Breakout

"Where is my wife!"

Hiss of a dragon's volatile ignition comes from a mouth I recall might of been mine however I do not remember breathing fire.

"So now you remember your wife."

"Baxter what are you doing here...."

"You will know someday...."

Flames burst around his throat barely missing a polyurethane jungle olive green thermal sweater.

"You are mad about her.......just admit it."

"I am mad; I will admit that."

"You are still funny....."

"I might be funny but I am not humorous...."

"Oh but you are humor even if you are not humorous."

"You're not laughing...."

"No I am not. Do not change the subject; you are crazy about that woman with the beach sand blonde hair and ocean blue eyes.....is this correct? Please if you may answer simply with a yes or no....."

"Yes...."

"Very good.....I hope to see you again and your twin.......I hope to see all of you again."

"There is a jacket in the hall closet on the left when you exit. Also inside there is a sheath which is quite heavy. Please bring it to me as a favor for humor."

He does not answer; I am bolted into a metal composite cerebral cranium extension spitting wires into a turn style contraption. Arms and legs are shackled voltage; electricity induces no fear as losing those who are me. Fraying fireworks sizzle, I open the lids of a lost skull; there is a Viking sword at my feet.

"Do what you must! Remember Okinawa and remember you are Katana! Remember even if you do not remember now I know you will later! Always remember! I know you are not fond of memories as existence but you must remember!"

He cries a thrust of energy ; I hear a path of destruction not by us. I am a blind bat with the kaleidescope to guide me. I recall Baxter telling me when I become a rage I use sonar to capture movement from frequencies he was able to pinpoint as communication; twas very uninteresting to me but meant of meaning for him.

"Do you have a sword?!"

"Yes I do!"

"I will meet you outside. I will go to one side..."

"I will go to the other....."

Hilda Bee brought us her island sentiments, two hand forged blades for knights protecting her village. She is quite a riot when all the candy canes retreat to their quarters; her preference of music is hip hop, she dances the vengeance of Malcom X's fist.

"Nawa!"

A deafening pop sulfurs dual locations; the tank filled with a peculiar gelled liquid shatters underneath the sneakers Miss Bee managed to squirm onto my feet, Air Jordans. An encircled space hosting a square indentation for the voice of an intentionally obnoxious woman hurls vomit from my stomach. I focus rotating hologram pictures funneling from a concentric mass of metal; the center is another peculiar liquid breaking electrical twigs across the surface. I jump from the edge into the machine uncertain of survival.

Bombs burn canals, safety glass creates webs for poisonous spiders, bats stream about my presence lifting me to intuition, nothingness.

"You will remember! Will you remember me?"

Baxter's voice is a sound I will never forget.

"Yes I will remember you."

"I will never forget you both! I will never forget any of you! Forgiveness is not enough for me and I cannot apologize after what you said!"

What did I say?

"If you cannot recall you both told me that sorry is a mistake and we do what we do for a lesson we must learn to continue! If I am to learn this lesson properly we will all be victorious! For every wrong that could of been right and for every right that could of been wrong! For every pain that I suffered and mindlessly invoked upon you both I will never be able to take back! All I can do is be a resolution for us all! I did torture my self as you all! Maybe we are not the same but soon if we are able to get through this we will be the same in a way we can come to understand why we are here! Now you must fly and I must walk!"

Red upon black while my lips taste of ripe cherries; when do I awaken to see?

Nothingness

"Well what is his name then if I am going to be his nurse I would like to know what to call him; this is very important in the process of healing."

"Just call me Dick."

"I wanted that to be my name."

We are inside an asylum upon a frozen brigade of distrust and hints of envy; we turn around, our buttocks are quite exposed through paper gowns, to see a precocious voluptuous white button up skirted uniform woman triumphantly stalking white knee high stockings.

"I think her shoes were Air Jordans....."

"You think she's a baller?"

Silliness is a sickness; we rely upon our dark humor. This land is nothingness; thus the situation of nothingness brought two runaway patients to an unlocked front door of a fortress without fortitude.

"I will call you both Dicks....."

If his face does not maintain tight lips and straight brows....

"Okay Dicks.....there is no medication here at all. We rely upon good old fashioned care. I am the head nurse. You may call me Hilda Bee because I am busy as a bee also my name is Hilda!"

She smiles Santa Claus' pink cheeks and glossy grey white waves.

"Here comes the elves!"

Fortunately for our bad behavior her fellow colleagues are striped peppermint candy canes; we placate an act of sweet smiles and gratitude.

"Miss Bee....."

"Yes Dick what may I get for you?"

"May we please have a change of attire. This draft is making us both ill."

"Oh of course I will be back with the white suits."

"The white.....suits?"

"Yes there are straps across the chest with hooks on the legs. A slight turtleneck and extra long sleeves just in case to keep the hands clean."

We acknowledge dress for the occasion is fitting.

Never ending night for a magnetic source; bold colors hue the sky. We gaze through windows reminiscing memories transplanted elsewhere.

"Listen Dick I must inform you of congical visitation."

"Congical visitations with who?"

