Mad

Pass to regret the last; momentary stupidity of man. Will we always be dumb; do we notice?

I rage of hanging arms; hanging gardens fall apart. Cold bodies shock occurrence. My madness is a wretch of duality somewhat calm from sleepiness; I am physically exhausted.

"What will you do then? What will do when all is gone? When everyone has left? You will be nothing!"

"Just like you; is that what you want?"

Tears of misunderstanding; men and women difficult to behold is madness unknown.

"They are upset for what they do not have so they will try with great exertion to be a power of some sort....."

Baxter is a pawn shop tool at this pointed needle I care not to abuse. I never thought of him as ugly; his involvement is ugly. He is of the better looking humans we come across; his hygiene is superb. He is the master of deceptive disgust; we perceive what we want. If one desires to see an ugly man they shall; mistaken power is revenge. This I learn after falling for his pranks. I do not like or dislike him; somewhere he exists.

"Your wife will find another husband and she will think of you as dead. Your husband will find another wife and he will think of you as dead."

This phrase does not bother me; process of which sickens me.

"Is she alright?"

My wicked laughter doubles an echo across the room, the pentagram missing a loop; I am clueless as to what is funny.

"Your children will despise you."

Another set of words with little meaning unless accomplished by confusion.

"Baxter......."

"Yes......"

He calls me an anatomical name for the small and feminine; he does so thirteen moments.

"If you can leave me a hint I will give you the clue."

"Got you...."

How do I only remember my twin and woman of blue amber dreams?

"You will most likely only be able to immediately recall your twin and woman for whom you live."

"Why is that?"

"Those mean of your existence; you will remember your spouse as well intermittently."

"How can I forget her?"

He shakes his disillusioned head frightening his blind devotion.

"She will remember you but I fear without any emotion."

"Then she might as well forget...."

"That's how she will forget everything."

"What becomes of 'them'?"

I sit across a folding table; he peers at our swollen eyes. We switch for speech; he assures our appearance will return.

"Yes what does become of 'them'?"

He is wicked; a deviant child's burst of frustrating circulation. His neck is angst purple, his body locks sensitivity; vultures squawk.

"They will get what they deserve."

"You will be guilt by association..."

We reply at once; he changes the subject.

"What entertains me the most of you two is when you verbally compliment each other and then proceed to preen. I think it is grand; you must always do this no matter what."

I infatuate the volume of his mane; he flips mine to the other side. We coo admiration; someone is watching.

"What was that you just said?"

He laughs and noiselessly sips a cup of Earl Grey room temperature tea; he is distant from styrofoam cracking as he wanders into another existence.

"I wonder what did become of them."

We toss feverish blankets reminiscing virginity lest we forget continuing virgins.

I search fond memory, discomforting twist of his face finds me; I can feel his blood is undeniably red. Smiles of sentimental tears I cannot resist; hell's sake, who is this man?

Childhood companions disappear, animals shunned as friends; electricity of sorrow conducting my head.

Heaven to admire hell's desire; I am stuck on earth.

"We must now vow to lose our virginity at the same moment."

"Yes but very far apart...."

"Yes indeed......"

"By the way did I ever tell you how much I adore your hair and how gorgeous you appear?"

"Did I ever tell you that you are the magnet of the poles which I am the North you are the South so that we may trade places on the same route?"

"I cannot live without you."

"I cannot die without you."

"You are better than rain."

"You are better than skateboards."

"You are better than lingerie."

"You are better than black on a Sunday."

"I want to give you a hug but I don't want to be a poof."

"Let's be poofs for a puff of glitter!"

We embrace; onlookers giggle.