HELEN ANSELL
Jll coated and scarved, stewing and father knows Lloyd George,
idiot
and
been the vietim of self parody
and trousers and socks and boots
and chains and belts and rings
and earrinp. touching faces
running across my eyes and ears
Ja in the middle distanceto be with me and the wet breast
in wool, in a chair by the fire.
and
she's
all
the smell of mind-funk rising affectionate hilarity, followed lies nat acriss my knees, waiting that's more mine than hers
with the pipe smoke, stinking in by a wipe out at the piano, a bare-legged, in haste from the Tobacco smell. sweat smell, sexwith intimations of tenderness
a bathroom glass of whisky, and hunchback rejection, Jill tub, and pale as a sepia sketch
she clances and delects out of Johnston
smell, with Jill singing under
water, feathered hands on my arms raised, the hands inclined, a
Jill dancing by herelf, the
as conceived by
eold eyes and is ugly and Charles Adams, and we attempt hair through which one moves in face, shadowing the ravishment modest figure completed, then
digusted and suspicious, hung to hear one another over her din search of her mouth, in search of between her legs, within another suspended, a ghost dance, after
Jill in elose-up is a veil of
with hair, exhibiting from
insulated coat-tubes her two
naked, white and unclean hands.
Jill mummified, shrunken head a ly-glinting crotch, and on the everywhere by lips and tongues fingers, searching and sucking neck curved, legs together,
ed Jill at table, cuff-dangling down swing, a rump hidden and An image of nipple and breast visions, a devouring without dancing as she stands, a derelict
through the food, "Oh but man revealed by black underpants are touched onto my mouth by destroying. Jill and I partaking queen.
what is this CRAP?", bobbing in Jill in the same chair by the her mouth, and I am reminded. of Jill, Jil and I partaking of me
the chair, cockspurs lying.
christ is she singing too?
many mouths. At the ears a
mouth, blood red, between the
which Jill leans at the table
asking her to oin us, and getting mouth, at the eyes, at the cheeks tongues on tongues, within the reading a record cover, rag tag
her as two booted feet in the air.
I ny across them and am met
body eyes that permit
and uncombed, back arched and
same fire, Vietorian in a white She has buttoned her shirt for
Jill in a heap, cooling
terth d nging lace shirt, hair shining in the me to unbutton and she watches weight, senseless, imprisoned by
rin, head strained for a better light, her paw transformed into me unbutton it, bending over exhaustion, and I'm freed
view but we remain swine at the
trough, and her crowing holding a pipe, and she is a My tongue to the breast's without a kiss; this contrasted
becomes monumentally vulgar miracle of intelligence, thetongue, my hands to the breast's with her body against mine, our
an elegant human appendage me, becoming me finding her. miserably by a cold good-night
r Jill Johnston Photos By Helen
Jill tuned in, arms pumpinggoat-eyed insolence refined andface, seems like the first human rest, standing together fully
....
us up like inner tubes because listening, the iris enriched from
Jovd George knows my father yellow to brown; yes she has says, suck me, her tongue jerseys and sweaters and vests
kiss, wishing she were me she decorated in underwear and
Ansell