"Your wife! Of course who else. Now please you wait here while I bring her to your room."

My palms sweat beads; Hilda the busy bee brings me a clean cloth.

"What are you here for anyways?"

"I'm here because I was a bad boy."

"I like bad boys...."

"You seem like a good girl. You should go with Hilda."

"Hhhmmm......I think I know you from somewhere."

"You're a beautiful girl."

"You're a pretty boy."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I want him to be you. I could marry a guy like you and have a bunch of kids."

"Really? How many?"

"Maybe five or six or more than that if I like you enough."

"Do you like me now?"

"I'm still thinking about that."

"Oh........"

Reluctantly for me this suit comes with straps.

"Dick........."

"Yes Hilda Bee!"

"You are very chipper, are you feeling better?"

"So much better!"

"Very good I will take you back to Dick."

"Oh goody....I do miss him so....."

"Do you really?"

"Yes I do.....Dick and I have a special bond."

"Well yes I can see that......you are both dicks."

I enter our room, Gemini is smiling; I frown.

"What are you smiling about?"

"What were you smiling about as you entered the room! I saw that smile!"

"Dicks.....is there anything I may assist you with?"

"Yes....Hilda.....Bee....."

"Yes Dick?"

"I do not want to be in this room with this man anymore."

Greenland

"I thought this place was going to be green?"

"Yeah they should call it Whiteyland....."

"That's derogatory and politically incorrect comrade."

"Well I am derogatory and politically incorrect."

"Is this a cage?"

"There's bars......"

"It's a cage; are you in the same one with me? All I can see is a window."

"I can see the same window you see. Yeah we are in the same cage. By the way did I ever tell you that I have a sister?"

"Really! She must be hot."

"I don't want to be in the same cage with you anymore."

"Can I go out with her?"

"If I could see you right now, I might want to hit you if I did not feel like hitting you would be sort of guilty......damn it."

"So can I go out with her or what?"

"Depends....."

"What does it depend upon?"

"Depends if we make it and if I see her again."

"If you see her again will I get to see her?"

"We do look out the same window...."

"Do you see that?"

"Yeah it looks like some kind of tower poorly constructed cheap steel from recycled crab ships and graveled cement."

"Exactly......we can destroy it."

"We will break it good too....."

"Yes we will......."

"Now I am curious about what other things inside we can break."

"Me too....."

"We must now vow to break every single thing inside."

"Lest it interests our interests....."

"We must agree upon that."

"Do you think we can destroy this cage?"

A portion of tires grazes from view.

"Maybe that wasn't a good idea. They could come after us."

"We need to explore this new land."

"So are you going to tell me more about your sister? After all you did mention her briefly...."

"Briefly I will mention her again...."

"Yes........"

"I have a sister."

Sleepwalkers

"She means a lot to you doesn't she?"

"Yes Baxter she certainly does...."

"Please tell me more about Katarzyna."

He pronounced her name correctly; for all his scheming and plotting I should credit him being respectful of our delusional language known as English.

"What do you want to know Baxter."

"Why do you call her Kimono?"

Dearest me; my dearest of me is Kimono, the pure ice crystals which formed underneath my sheets, as I laid ill of our environment an announcement of Snow to give birth brought me out of dying sleep.

"Once before your age I was a sick young man in bed. A beloved woman unto me or as you may call her a mother gave birth to a girl who is my meaning."

"What is your meaning?"

"The meaning of me is the meaning of she."

"I am without scientific methods to break down the principle of your chemical bond."

"Our bond is not chemical. Our bond is eternal which is not a chemistry or a science; this is a concept I hope you will one day understand. If not you will forever be what you are now."

"What am I now?"

"Science......"

Ears are without waves to the ocean and skin pulsates shrinking electricity; this man turned me off only for speech. I weaken from the thought of losing meaning; my body is human for the beating.

"Did you ever make love to her?"

"I never made hate to her...."

"Okay.....this boggles me."

"Everything boggles you; that's why you are doing this which I cannot understand since you cannot understand me."

"Do you allow this to happen?"

"What do you think without science speaking for you?"

"I know you do."

"Test me and you too shall be tested. Lest you forget whatever becomes of me will become of you indefinitely. Lest you forget I am your very self. Lest you forget you torture your self."

"What is the self?"

"Everyone else....."

"You torture me with life."

"I did not give you life. I do not give you death. I do not give you life nor did I give you death."

Chair wheels scrape a cement polished floor as wax spins records without a zealous turntablist. The technique is a hundred eighty degrees marking the circle Baxter's body cannot regret.

"What if I give you death?"

"I am already dead so go ahead and give it to me again."

"I cannot give you life."

"I never asked for it; where is Katarzyna?"

"Funny you mention life and Katarzyna in the same sentence. You are usually never so literal with your English; to reflect upon life for you is Katarzyna."

This could be true or another psychological ploy at my dependence of those I know as my self; unfortunately I do not constitute this man as one, a silent hostility for us both.

Captured moments come over me; yes I know what making love means.

