Japanese wave tattoo.July 11, 2008 at 5:46 pm | Posted in antihaiku, writing | 13 Comments
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The Japanese pornographer crossed her long legs and smiled. He won’t go a cent over fifteen thousand she said.
Hector was dead by the time Simon got back to Brisbane carrying the suitcase containing both the film and the fifteen thousand.
She had fingernails he slurred at the Brazilian stripper later that night and each of them had a different animal carefully embroidered.
He woke up in a different city in a room with just a Japanese woodcut of a wave over the bedhead, there was a knock on the door and that was that then, he said, as I reassured him, don’t worry the warden has seen fit to provide a brand new kit given the incidence of sickness, so a Japanese Wave tattoo, as his veins swelled, there must be a story behind that,