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‘Bad Karma’, from “A Seasoning of Lust”.

March 12, 2017

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For my friends who have  a sense of humor…

Bao Ling sat on the balcony of Floating Wind brothel. A courtesan of low rank, she was deep into writing verse. She now had a scroll of 100 poems, needing revision.

“Bao! Bao! Squat Mother says you are to prepare for honored guest. Come in and apply your cosmetics”

Poor lame Midori was her maid and Bao turned her face obediently to the brushes and powders of her only friend.

“Who’s coming?” she asked as Midori painted her eyebrows high on her forehead.

“So sorry, but it’s Tanaka-san today.”

Bao’s eyes widened. “Aiiieee! He likes things pushed in odd places!”

“Just do as he wants. We’ll have rice balls later.”

Tanaka-san’s karma was to be short shafted and have peculiar desires.   Bao mourned her own karma.

In her confusion Midori grabbed the slim scroll of poems and put it where the sun don’t shine.

Midori was beaten. Over rice balls, they decided the poems had bad karma and probably belonged where they ended.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted 2016…

 

 

“Bad Karma” from “A Seasoning of Lust”

July 14, 2009

Some wise friends said:  “Why don’t you post some of the pieces inside your new book?”

Duh.  I’ve been doing that, but at random.  So, thinking about it, and working on two things…..finishing up “Devil’s Revenge” and working on a new collection to be published later this year:  “White Cranes of Heaven”….I think that would be wise.

And easier than writing a new blog entry. It’s sultry and hot here and I’ve got too many fingers in the pot to take on much more now.

Thanks, wise friends.  Wiseguys, too.

Lady Nyo


BAD KARMA

Bao Ling sat on the balcony of Floating Wind brothel. A courtesan of low rank, she was deep into writing verse.  She now had a scroll of 100 poems, all needing revision.

“Bao! Bao!  Squat Mother says you are to prepare for honored guest. Come in and apply your cosmetics”

Poor lame Midori was her maid and Bao turned her face obediently to the brushes and powders of her only friend.

“Who is coming?” she said as Midori painted her eyebrows high on her forehead.

“So sorry, but it’s Tanaka-san today.”

Bao’s eyes widened.  “Aiiieee!  He likes things pushed in odd places!”

“Just do as he wants. We’ll have rice balls later.”

Tanaka-san’s karma was to be short shafted and have peculiar desires.   Bao mourned her own karma.

Later as Bao lay under him, he groaned and spread his cheeks, signaling Midori to plug his honored ass with an ivory dildo.  In her confusion Midori grabbed the slim scroll of poems, plunging it deep.  Tanaka-san yelped in delight and flooded the Treasure Grove of Bao with his essence.

Midori was beaten.

Over rice balls, they decided the poems had bad karma and probably belonged where they ended.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2009


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