UNDERGROUND VOICES MAGAZINE/PAUL KAVANAGH


	UNDERGROUND VOICES: FICTION

PAUL KAVANAGH

Three

John Corsini woke up, showered, dressed, climbed in his car and arrived at work.
On the phone John Corsini sold shares. Twice he nearly fell asleep while staring
at the computer screen. Clouds sailed past his panorama. John Corsini turned off
the computer said good night to his secretary and drove home. When he got home,
he cooked some food, drank a cup of coffee and watched the television until sleep
overwhelmed him. John Corsini woke up, showered, masturbated, dressed, climbed in
his car and arrived at work. On the phone John Corsini discussed shares. Thrice he
nearly fell asleep while staring at the computer screen. No clouds sailed past his
panorama. John Corsini turned off the computer, said good night to his secretary
and drove home. When he got home, he cooked some food, drank three cups of
coffee and watched the television until sleep overwhelmed him, which was late in the
night. John Corsini woke up late, showered but still masturbated, dressed quickly,
climbed in his car and arrived at work late. On the phone John Corsini bought
shares. Four times he nearly fell asleep while staring at the computer screen.
Rain clouds sailed past his panorama. John Corsini forgot to turn off the computer.
He didn’t say good night to his secretary. He drove home. When he got home, he
pissed and shat. He didn’t cook for himself. He ordered food over the phone. He
drank five cups of coffee and pissed. He watched porn on the television and
jerked off until he came. He admired a huge turd he had achieved. He slept.

Jenny Destito woke up, showered, dressed, caught the train and arrived at work.
She took notes, checked her email and typed. She allowed her thoughts to wander.
Clouds sailed past her panorama and brought her back. She said good bye to her
boss and turned off her computer. On the train she read a few pages of her book.
She drank water, ran, drank some more water and showered. She phoned home. She
showered and read more of her book and slept. Jenny Destito woke up, showered,
dressed, caught the train and arrived at work. She took notes, checked her email and
typed. She allowed her thoughts to wander. Clouds sailed past her panorama and she
continued to dream of sex. She said goodbye to her boss. She watched him closely
and turned off her computer. On the train she read a few pages of her book. She
drank water, ran, drank more water and showered. She didn’t phone home. She
showered and read more of her book and slept. Jenny Destito woke up, pissed,
showered, dressed, caught the train and arrived at work. She took notes, checked
her email and told her friend about the sex dream she had the night before and
typed. She allowed her thoughts to wander. Today she abhorred her boss. Clouds
sailed past her panorama. She said good bye to her boss and turned off her computer.
On the train she tried to read a few pages of her book, but the man opposite her
kept looking at her legs, and so she parted them. She drank a glass of vodka while
dressing. She caught a cab. The man she awoke up to next morning was a stranger.
She felt sore.

Peter Blake woke up and masturbated. Before he came he shoved his cock into the
anus of the girl next to him. He showered, cussed and profaned until the girl
brewed him coffee and made him eggs. He walked lazily through the city. He
injected himself and vomited. He always felt nausea after fixing himself. Suddenly
finding himself with an unconjecturable craving he broke into a house and stole
jewelry and money. He scored and fixed himself again. He vomited. He always felt
nausea after fixing himself. He patrolled his patch at night and conversed with
some of his girls. At the bedsit he fixed himself and his girl. He vomited. He
always felt nausea after fixing himself. He fell asleep. Peter Blake woke up. He
showered, cussed and profaned until the girl brewed him coffee. He walked lazily
through the city. He injected himself and vomited. He always felt nausea after
fixing himself. Suddenly finding himself with an unconjecturable craving he broke
into a car and stole a laptop and some coins. He scored and fixed himself again.
He vomited. He always felt nausea after fixing himself. He patrolled his patch at
night and conversed with some of his girls. He had to slap one girl and warn another
with his knife. At the bedsit he fixed himself and his girl. He vomited. He always
felt nausea after fixing himself. He fell asleep. Peter Blake never woke up.
He did not masturbate. He did not walk lazily through the city. He did not inject
himself and vomit. He did not patrol his patch at night and converse with some of
his girls. At the bedsit his girl packed up her stuff and left the body upon the bed.
He was covered in vomit. She didn’t close the door. Soon the reek would disturb the
neighbors and the police would find the body.

paul kavanagh is happy. his wife is happy. together they are happy.