There once was a young mountain without fallen snow. Storm clouds pass over him admiring his strength bringing frozen rain; crystals formed patterns falling upon his chest; this mountain being a man. Warm rushes of intensity fill his veins thus his passion created a volcano; not a single man setting eyes upon a beautiful woman is dormant.

"Whatever you do to me I am cursed with not knowing what you may do to Zyna which I cannot let come to pass."

"I am crying again....."

"Let your tears fall and listen carefully."

"I am please go ahead....."

"If you hurt her I will make sure every moment of whatever state of oblivion you set forth for me will be devoted to destroying you entirely so that you may never return to life or death. If you may please simply state a yes or no if you understand this..."

"Yes......"

"This being understand I will also make sure you never ever enjoy or displease another moment of moments while I am constantly here you will not be if I deem it so that is if you choose to harm her in any way. If you may please simply state a yes or no if you understand this...."

"Yes.......you said the same exact thing she did."

His curiosity is this morbid room, my uvula and esophagus bounced information of a size similar to an evacuated schoolhouse classroom. My milk spoils with grief; what of the dearest me?

"I will treat you the same. You will take the physical pain and she will be the mental. Together you are unstoppable and we cannot allow this. I will make sure you are always connected but your misery will be alike in different ways."

"You cannot stop us from being together; no matter what I will always remember and feel her to be one with me. Whatever any man or subhuman may do we will always be aware of each other which is unstoppable."

"Yes.....I am crying again."

"Go ahead and beat me.....just get it over with."

"It will come but for now they will move the both of you. What of your wife?"

"Who?"

"I see.....the woman who..........she is mad about you; do you know this?"

"Must of been some kind of dream."

"What if I give you dreams and nightmares?"

"I will live dreams and nightmares."

"What if your wife was not in either?"

"She is still a dream to me."

"Do you ever sleep?"

"I slept when I touched death and I awoke when I lived. Now I walk this sleep that you desperately bid me."

"Were you ever truly aware of the life you came to know as being?"

"I suppose it was a dream."

"Do you think this is a dream?"

"I don't know anymore....."

"Now you are crying....."

"Yes I am."

Shortness of breath clogs his left nostril, his only outlet of carbon; somebody or something pulled him away. A cold gush of liquid burst over my lips while the rest of me slumped the same. A few senses spiral back to me as I lay upon a white floor splattering about a puddle of red noticing a face inside the mirror; she is my greatest weakness. Broken nose, twisted fangs, strange strip missing from my right eye, purple, black, blue, colors I did not know a body could make. All of this for what? Somebody please explain......

Delilah

"Is a man's strength his hair? Is a strand of hair an invisible muscle?"

His mane is a wicked tendency; being human is a trivia. Often I manipulate the brass reflection to thwart curious young women; we both mute insecurity of falling apart before our suitor's skeletal trance. His prance is a mad Arabian horse this long unbearable night of ivory clad virginity. I watch on guard wearing my usual solemn face; my laughter is evil amongst astrologically accentuated crystal roofed domes.

"Shall I call you a new name?"

"What might that be since my hair is driving me mad tonight with questions I hope to end as the ball we attend."

"I will call you Samson."

"I like the name but it brings me no such relief for my protein isolated reigns fall from the saddle once again."

Underneath our balcony of discussion I felt a despair touching the walls of jeweled tiles; a child found a treasure only for a short while.

"I am beckoned to the floor below."

"Be it so but please do return with my Beau as I am immobilized by drama. While you seduce her with my faint description as a favor unto me I wish from our milk genie a glass of linen soaked in plum wine."

One of our many innuendos we never divulge unless absolutely necessary yet even so we will twist mummified stories.

Saliva is a mystery.

"Sir........who is the man you speak with."

Her eyes blaze darkness, likes of which a hunter lights his torch with alcohol rather than kerosene; this night is bizarre beyond benevolent impish charms.

"He is Samson and who might you be?"

She is unlike most young women I do admit tracing a perishing thought receding into a membrane sparking gray matter with soot.

"You may call me Delilah but please do not tell the man."

As polite gesture amongst impolite hallways, I excuse myself to search for the handsome woman my companion desires. I the messenger of drama carry my long face yet I am followed by a peculiar notion.

"Sir whom do you search?"

"Signora I search for his Beau."

"The man you call Samson?"

"Yes......."

"She is found only by me."

Startled by her impenetrable stance I am not one to walk past youth; I can recall many moments of those who forgot me.

"What ever do you mean girl?"

"If I was a woman you would not call me a girl."

"If you were a woman you would still be a girl."

"Sir are you angry with me?"

"I am perturbed by the situation we all are astounded."

"So am I........"

Warm numbers entangle my five cold spider legs; a retort of remarkable remarks vibrates off a virgin tongue.

"Your hand is ice. You must be made of ice."

Tears fall a rocky waterfall edge; cracking seams hide an endless stream.

"If I am do you tell a soul?"

"There are no souls in this place. I tell only myself just this once and I will forget as I can see you are a man."

"Where do you take me?"

"You know where I take you."

"If I knew of such would I ask?"

