Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs

Author:William S. Burroughs
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Published: 2009-12-26T18:56:38+00:00

In a white museum room full of sunlight pink nudes sixty feet high. Vast adolescent muttering.

Silver guard rail... chasm a thousand feet down into the glittering sunlight. Little: green plots of cabbage and lettuce. Brown youths with adzes spied by the old queen across a sewage canal.

"Oh dear, I wonder if they fertilize with human ex- crement.... Maybe they'll do it right now."

He Hips out mother of pearl opera glasses -- Aztec mosaic in the sun.

Long line of Greek lads march up with alabaster bowls of shit, empty into the limestone marl hole.

Dusty poplars shake across the red brick Plaza de Toros in the afternoon wind.

Wooden cubicles around a hot spring... rubble of ruined walls in a grove of cottonwoods... the benches worn smooth as metal by a million masturbating boys.

Greek lads white as marble fuck dog style on the portico of a great golden temple... naked Mugwump twangs a lute.

Walking down by the tracks in his red sweater met Sammy the Dock Keeper's son with two Mexicans.

"Hey, Skinny," he said, "want to get screwed?"

"Well... Yeah."

On a ruined straw mattress the Mexican pulled him up on all fours -- Negro boy dance around them beating out the strokes... sun through a knot hole pink spot- lights his cock.

A waste of raw pink shame to the pastel blue horizon where vast iron mesas crash into the shattered sky,

"It's all right." The God screams through you three thousand year rusty load....

Hail of crystal skulls shattered the greenhouse to slivers in the winter moon....

The American woman has left a whiff of poison be- hind in the dank St. Louis garden party.

Pool covered with green slime in a ruined French garden. Huge pathic frog rises slowly from the water on a mud platform playing the clavichord.

A Sollubi rushes into the bar and starts polishing The Saint's shoes with the oil on his nose.... The Saint kicks him petulantly in the mouth. The Sollubi screams, whirls around and shits on the Saint's pants. Then he dashes into the street. A pimp looks after him specula- tively....

The Saint calls the manager: "Jesus, Al, what kinda creep joint you running here? My brand new fishskin Degagees..."

"I'm sorry, Saint. He slipped by me."

(The Sollubi are an untouchable caste in Arabia noted for their abject vileness. De luxe cafes are equipped with Sollubi who rim the guests while they eat -- holes in the seating benches being provided for this purpose. Citizens who want to be utterly humiliated and de- graded -- so many people do, nowadays, hoping to jump the gun -- over themselves up for passive homosexual intercourse to an encampment of Sollubis.... Nothing like it, they tell me.... In fact, the Sollubi are subject to become wealthy and arrogant and lose their native vileness. What is origin of untouchable? Perhaps a fallen priest caste. In fact, untouchables perform a priestly function in taking on themselves all human vileness.)

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