Widow Maker

"How did your husband die?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Isn't that why you wear black?"

Sorrow has no color; there is no proper attire for death. I am wearing nothing at all not even flesh. Verda is a mylar suit from head to toe with a plexi glass shield for a face; this spares contemplation of my eyes the thought of her appearance. Chasity is a black Hugo Boss double breasted suit coat over her shoulders exposing a sliver of white lace teddy corset matching below the waist cincher suspended with vinyl straps, white high knee stockings which slip without a garter belt and Nike Air Force One sneakers.

"I wear black for you..."

"Why for me?"

"Why not for you?"

Various fetish clad vinyl women strip the handsome man naked.

"I want you to meet somebody..."

"Brad I am in an awful mood; I shan't be much for company."

"You will like him..."

"Him?"

"Yes, he's got sandy blonde wild hair and blue..."

"I'm ready where is he?"

Singing through the basement of a morose mansion covered in pine fir falling through gutless gutters is a voice dark as abysmal ocean volcanoes. His nudity is not shame rather humility for sanity's sake; he stands with designer clothing from the depths of formation. Kissing You is the ballad, object of affection dead, I am witness, astonishing women, Chasity shaking her head gesturing extreme disapproval, Verda greener than ever.

"Oni put me down!"

"Zyna I am not done yet!"

"What is the purpose of you spinning me around above your head?"

"I am proving my strength!"

"I am about to prove your weakness!"

Pair of gray UGG shearling suede boots flattens the snow under my curious muscular demonstration.

"Aren't you the slightest bit insecure about your armpits?"

"What about them?"

"You do get a tad musky when you do things like that..."

"I do?"

Lifting up my massive guns of mini weaponry I thoroughly examine the white tee angles of my appendages; just a little damp, I do not understand what she is concerned about....

"Kat! Come on you're going to mess up his pants and you know we got to shoot this thing before the alley opens for the awards ceremony...."

"Save me!"

"I am not done yet..."

My sides are aching from tremors of the quickest digits on a calculator; this equation is about to burst my pot leaf boxer shorts through the back of these Evisu jeans I must return to Bloomingdale's before the mannequin realizes it's genitalia showcases exhibition of ambiguous plastic people parts; he is next to a lady in Anna Sui formal, she might be offended.

"I'm weak..."

"I'm done..."

"You look beautiful in your Alexia Admor sequin royal asymmetrical mini...."

"Was it necessary to pick the one in the case reserved for VIP customers?"

"Yes..."

"You do not know how I feel wearing this..."

"You should feel gorgeous; you look incredible..."

"You can't touch me anymore. This needs to go back just as we got it and you need to stop charming me into predicaments such as this..."

"This is what we must finish before we join the audience."

"We will be crawling won't we?"

"Yeah..."

"Crawl and beg for your wife! Maybe then I will reconsider!"

Voulez is a red furn with Verda spikes; she is the ringleader of plastic pussy porpoises jumping about outside a pool of liquid evaporation which churns bubbles from a concrete gap; tube elbows from sink to seat connected with copper conductive wires resembling penny knuckles coils each white underground pump mazing to a hideous galvanized steel engine labyrinth with a single cubed exhaust facing a vacuum which ports steam for a sauna inside the house.

"I want to see you two together. This is not how I wanted to see it happen...."

Chasity is looking at me; nobody else is paying her much attention, everyone writes her off the list of awareness, how foolish I think to myself as I speak for possibilities endless of beginnings.

"Will you wear black for us so we know it is you?"

"Yes I will......I will be black as night for you and your husband."

"Pantera this is Rolf..."

Brad is overjoyed; neither of us ever saw this side of him, always the petrified tree without branches in the darkest cemetery corner. He is gazing back to forth for the wolf and panther to perform an action we are contemplating deeply.

"Will you just kiss already!"

Cindy is a giggle which possessed the form of woman; she is a dove watching lovers under her tree constipating a cynic in bowels of seeds. They will repeat words without emotion from the imitation of social sexuality for the mindless show of bird cages while shit falls on their heads.

"I want to see you two kiss; is that your favorite thing ever?"

"Yes..."

"Tell them why..."

"Her lips are my immortal; our kiss is eternity."

"That's enough, into the water; if you will not crawl then dive in..."

"Don't crawl, she's doesn't want you to do that and it won't bring her back. When you wake up in the river do not go into the forest! Walk down the path on the other side."

"What is in the forest?"

"Verda will find out for you!"

"And how will I do that?"

"With this..."

Gun shots vary in range of decibel; this particular pop is muffled by a pair of bloody bloomers.

"Did you have to put the bullets underneath the damn shitter?"

Her aim is Sagittarius' dark half; not anyone is his cheer this merry go round. Chasity is staring into space purposely averting her eyes from the man placing his foot across the line of reasonable doubt.

"You gotta do what you gotta do know what I mean? You really don't got a choice anyways......neither did she. There's no bullets left for me."

Neptune speaks with his head above water....

"Run and we will be at the finish line....."

Wisdom of the virgin is her indifference for that which we mourn without considering circumstance or situation of what is the becoming of man.

"The money is in the drawer underneath the left sink where you retire after the stage performance..."

"If you can call it that....I knew there was something in there....you better get yourself a dress to wear for your husband...."

Rolf and I are tangled in our clothing, his pants are stubborn buttons in my willing fingers, the zipper is a set of teeth mocking my attempt, we are stepping on his trouser legs while his arm is somewhere inside the hollow back of my shirt, we both fall slowly which must of concerned the duet for a look.

"You guys need to be dressed for the most part. We are running the man's clock...."

"I need to take off his pants..."

"I need to take off her shirt..."

"Okay this is how you will do this properly. Rolf you need to step back with your arms at your side. Pantera you do the same...."

The directions are easy to follow except I desire his body for a map.

"Now Rolf undo your pants; Pantera pull off your shirt. On the count of three you may join again."

"One..."

Numbers always catch me on the line when I want to get to the finish.

"Two..."

The wait is a faint I nourished.

"Three...."

We turn to see if Brad and Cindy are still there; another set is present, we understand these two to be outside of ourselves.

"Oni you're not strong because of all the tuna you eat or those things you do..."

"What makes me strong?"

"Your ticklishness...."

"You're not beautiful because of all that make up and dressing up....."

"What makes me beautiful?"

"Your strength..."