Free The Wild Boys by William S. Burroughs Page A

one word?” It is getting dark : : : boy : : : remember so intense it hurts : : : sadness in his eyes 1920 movie : : : peanuts : : : “Thank you” : : : the film breaks : : : naked boy on yellow toilet fingers from a long time ago the boy solid quick and silent coming so intense it hurts teeth bared see solid now I could touch my flesh pants down evening sky : : : naked boy fading erased out : : : “Thank you” : : : the film breaks : : : pose is a long time ago memory noises frayed magazine over there room grainy like an old movie dim silver sky : : : the other leans forward laughing comparing : : : pieces of the blurred 1920 afternoon : : : jerky bed twisted feet buttocks quivering phantom boy nods the other straddles rectum exposed squeezed out musty odor luminous bodies quiver together deserted city dying sun old movie set. I turn the page. Sepia of each phallus a drop of the red color that hurts blood pounding singing naked rectum breathing rose flesh mouth speaking prickles of delight. I turn the page each picture framed in roses.
    The Proposition
. a ruined wall with rose paper the bed. Ali points to the bed. Farja stands there sullen eyes downcast long lashes.
    The Agreement
. Farja looks at the bed blushing to his bare feet.
    The Consummation
. Roses and thorns through translucent flesh squirming a slow scream of roses. I turn the page.
    The Elixir of the Rose
. Farja knees up rectum rose pulsing. The monk drains off a red fluid that flows from his translucent phallus.
    The Tree of Flesh
. A musty odor rises from the pages. A Mayan priest is drawing the flesh sap from a bulbous phallic tree. He has inserted an obsidian tube into the soft flesh of the tree and is draining the sap into a stone jar.
    Discovery of the Jars
. A Mayan pyramid. The monks have broken a door and found the jars.
    The Flesh Sheets
. The monk has rolled sheets of the flesh sap out on a table. The flesh sap is of a pearly grey color.
    The Writing
. The monk is writing on the sheets the pictures from an old book.
    The Body Builder
. The monk is wrapping flesh sheets around the two skeletons. Two youths have been formed. Mouth rectum and penis sealed.
    The Creation
. The monk has arranged the youth on a canopy knees up. He picks up a crystal phallic jar of the elixir. He lets a drop fall between the parted buttocks a drop on the end of the penis. With a crystal rod he rubs a drop on the lips. Where the fluid touches nitrous fumes arise sepia orange dusky rose. The lips part rectum quivers phallus spurts. The youth is breathing. I turn the page.
    The Academy
. red-brick building over a river autumn leaves the rising sun.
    Morning Sleep
. Naked boy with a hard-on sleeping lips parted. Roommate stands at the foot of the bed with sheet he has just pulled off the other.
    The Awakening
. The boy’s eyes looking down at his erection blushing to his bare feet as he sees other standing there.
    The Recognition
. The other has dropped the sheet from his naked body laughing comparing sepia gobs in air.
    The Proposition
. Two boys in the room. “That’s kid stuff. I wanta.” One boy with eyes downcast sullen.
    The Agreement
. Rose of flesh on all fours quivering in a red haze. He pulls Jerry over on top of him Jerry knees up feet in the air kicking like a frog. John reaches down rubs lubricant around the tip of Jerry’s cock pumping his slow deep ecstasy as they squirm together knees up kicking out the spurts. Ali plays the flute. Two boys by a pool on all fours faces turned to the full moon light June knees. Ali points to the silent YES.
    At dawn the two boys got up and walked out naked into the ruined garden. Coming to a thick tangle of rosebushes Farja leaped through and emerged untouched by the thorns on the other side and then I jumped a sweet tearing pain landed on hands and knees fell forward on my elbows gasping feeling the rose in my trembling buttocks a red steam along the backs of my thighs as Farja kneeled behind me. Ali sat on the edge of