Scattered

Shelved tools and wishful inventions line the walls of a shackled cottage left standing from a mysterious arson keeping everyone away except for one whose spectacles hang upon a piglet hook posted to a wood beam inside the passageway. I tend to wander as clouds spreading an atmosphere of my airborne forgetfulness. He walks past me infatuating a room between corners; I follow for what I might see.

I am an absent traveling wind contemplating time. I flip inside a bowl of milk; a spoon without floating grains to excite. Hickory smoke seeps into white nostrils; tis the fragrance of memory.

I type my dismay for you to understand; I know you are dismayed.

The house hides amongst marshy greens and molding trees; snakes writhe about exotic mushrooms, orange speckled white dementia. My pupils scatter circles around burnt edges of the foundation; I discover a cat like creature with a pointed snout. An electrical encased static jumper stomps currents; the origin is a hallucinative neon greenish blue leaking heat from a thick galvanized steel door.

I am an unappetizing bowl of milk tracking a military style four wheel roaming the field of my body; a satellite fused box wires our existence to sinister technology. What strange people I encounter; their hands are without flesh, their voices without intertwining softness. These people are not human; they fool their creator.

I stand upon a mud floored roof scrap with a pentagon aluminum alloy circuitry fuming distinguishable light spots.

"Why........"

"This is why!"

He is zealous thought; a discarded wine crate is filled with encoded books flanging torn edges wobbling a tree bark chair.

I leave his metallic wrapped brigade; I trail tears falling from his cheeks onto a goatee. A grey wool blanket lays underneath his bare feet.

Twin cylindrical formations rest aside each another; I return to the center cone of whichever. Each yearns admiration and affection; we switch often. I am armored fashion to greet our possible participants. The crew enters an open courtyard to speak with me as ours watch; I am the last to meet. Being indecisive all are chosen, perhaps thoughtless of me.

"This could be too much even for us."

"All are equal in talents and intelligence."

"Some will need to find another route. The road is narrow and the journey long for devoted followers."

"How are we to decide without trying; they will decide with their actions."

"We will end up deciding for them. You must know a few will need to be....."

"Need to be what?"

"Terminated...."

"They are not pests."

"That is exterminated; don't make me laugh I am being ungodly serious."

"I was not trying to be funny at all. This worries me...."

"Me too."

A late two join our conversation; a painter's womanly figure and a thick breasted hero wearing a suit barely holding his mountain.

"What is the worry?"

She is a splendid beauty and he is a handsome fellow; we smile for them.

"None Miss if you promise to be devotion."

"I am devotion to my self. I am devotion for devotion's sake....."

"What is your worry?"

"That I am not devoted enough."

He silently contemplates her words as his own; a man who adores a woman is her body, she is his mind.

"Now I am insecure."

We settle for the night.

Eucalyptus oil burns a pungent awakening fog for a woman dreaming her handsome Beau. I die inside his arms to dream; a nightmare of reality. Stuck is what I am and all I can be for the continuing moment.

I walk and talk with my companion; we speak of a departing crew. I reflect what I should of done when I did not do what could of been; I am a proverb of prepositions instead.

"I believe if all three of us are devoted we will be devotion and none will penetrate us."

"What will we be devoted if we are not devoted for one another?"

"That is why we must do this together."

"I will return the favor...."

"And so will I...."

"Thus you both will be my favor?"

"Yes...." at the same time.

A moment is short thought to be long; neither is right and neither is wrong.

I return to the man inside the cottage.

"I am done!"

"So am I....."

"What do you mean?"

"Will this invention of yours replace the replaceable?"

"Absolutely...."

"Then please do so; I am in great sorrow."

"We are still much more able than this box with an angle!"

"We are only able without doubt."

"You do not doubt me."

"No.......I doubt myself."