Whichever Whenever

Step out verandas, blocks of ceramic, bleached white of darkness, pebble sidewalk trails, aloe vera stems, salty wind, curtain boutiques, bread for the streets, men in dresses, women in suits, women in mini skirts, men in shorts, bikini windows, garter belt balconies, sleeping to dream.

"I don't want you to leave my sight. I want you to be everything I see. I want you to be everyone I meet. I want you to be all for me."

Slight interruption of a marble slips a boot heel as I lean; chance to slip my hands into a jacket to keep me standing sweeps me off the rest of my feet, heaven does exist. Swirl of tweed in a little person swishes by as we turn our lips we meet again in between; sweeter than a cherry squeeze condensation off a frozen treat, this is it for me.

Encounters never kind find me wherever I think I am; blinded by the illusion I am entranced by the echo bounce of damnation fallen from cemetery trees.

"I'm married.........do you know what that means?"

"Is this your husband?"

"Hey look this is my kid....."

"That's not your kid....."

"Then whose kid is she?"

"That's not your kid....."

"We got a few; five or six....."

"You may either resign or you will be terminated." Quite literally it seemed....

Damn I must of said something upsetting; off switch for me, turn on the next dream.

This tenderness is surrender of selfishness, warmer than a geyser steam vapor, hotter than a Mediterranean rain with open doors, delicious as enlightenment for the sage of sensuality; if I can keep this I am the wealthiest man that became the dead.

I am the wealthiest man that became the dead.

"I want to be inside of you forever. I want you for eternity."

"The taste of chocolate never leaves me; I want your flavor everywhere I am."

Oval of the thing finds her again, the kitty prances the dance of a mini pink bag, back to the counter to make the woman's eyebrow spark, what fun for me.....

"I need store credit please....."

Pictures all around boast an afterlife hidden in dressing room fantasies.

"There were only nine? Could of sworn ten, not sure what became of the other....."

Far over the smooth blackness of the register she is deep into the mess; she is the chaos of undergarments, how badly I want her only a garter belt knows!

There she goes again in a biker jacket made of slashes, painted a pink split orb with crystal blue inverted tear fuming symbols of a woman whom she must be aware gave birth, lest she is not here; tucked inside the thick hide, she might still be there. I might be there as well.

"Does it.....do you.....does it...........hurt?"

"No I just feel light headed that's all."

"Wonder how it gets to be so red."

"Not sure where all the blood from my brain goes....."

Mountain slopes carry their bodies away; we are left in a state other than this. Must of been our flesh we witnessed as what we consist melodically mellowed the tempo of crashing waves below; liquid bats stay in shape for illicit affairs caught on disked machine.

Hunger for more I am not sure; how did I get here again?

Baxter's stomach is growling; this man eats so little he grazes a field every quarterly illusive wane of the moon we cheese. Munching heartily from the outside to the center in a spiral the whirlpool drains in his belly. I do not recall if it ever leaves his body; must be one of those scientific things. As he finishes without a napkin, a bowl of water next to man's invention, we do recall cleansing off our tools in it; of course he dips the remaining particles of consumption into the pool of our own experiment, the make up of permanence. Opting to change the subject we take the direction to the next on his plan; maybe this will become our awareness.

"What makes you believe a man will be smaller than his own self? What definition is small for your theory?"

"Theory for now, we will find out, I need to know and this must be done. Small being that which is dependent on what is large."

"Then what is large is dependent of what is small. The cycle of both ends is co dependence."

"Shit.....too late."

"Please remember whatever you did....."

"Shit........you both saw me right?"

"Some of it, who saw the rest?"

"You know who....."

Actually forgot for the moment; certainly not a surprise for me nor a surprise for you.

Finishing a hook through the mainframe of our deserted submarine outside humanity I am delighted of plastic's explosive properties; the meddle of Naturalizer bows to tassel soft bottom sneaking soles wedge on the platform of wheeling nightmares just at the moment I act the picture book part of an angel.

"Dick, I want you to meet Cherry."

"Sounds merry....."

"I think you two have much in common."

"What would that be?"

"You both go through the same sort of happenings."

Finishing the wormhole I wormed while the worms ate candy canes I come to an opening to another set which perked a perk in between my legs; this connection is made just a little chisel from the other side will fit all the empty medicine bottles inside. Gemini and I successfully contaminated the drinking water through fountains in the lounge of peppermint nausea; assured by disobedience is anarchy in the most splendid high marijuana cannot recreate.

"What did you think of our Cherry?"

"She's a divine mystery."

"You must be Sherlock."

"Give me a clue....."

"Cherries fall from the tree."

"Ripe as they come down?"

"Sometimes......"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You cannot pick a cherry."

"Why is that?"

"Cherries pick you...."

"How...."

"They fall for the right person."

"How does this pertain to our Lady Cherry?"

"It doesn't."

"So how is this a clue?"

"It's not...."

"Can you give me another one please....."

"She will be wherever you may go and she will go through whatever you go through."

"That's much better than any damned clue anybody could ever give me; still leaves me blind, how do I find her?"

"Through your vision....."

"What if I am blind as a bat?"

"Then the bats will find you."

"When they do where do I go?"

"You will decide together."

"I forgot what we were talking about."

"You will be bats and I will be gone."

"Where will you go?"

"They will take me somewhere."

"How will I find you?"

"Bats know things...."

"I will be bats; the bats know things......"

"That's enough Dick I got to check up the board, you know the routine. Catch you on the flip side of bat things."

Pretenders come in many forms I admit; if I am a band of frequencies then I choose to be legit enough to make an electric strip agree with some shit. Aw the appearance of things is the state in which bats blindly maneuver the presence of what may or may not exist; if I am not, am I?

Project the image, give them the sound they hear, show them their eyes, the part of pain which does empathize, the agony which does not sympathize, the deadly demeanor of a man half alive, the desire of a woman caught inside, we all search for the reason why only to find answers pertaining to the word "how"; such is the trail of science which leads us back to the set of morgue guests spending the night for a darkness which never rests.