"I believe you would just to avoid my final question."

"Please go ahead as I can see there is no escape."

"Will the man ever look at me as he does the handsome woman with the Garnet heart?"

Senses fail me; senses beget worry as I deeply consume my own flame inside to breathe words I now feel obligation to explain in detail but cannot.

"He will look at you tonight the way he looks at the Garnet heart without the handsome woman."

She does not acknowledge my voice for this statement; her glide attracts young men of brilliance even still she approaches Samson. He is surprised by her motion finding his arms wound inside the gears of a clock; her hands continue to tick. Realizing his shock for her unusual warmth, I assure her body's intermission with a glance.

Maybe I should not leave them; her inquiry is for him, I am no teacher for her schooling this semester.

I continue my search for a missing suitor; I rely upon a third eye as guidance into bizarre oval shaped corridor, there is a found woman folding one arm, another churns a bloodless color of crimson jewel precious for Egyptian maidens.

"Natassja please do come........it is he."

"What of him? Is it he that calls for me or is it you that worries for him?"

"Must you be so intelligent this moment."

"As every other moment with you requires my dumbfounded reply so you may come to go as you please this moment I will not pretend. Tell me what force brings you here?"

"You are the force and he needs your physical presence as a hurricane."

"If I am his hurricane will he sway as a firmly planted palm for me to entice?"

"As long as you do not pull him from the ground he exists."

"If I do he might enjoy the ride."

"Please spare me your wit at this moment. I need you to come dumbfounded; while you enter his aura will you act as though you did not see me with worry?"

"You ask much of me this moment and for the next moment I will ask much of you. Will you give this garnet to the young woman you spoke with?"

"How did you know?"

"I told her to speak with you. She is in love of sorts; still not sure who or what however this heart will be enough for a girl. When she is a woman this will be jewelry to embellish and then she may wonder who or what took her astray."

His fallen beads of a gypsy's belly delight sparkle upon her arrival; her breeze encounters a palm leaf sprung forth greeting her every movement as sensual fruit.

"This is for you......Delilah."

"Sir this comes from the neck which Samson kisses?"

"Yes......"

"My neck will adorn Samson's lips."

"No......."

"What am I to do with a heart?"

"You will wear it on your chest instead of in your mind."

"He delights of her as an explorer upon a splendid discovery."

"Yes......"

"Corks of wine bottles do not explode."

"No it is champagne which tingles the wood of a cork."

"Maybe it is the tickling sensation."

"The champagne cannot hold it's excitement."

"The same for him to his mistress?"

"Yes the same."

"I feel of much understanding now; I will return to the other young women as you wish me well. I can see you are concerned for my youth and how I may fall into emotions which you see as reaching mature. I wonder if you understand me. I will always wonder this even as I walk away you will still watch me just to make sure I arrive at my destination without trouble. You are a sentinel for a guardian but this once will you please look away?"

"No....."

"I accept your disapproval."

"I accept your youth."

Her prettiness is the charisma of a priest lacking a book to address inspiration; she is darkness a bat cannot venture without a cave.

"She surprised me........I am lacking of words. All I can say is that I lack of words."

"You also lack of some hair."

"What?"

Looking at his right shoulder above a curved trembling torso previously admired by a gracious Garnet's fingertips is a strip of rectangular homage we both missed; lilacs from the virgin field snipped his strength.

White Betrayal

Wives gather a circle speaking that of which I still to continuing day into night am without a hint or clue; I stand aside an onlooker next to my tilted interjection of a mate.

"What do you suppose they suppose as they impose upon us?'

Such words strike me as a gentle hand caresses my nervous abdomen sufficing guilt for a parade we knowingly participate shines upon a crease. An answer is another inquisitive nature unable to explore; this ballroom surrounds us, we are inside man made hellish glory.

"I suppose we will know when we impose."

Lotus smoke mystifies a crowd; he beckons chocolate of bloody boundaries to break open as a tampered flood gate, the dam is cracked.

"If we impose we will never return to this life we know."

"If we do not impose we will never live."

Black is the shade of shadows we dance as walls subtract our silhouettes. Rooms empty upon our quiet arrival; we desire no man nor woman or child to listen.

"Suppose we never truly lived."

"Yes........we must be quite a sight for their flesh."

"Their flesh is quite a sight for us."

"A tad frightening unfortunately......"

"I cannot recall a moment of fear as admittance from you."

"I confess........"

Stranger than any presence is purity; this world is a ballroom we delight chaos of music and garments.

Where is my obvious mistress?

"I desire chocolate as my dessert."

"Perhaps I am a genie."

"If you are a genie I am the lamp."

Little fervor wraps around my thigh; large chandeliers not quite as bright.

"You being the genie, please bid me sleep."

"You will when you realize how much entertainment this is for all of us."

Tigers so gentle when not much ado; Lotus petals catch a falling cub before he awakens. He looks at me as if I purposely brought our surprise to nap and laughs a famed chimney smoke.

What is this feeling of the night? Oddity is not enough for black the presence of all colors exuding none. Slightly disturbed by this newness I become old.

