Stay

"Give me a reason why I should stay..."

"She's acting like that again....."

Brad is much too accepting of my behavior; I wonder how he is able to tolerate me at this point. I realize he has been searching for me ever since the silence; this must of concerned Cindy as well. Both circle me triumphantly exuding warmth of protection reflecting from within this being; I am pleased with their victory however I will not entertain braggadocio.

"If you were in the same position as me you would act as such."

"We did..."

"How did you get this far?"

"We were waiting for somebody to understand."

"There are a few that do; we will get by together I suppose."

"We want you to watch this video we made."

"I'm not much for viewing sorts at this moment."

"Do it for us..."

"I surrender....."

Cindy is soft spoken solidarity, her stance is lyrical momentum; when words cross her intellect she will listen to that which interests her interests yet speaks only for the sound of confirmation. I grin the crack of a coffin for her to intercept, hoping she will lift these latches for me to breathe darkness of our atmosphere lest I suffocate from the world of false creations.

"What we are about to show you will change the way you think."

"I seriously doubt that."

Cindy interjects with gentle curiosity; her voice is the feather of a fallen angel's travel.

"Why do you say that?"

"I am unchanged for the logic of man."

She is also a sheer linen which blood seeps through for a villain.

"Man is an illogical institution; there is always something new to learn."

I am without retort; she conquers the field of donkeys with mystical grass to eat.

Unfolding canvas for lens film projector, the area blackens around me in absolution of space without time continuum; I may indeed be suspended with stars for heavenly graces if I had not chosen earth to walk for the conclusion of my deeds. Pupils of unintentional nature are swallowed by the whirlpool of regret inside of me; focus is without thought. Figure of stillness is breach of video color on a white cotton shirt covering this hypnotic body; trousers huddled for rest entices the life of me to perceive the life of a man on this viewing screen. Beginning with feet, one is a slumping black sock graphed in neon green boxes hugging the axle of his toes while the other is tucked below; pair of black corduroy pants without ridges is waisted to a now visible bare chest with tender arms wrapped around a figure.

"I don't want to see anymore..."

Brad is the demon of theatre shadows blankly looking at me with a naughty grin; I show him my teeth which makes him giggle uncontrollably. Cindy is hypothesis of composition able to speak in a reasonable manner as to placate my wandering conscious.

"Nothing is ever what it seems."

"Must you be so damn wise..."

"Must you be such a damn smart ass! Just watch the god damn film! It was really hard to make! We had to hover over the poor fella while he was sleeping for Christ's sake!"

"Jesus would of been much more merciful."

"Oh really..."

"Yes he would of used one of his disciples to do the dirty work."

"Do you want me to stop the movie?"

"No......!"

"Then please for all of us and the cross we bear...."

"I'm watching...."

I sturdy my emotions to be crushed while a large bone which does appear to be human is the vision before me; rush of cool ocean waves carries a theoretical soul forming within the bat cave into a serene lagoon for sanity of frayed women to gather the self.

"Whose does it belong?"

"The one who gave you the scars on your flesh."

"I didn't care for him much either..."

"Do you remember him?"

"Not really....I can recall he was rather large."

"He gnaws on it..."

"He's sharpening his teeth; this is what you wanted to show me?"

They both turn their eyes to a fluffy blonde man hiding the side I am desiring to see underneath a naturally beautiful uncombed tease.

"Jesus would of at least moved his hair aside for a glimpse of his face; he is a compassionate ghost."

"You move it!"

"What if he bites me?"

"He's got the god damn bone doesn't he?"

"Okay I will move it if you promise to feed him; I damn near lost a hand the last salmon steak."

"Alright on the count of three...."

"One..."

Force me into oblivion with a whiff of roses and spare me the number of digits I was forced to smell that shit.

"Two......"

That man must of been the size of a hockey net; anybody who pucked him deserves the ice rink for a playground.

"Wait! Panty!!"

This is their nickname for me when I am listless as a pair hanging from a laundry wire across the balcony of a French maid.

"Yes?"

"Pay attention please..."

I wonder what infatuated him to do such a thing; whatever or whomever must be worth a damn or at least a moment of clarity.

"He did it for you! Three!"

Cautiously amongst my chuckles a silly stratus grey finger surely lifts the sand castle's door to uncover a prince.

"I will stay..."

Shaking their heads is a pair of parrots without the shoulder of a pirate to lean.

"Where is the kitty?"

"Christ he's asking about the cat again..."

"Well he had to leave there somehow."

"Maybe we should just get him a damn house cat."

"I am not cleaning up after it besides that I'm allergic."

"What kind of kitty do you want?"

"The one that is watching me on the screen."

"Alright I'll feed him the next round but only if I get to wear gloves."