged: This foul
crime shrieks like a wounded faggot for justice at least!"
  The centipede is rushing about in agitation.
  "Man, that mother fucker's hungry," screams one of
the Bearers.
  "I'm getting out of here, me."
  A  wave  of  electric  horror  sweeps through  the Con-
ferents....  They  storm  the  exits screaming  and claw-
ing....

        THE MAъKET

  Panorama  of  the  City of  Interzone. Opening  bars of
East  St.  Louis  Toodleoo...  at  times  loud  and clear
then  faint  and  intermittent  like  music down  a windy
street....
  The  room  seems  to  shake  and  vibrate  with motion.
The  blood  and  substance  of  many races,  Negro, Poly-
nesian,  Mountain  Mongol,  Desert  Nomad,  Polyglot Near
East,  Indian  --  races  as  yet unconceived  and unborn,
combinations  not  yet realized  pass through  your body.
Migrations,  incredible  journeys  through   deserts  and
jungles and mountains (stasis and  death in  closed moun-
tain  valleys  where  plants grow  out of  genitals, vast
crustaceans  hatch inside  and break  the shell  of body)
across the Pacific in an outrigger canoe to Easter Island.
The  Composite  City  where  all  human   potentials  are
spread out in a vast silent market.
  Minarets,  palms,   mountains,  jungle...   A  sluggish
river jumping  with vicious  fish, vast  weed-grown parks
where boys lie in the  grass, play  cryptic games,  Not a
locked  door  in the  City. Anyone  comes into  your room
at any time. The Chief of Police is a Chinese  who picks
his  teeth and  listens to  denunciations presented  by a
lunatic.  Every  now  and  then  the  Chinese  takes  the
toothpick out of his mouth and  looks at  the end  of it.
Hipsters  with  smooth  copper-colored  faces   lounge  in
doorways  twisting  shrunk  heads  on  gold  chains, their
fac