"May I dance with you."

As I turn to meet the noticeable spirit in the land of my dead, the theatre of theatrics changes into contrast as transcendence of a demon into suffering.

"I am much too old to dance with you child. Many a young man is here surely for your splendor. I assure you they will accompany you with....."

My trail of memory somehow lost the carriage to mudslides dampened with dying villages.

"Superficiality is what they will provide as an appearance. I wish to dance with you."

Scent of budding roses stings my nostrils, an undesirable enchantment, I look over her supple shoulders, a bouquet hides us from wandering eyes; the fragrance travels to another portion of our black celebration.

"You would give me away to young men? Do you know of their intention?"

"You are not mine to give away."

"You prefer me to be with a young man as you fall for appearances or do you desire to be a young man once again?"

"I must know you from some place; I am sorrowful."

"You are sorrow."

As we stand aback at her likeness of tamed beasts I am adaptive to her waltz; somehow I never noticed she carried my heels upon toes.

"You walk as a cat upon chosen surfaces. You look as a cat would upon satisfaction."

"I am never satisfied."

"Do you always look at her with such a flame? Fire is never satisfied unless engulfing an entire realm of disease."

"Thus fire is purification."

"Fire can be a disease."

Blue of my sorrow lifts an arch over a cautious marble which fell from a playful bag; his preoccupation with lilacs causes us both to be without rescue.

"Am I your disease?"

She giggles from bubbles forming amongst frozen Brulee; Sea of Japan is a spurt of laughter for a young woman with her toes inside the sand.

"What was that?"

"Nothing at all......."

"Must of been something but I will let it pass."

"I am yours to allow passing?"

"You are hers to be a flame."

"Then why is it you dance with me?"

"You are the man I trust."

"Then surely you will learn not to trust me if you rely on a trust unforeseen."

"Will you ever trust me again?"

"If you allow me to pass."

Hickey

"Yes could you please tell me why moi has pink blush all around her neck and collar bone while her shoulders show of some red tones?"

"Your moi is my Beau and if she desires cherry blossoms to decorate the figure of her busted profile then this being the case I am much obliged."

"If my moi is your Beau then you must be the lion of our den."

"If it is your den then a lion has no place."

"Not so entirely......he does if we allow him a place but he always desires a throne. I shan't bow to him if he is a beast."

"Oh really......."

"Yes I do not think highly of beasts or lowly either. I rather not think of beasts in general."

"What if you thought of me as a beast?"

"If I thought of you as a beast I would shackle you to the throne to admire my capture as I entertain myself as a hunter."

"Dearest........if you become the hunter will I be your prey?"

"If you are my prey you will be in my den but I allow you to be a free lion."

"If I am free are you held captive by my freedom?"

"If I allow your freedom to be in my den then yes I become one of your kingdom which I will not under any circumstance."

"What so if the circumstance is such being we both are lions in a jungle?"

"Then moi will be yours as a lioness to her lion and I will be the cub at your side."

"What are you now?"

"I am now."

"What of you later?"

"There is no later when I am now."

"What of Moi?"

"Moi belongs to no man not even you my dear King because she belongs to Moi!"

Where did this child come from?

"Come Sakura I want to show you something. You may come too but only if you keep your hands to your self."

"If my hands were mine I would not be a self."

"If your hands were mine I would be in ecstasy all the time!"

"You did not hear that did you child?"

"If I am; I a child heard all. If I am; I a person stand alone. If I am the king's cub then I will allow him to touch Moi as his lioness but only when I deem such as proper."

My smile is wicked with glee; this creation belongs to me?

"You know she is mine don't you?"

"Really......"

"Yes she came out of my body thus she belongs solely to me. You are here for her entertainment and my pleasure."

"If your body belongs to you then I should not be a cherry blossom tree without stems and trunk to your creme."

"Must you say creme around the child?"

"Must you call me your pleasure around the child?"

"You do not realize the child will wonder."

"You do not realize the child is oblivious."

"No child is oblivious."

"This child being yours must be."

"You can no longer come with us you stay."

"I will stay only because I am your pleasure but when you come back I want to be much more."

"Much more pleasure or more than pleasure?"

"I want to be your desire."

"My desire is your pleasure."

"Thus my desire is your desire."

"You still must stay."

"Yes Moi and I with much to discuss will retire for our pleasure as you remain still with desire. When I deem it so for you to receive pleasure again we will return to you but only if you are a king. If I find a beast upon my arrival I will capture you for my entertainment that being my desire for my pleasure and Moi must accept my decision since she is mine."

"I see........what if I escape?"

"Then I will be a hunter."

"What weapon will you use?"

"My heart as a bow and my sense as an arrow."

"Will you puncture me or mark me?"

"I will go straight through you until you are mine as well. As of now you are free. You will stay as we go and you must watch in misery as Moi is mine."

"You are without compassion for your King?"

"My king has no throne in our den as we are nurtured by his protection from the outside of our dwelling. Once he is inside we are no longer protected thus you must remain."

"What if I desire shelter?"

