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THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL


i have just returned from a camping trip and
my friend i highly recommend such an excursion.
fresh air is breathed. forest and trees are seen.
wildlife is observed. there were hot springs to soak in
and a swimming pool for splashing about. but very best
of all dear reader there was a wide variety of people
available for social interaction and on my last night
the following occurred :

i spent several hours with dawn a fascinating woman
who has her head in the clouds. while laying on a carpet
of fallen leaves i proved that i am the greatest writer
no one knows and we sang beatles songs and watched
the wind cry mary as it passed above

evening brought thoughts of food and i said lets go to
the kitchen and cook. she agreed. as we entered the
hot springs area dawn met a friend. once introductions
were made i went to prepare dinner. a simple meal of
white rice celery garlic carrots and lots and lots of
olive oil spiced with hot chiles

my prescence in the kitchen caught the attention of
svetlana. a beauty from belarus whose voice reminded
me of natasha from the rocky and bullwinkle show.
i invited her to join me. she accepted. i sat a large plate
on the communal table removed the top from the
cooking pot inverted it over the plate and shook it

the aroma and sight of food brought oohs and aahs
from others at the table. i told them to join us.
havad a lovely armenian woman possessing sad
yet seductive eyes and simon a guy who looks like
peter falk of the colombo teevee show came over

the usual chit chat ensued between mouthfuls of food.
asked what i did for a living i conspiratorially said
i could not tell because its a pop secret. but as
a consolation i offered that in my spare time and to pass
the day i am the greatest writer no one knows

svetlana laughed then asked if i were joking. i replied
that unlike the man who will tell her he is a producer
and can make her a starlet i can prove what i say.
at that moment dawn arrived and joined us. with a
proper audience of three woman and one man
i recited a tale that quite impressed everyone

later svetlana asked my opinion of obama. i put my arm
across her blond hair covered shoulders and said
that after obama is elected all foreigners are going to be
sent out. but i will declare her my mistress and give
her father a federal contract to paint the white house black

i pointed at simon and said since he is as cool a guy
as colombo i would make him our driver and valet and
told him to practice saying " yes sir bossman "
needless to say a very good laugh was had and
the ice was thoroughly broken and evaporated

after eating i suggested we go splash about in the pool.
the lovely havad and beautiful svetlana enthusiastically
agreed. since clothing is entirely optional we tossed
them onto a poolside bench and jumped into the water.
a full moon peeked above the forested hillside and
the night air was warm

first svetlana then havad backstroked to and fro as i
bobbled up and down watching and thinking.
thinking that after a night like this what could be left
in life and that when back home i should get a syringe
full of heroin and say good bye cruel world

why ?

because after the experience i described
nothing remains but the downward spiral