Uh-Oh

Ruby gemstones powder the blue of my jazzed jubilee as Periwinkle for a twin. Love for my beloved is the love I give myself through him; I never knew love until I loved him. Other emotions do not exist; hatred no longer a conjoined adjective. How I feel for his blood as the ring which bears our name is intimacy of the intimate, faith of the faithless, fullness of the moon, brilliance of a fallen star, creme of milky skin, cocoa beans for chocolate bark, sweetness of wine, fermentation of security, defiance of a Queen, provocative for the obscene, Shake for the Spear, dear for the dread of dreamless dreams, faceless words for the victim, damnation amongst the kingdom, kiss of strawberry bites, seeds for apple orchards, ambiance of music, logic for the mad man.

"Neecee, the girl of my dreams...."

"Neecee, baby girl we never gonna leave...."

"Oh so sweet, oh so sour....."

"On our knees becoming harder....."

"The thing that make a man......"

"Blood pumping through our veins......"

"Make the crazy insane for the reality......"

"Dreams bigger than the apple!"

Neecee as we call her; New York City, the territorial somewhat political district orientated title given to Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn, Islands, and subsidiaries made Ella Fitz sing about the Lady cuffed with lily petals around her pit bull terrier points while the horn held a Strong Arm echoing "Louis!" down the hallway to Rockefeller's rocking fellow holding a Jay sleeping with big Z's while his lady Being a Yawn You See sat long legged on the piano for A Leash to play the Keys. Damn I miss her Sunday Newspapers....

"What you think she's up to?"

"Probably fantasizing about us climbing her tower."

"She likes it when we take turns on her."

"Yeah she gets all hot and bothered."

"I wonder if the chopper ever hit her."

"Naw we made sure to make it smooth like butter."

"If people didn't know us any better they would think we were some real nasty dudes."

"If people knew us at all they would know we are some real nasty dudes."

Is she all that as the homesick sickle and hammer reminisce? She's all that a homesick sickle and hammer wished.

While in the unsuccessful recovery process of losses we sat about her she kiss' roof top at the corner of an orange without the juice to color. Our comrade, which we will anonymously call Gingham as we affectionately clad him in such for his kitchen adventures, whips us the magic of soy butter with baked marionette strings as he warms up the ice box with Lucy's Desi.

"I got an idea!"

Munching the moist muffin we both decide our stomachs will replace women however our schemer without Ethel is blindly mature for this naivete.

"Mail order brides!"

"Such as postcards with pictures?"

"They will pay for our way to get there."

"Where?"

"The big one...."

"The big what?"

Nuns never knew they had a nut missing for the chipmunks until Marie chirped for the tree.

"The big apple....you know the fruit. The juicy reddish purple round bulb which hangs from the tree."

"Be more specific...."

Any moment to ask for specification from my dear sister is to make sure of clear mouths as the guffaw maybe so forceful any such will fly as projectile missiles.

"Like the ass of a damn fine woman in some tight jeans."

"How tight?"

"So tight you wish you was the pockets just to make her cheeks smile."

"Damn!!!"

Ruffling his apron a tad more than the embroidery could cling static, our patchwork homemaker is electrified by the sound of popping corn.

"I'm preparing myself for I Love Lucy!"

"You really think this idea is a good one?"

"Absolutely...."

Bleach is a gregarious set of extensions, black as a raven without claws for her companion, sand sifted dust off the canyon for our compatible competitor, and beef without cake timed the oven for American members.

"How much did you get sista?"

"Nineteen.....you two?"

"Thirty-three...."

All eyes on the apron with mittens for the bake pan....

"Sixty-six!!"

The going price is set; we are going without much left.

Naivete is a relationship we shared with her while we dream of another. She is quite attractive when we feel neglected; she does entice drama.

"What is your husband like?"

"Fucked if I know. I been sitting here in this gaudy dress with men and women in black to white dress; they confess quite a bit...."

"We are fucked to know. I am doing the same. They are grey with blue. The way I feel about this whole situation as well...."

"We need to contrast black and white amongst the grey to blue emotion."

"I agree....how do we go about doing so?"

"With red...."

"Red is the color of passion...."

"Red is the color of heat....."

"Red is the color of desire...."

"Red is the color of....."

As we disconnect for the scream both our massive plaster palaces of glass founded upon the shore of gravel sounded the sirens surrounding our views with speechless reporters.

"Fire!!!!"

"No shit...."

"Seriously what is the obvious of obvious...."

"A fire...."

"Obviously...."

We should of watched that damned television show with Gingham; we will always wonder what he giggled about.