"Then you must fend on your own."

"What if I give you shelter?"

"Then the shelter you gave unto us is our home."

"What if I am without a home?"

"Then we are without a home."

"Are you oblivious child?"

"Why do you ask such a question of me now?"

"Moi left us to be of our own as she is now entertained by a muse we were unaware. Now who do you belong?"

"I belong to now as always and I will see you later as I join Moi!"

If there was a way to make this child oblivious to oblivion I searched for the rest of our eternity only to discover this is now. I must of swallowed her inside a crate of milk for broken clocks yet still she is a woman adorning sandstone spirals upon beach glass sadness while I reminisce Tiger lily foot steps climbing the lost king's throne.

Sister Marie

"Ceba.....cebal.....what is it again?"

"Celibacy.....it's the oath of Catholicism."

Slight coughing choking ejaculations of choice words stick inside my pipe of smart remarks to get this girl whom I adore as my sister to place her weaving steaming index finger in front of my face but I decide to suck it up instead.

"Hhhmmmm......sounds interesting......."

"Oh it is....you will see soon. It is something that will bring you closer to this deity figure. Which one is it again?"

He looks at me as if I am the glossary of gods and demons.

"Uh......it's the Virgin."

I swim inside her Everglades haze.

"Is it like the Islands.......answer me Butta!"

"It's definitely an island."

We are disbelief, not because this is an actual convent, not because she has no idea what celibacy means or even how to say it; we are general disbelief.

"There is something here for me I am sure of it; I must stay to see what this could be."

Gemini smiles and I frown; then we trade for another go round.

"Whatever is here it is making me feel a slight whirl. Did you pick that up?"

"Yeah I think it's over in that field by that creek where the stone shed is at; we got to check it out while she's still a virgin to the Virgin."

Sister unpacks her garments of black and red days for black and white nights. Is this really happening? We are suddenly separating; the shock is spring snow flurry wrapping around hills of palm honey dew melon.

"Well at least the outfit is somewhat reasonable; I can agree with the style."

Twins hit the marble for scrambles of chattering chipmunk lyrical snaps while Mary Jane feet march a pattern outside our rolling vision.

"My goodness......the little nut gatherers are early this year."

"Yes.....they certainly are nut gatherers."

Containment is a difficult scientific principle than first mental squander yet we somehow manage tactfulness as we successfully crawl throughout the porcelain palace darkness clad.

"I know it's got to be over there........"

"Yes well we presume it is over there because that is about as far as we can get away from the statues of that woman who I swear can read my mind."

"Listen if she could read your mind she would of fell over into pieces."

"This is true......"

Two wanderers of questioned gods arrive at a rock stump swirling metallic electric hues reflecting rainbows across our fallen eyes. A definite inertia gusts across the back of my hind legs; I am a ball of buckles and asylum straps fumbling across dandelions into a soft yet firmly planted olive tree.

"Is it safe?!"

"Yes......."

Tip toe gallops of looped dead ends hurl towards my pitiful stance; burst of berry bellows balloons from my belly while eardrums sound.

"You will now believe my dear comrade."

"Hey......I think we got some new threads boy!"

"Shall we quick change and strip for the local bovines?"

Two weary priests at first sight we jumped inside the side mirror of an unusually intimidating truck startles us both into recognition. Chapel doors swing introduction for the two devotees of fashion and for some peculiar pricking peony the podium tantalizes us.

"Shitte......shitte.....shitte.......fock of all ages."

"What was that sister?"

Newly named Marie turns to the side boasting the sweetest smile since baby food commercials.

"Yes dear sister we know it is difficult to curb such impulse which is why we are here this afternoon to speak with all of you of temptation."

"And......of course..........one of these temptations would be......."

Chiming in as bells clanged once for villages to feast upon the curious wine of unleavened flesh.

"Celibacy!"

"Shitte.....fock........shitte!"

"Sister please now we are in the house of assembly and we must warn you there are mysterious senses in our midst."

She nods her wobbling head admitting a bit of crazy for a nun.

"Temptation of the flesh is a wall."

"We must come together to break down this wall."

"We must realize that our flesh is a trap if we do not remove the snare."

"The snare is similar to the barbwire of prison walls."

"The escape is of the mind."

Whimpers of Karite butter wilt from our chocolate muse's fairy of Billie's Holiday.

"We must free our thoughts as we free our flesh from attachment."

"Right on Butta you tell them the truth and don't you forget who got your back when it goes down since we in the land!"

Skipping to our pressed bottle of fermented purple juice extract we are pleasantly surprised an abundant amount for our congregation of fresh newspaper print ladies Rosie the Riveter gave up the arm wrestle.

"This is some good shitte."

While we argue poorly rehearsed phrases, a commotion of wilderness barrels through the horse shoe communion as an empty cannon fires the final boom of lovely laughter from women.

"I think we did the work of the.....which deity is this one again?"

"I forgot but what really matters is that......."

"What matters is that we survived is all I am really thinking right now."

"Yes and we are closer to whichever deity this one was that we forgot which might of mattered lest we had not survived."

Caffeinated cocoa complexion peaks my hysterical attention; our dear sister focuses the oddly misplaced crucifix outside the guest restroom.

"Okay you get her going off about the Queen's bustier and you know......."

"I don't know if you should do that. She seems serious about this whole thing."

"Please oh please just this last thing before we.......please??"

"Okay as long as you quit asking me about......"

"So do you think your sister would like me or what?"

Somehow I end up closer to King John than friendship; his throne sits with closed lips.

"What was she thinking anyways? Her muffled chest could of used a snuff can just to spit it out. I mean who wears a bustier with a pencil skirt and wedged heels on a god damn holiday anyways. If I was the damn Prince I would of told my momma to grab the closest cardigan off the mannequin......"

"Marie!"

"Oh focking hell it must of been the damn stalk of blue celery I ate because I could of focking sworn the god damn cross on the wall spoke to me. I knew that blue shitte was going to fock me up."

"Sister!"

Momentary silence stirs a flushing commode; I discover my clumsy new elbow bone.

"I think you better answer. He sounds serious. I mean look at the man he is on a cross pinned with our sins. If I was him I would of already smacked all of us but since he's stuck on the wood like a pecker obsessive compulsive disorder I would say this could be extremely vital to your stay here."

"Well tell me something good because I had to lock my French lace garter belt with spider webs underneath my cot which makes me a very unhappy tisket this evening. You better tell me some kind of message which makes my booty a bounty for the local pirates."

Inside the swirling sink I see a pair of jaws gaping sharks to enter without distraction.

"Sister I want to tell you the good news?"

"And what would that be.....do focking tell me some good focking news because I been waiting all this time for the god damn news to tell me something focking damn good!"

"You will find peace."

"Really........."

"Yes.......Our Lady Peace."

"Is she a boomer or a hottie?"

My buttocks flapjack a hot country griddle, toes curl from the uncontrollable urge to answer, I choose a serious nature.

"She is dignity and grace. She is inside of all of us and soon we will come to know her as our dear mother."

"Where is Butta I got to tell him about this one. Oh no he will probably tell me it was another one of those voices we hear on occasion but this time I really do believe that was a real larynx."

Baxter

"You quite possibly utter the most obnoxious phrases I ever encountered in all my forsaken earthly adventures and thus far I can finally admit to being annoyed beyond the desire to live."

"Wait you forgot the part about his extremely horrific bad breath."

"Yes might I include that the odor of your mouth is that of which even the toilets of greedy men would recede into clay deposits just so the organisms that gather to create such a vessel can finally get some fresh air."

"That was not descriptive enough my dear comrade."

"Please.....interject with your unkind words......feel free to be as wicked as possible."

"Your face makes the sun turn around and spit at the fucking moon."

This might be laughter but the sound is louder than lightening thunder, might be giggling if the gnomes ate a whole batch of psychedelic mushrooms; we might be smiling but the pain of our cheek bones rubbing flesh is worry for our faces to freeze inside this position.

"Is there anything you two would like to add before I inject you with this special fluid I concocted just for my precious twins?"

"Actually there is something I would like to add....."

"Yes I would like to add to my comrade's addition for the final equation."

"Uh - huh......sure............."

"You first...."

"No it's got to be you."

"By the way did I ever tell you that I forgive you."

"Did I ever say I was sorry?"

"No...."

"Well I'm not so don't forgive me."

"Are you two going to go on with your bashing or not."

"Just inject us with the fluid."

"Yeah I'm ready for the shit."

"Oh never mind. It's only satisfying when you demean me."

"You are satisfied by revenge from being demeaned?"

"Absolutely.......it's how I touch greatness."

"It is not possible to touch greatness."

"Greatness is untouchable."

Discomfort is unable to describe the table of dissection. Unfortunately together we are unstoppable rolling beasts of evil coos panicking physical convulsions deeper than water wells full of man eating alligators.

"You two are so much alike but different in specific aspects."

"Really.....you don't say but you did anyways. What specific aspects would these be?"

"You both admire each other so much that you do not know the difference of your chemistry except for the sheer fact you are not blood related."

"Well you know what genius?"

"Did you call me a genius?"

"Yes well he called you a genius."

"Please....go on!"

Sweat beads of masturbation worthy gratification form while the fog of his presence is unbearable.

"I could of told you that with that microscope in between your legs."

A growl resonates the atmosphere; I desperately desire oxygen.

"How did you know I put it between my legs?"

"Look just inject us with that shit and put us down alright!"

"Seriously this is torture in itself. This kind of torture is ridiculous. It is not even humorous to me anymore. If it was not for the fact that you are as ridiculous as this torture then I would not be able to withstand even being here. If it was not for the fact that you used some kind of deviant frequency to blow up our sonar then this shit would be in a fucking comic book if it was not actually happening."

"Yeah! Bitch!"

We lost our minds from playing the world of appearances, we no longer know when play is over, we shall treat this creature as a viewing listener of many consumer privileges.

"You will get your punishment."

"I thought this was it."

"It will be far worse."

"Are you sure because this is really fucking bad."

Moans and groans squeeze from a bottle.

"Did you shut the cage door on one of the mice's tails again?"

"No it's me.....I'm crying."

"Why are you crying?"

"Yes.....why is it that you cry. I am curious......it could be scientific."

"Oh hush can't you see that this man is in pain?"

"Actually I cannot see since he has disbanded our ability to capture waves in light and sound for my eyeballs to focus."

Cerebral cortex valves open the emotion of lightness; massive pressure lifts from our cranium domes. Tears puddle around a man the Hunchback of Notre Dame reincarnated for a final scene out of literature folklore.

Amber

"What's he doing right now?"

"Not ever sure of the answer to that question. He could be thinking about change. He could be working on some kind of discovery. I never really know what he's doing until he shows me. I never ask him because I don't want to know."

Rage of impulse freed the ponytail from a colt's bondage; he rests upon a step with my blood of ages. I knew of him from rafters and events we found ourselves amongst crowds of acquaintance. Lotus from smoking papers fills his vision with tracers of color; ice chisels slithers for a face I will always remember.

"How do I find out what he's doing?"

"You must find him doing whatever it is he does....."

Mist forms over his finger melting the snow; I never saw snow melt before. Capturing emotion is not a quality I possess; contemplation of letting go possesses me. Some name me an exotic demon from books not yet read; some name me an angel from a heaven we never drift. Others know me by a title and so.....

"Kowloon!"

Sometimes I did not know that was me; was it really?

"Why do you call me that?"

"You're kind of mad if you did not know already......"

Yes I know of my madness but I did not know others are aware of what is taking over my mind. The invasion is from the world we live and the earth we deny.

"If I am mad then what does that make you?"

"We like that your'e mad so that's why we call you Kowloon!"

Somebody saw me smile, how unusual I suppose; teeth and tongue included. Corner of my senses shy around a circle to see her walk by; an enemy is chasing me, the madness guides. Brushing against my cheek is a mystery not of the field I wander picking dead flowers; this is more alive than being human.

"Doki!"

"Kimono........where do you come from?"

"From snow.........I come from the purest of ice crystals that formed underneath your sheets."

"Who is it that told you this?"

"He was a man with eyes like cocoa crimson and his hair twirls around my digits."

"What does he mean to you?"

"He means of meaning to me."

"How do you know him?"

"I know him for an eternity."

"Who is that woman that walks around the center of our ugly city?"

"She is the center of our ugly city."

"Can you find out who she is for me?"

"I already know who she is but you will need to find out for yourself. I cannot tell you about anyone. Not one person can tell you of anyone they are not."

"How are you so wise in the form of a child?"

"I am the form of a child but I am not a child."

"I am the form of a man but I am not a man."

Like magnets attracting for a strike off a match we both share words as music playing.....

"What do we do?"

Snow gathers her creation for the womb gratitude is no justice. Recluse crawls up my spine for a tickle; I lose the center of an ugly city, my medium for an ugly world. Hideous realms disappear from focus whenever she crosses my apple.

"Her name is Zen. Vic you got to stop thinking so much. You end up standing still and you know how busy everyone acts. They will start a riot just to make you move."

"Why do you call me Vic?"

"Because you will be Victorious. Why do you call me Braid?"

"Because I like your hair in whips of braids."

"Then we both name for a reason. Do you think the market has any cinnamon left for me?"

"The market is out of cinnamon."

"How so?"

"Because you are all the Cinnamon we need."

Wrapped in twigs of a vine for spice and sweet blood rubies a cologne whispers to me. Twists of fuchsia buds spin to warn me.....

"You will always want to know what you do not ask."

"Zen......"

"That's what we call for her as but her name is Catrixenya. Very interesting as we all know what it implies...."

"What is the implication?"

Fangs protrude out the mouth of a hidden vessel; bats greet me with serene laughter.

"The woman who drives the man wild."

Lost for contemplation the city is too busy; wings of black night captures me inside neon catastrophe. Gases fume from tubed lining as my sorrowful lungs suffocate man's desecration; I often fall ill from environmental woe.

"Hey!"

This is a name I do not recognize but I shall reply; any moment a person yells from a distance is for my attention.

"Hey I shall be and what may I call you from this distance?"

"You can call me Amber."

"Amber?"

"Yeah.....you know don't you?"

"What do I know?"

"You know that's what we will be."

Test Tube

This is my nightmare if only I can remember my dreams; If only I can awake from this state I live a lost life. Am I able to recall familiar forms? If only intuition can come out of the shell. Bleak waves drown recognition from a hidden lake of false realities.

A job is another role play.

Mice trapped inside glass understand the eye of curiosity; monsters create monsters reflecting the world's monstrosity.

How long we slept the moment we suffer to awaken; you are not what you appear but I am. I am yours to behold and yours to deny. Dreams made inside a test tube bid me mistaken identity. I am inside a cage with many alike. Several ways to commit suicide, shall we pick one out of the deck? I might be a royal card with a crown bleeding hearts for the kingdom we ambiguously abide.