Demolished

I never saw a mouse so peaceful; everyone is frowning but we are smiling. I place a jar of natural peanut butter next to him. The sequence follows single formation of farewells; videotaped wedding, smashed mouse trap, ball glove, can of tomato sauce, thick hand knit cotton sweater, bottle of NYC water, police officer's disassembled gun, moth balls, electric keyboard, a silk fan, scooter chain, a bible, microscopic lens, maestro baton, silver link bracelet with letter B for the center, frisbee, leather gloves, piece of Brooklyn concrete, pictures of us.

Katarzyna watches from a distance then walks away with a dog; Diavolo stays with her on occasion, whenever I am working "too much". Uncle Moe conducts the ceremony and Uncle Chuck speaks on Mighty's behalf. You Know Who brought a fifty count crate of tissue boxes to hand everybody their own. Calzone disappears after she leaves a letter inside his uniform heart shirt pocket.

I know they are your friends but you hurt them a lot. I will be waiting but only if you figure that stuff out. I like you a lot.

Savannah is wearing white, Diesel is blue, Who is green, I am black, Zoom is black, Mookie is orange, Pookah is yellow, and everybody else is grey.

"Must of been a dream."

"A nightmare."

Ice bolts me inside his apartment while hissing and pumping through the walls commence; I do not know if this place is real. The lock breaks into shards; a group of young men in white bandannas asks me to join them. We leave the strange empty building. There is a white truck with black wings scrolled towards the rear; I sit in front watching a bridge disappear.

"Was it an island?"

"Something like that."

"How did you know I was there?"

"A woman told us."

"Who is she?"

"Something else....."

Burning needle spit digs into my shoulder; I hit the dry ground. This pain is an unbearable sorrow and these people do not understand.

"We are going to take it out."

"I already did."

"With what?"

"A fucking nutcracker."

"What is it?"

"A silver bullet."

Creatures inspect me while I sit in a naked curl; I will never go anywhere with that man again. Where are my clothes?

"You can only see them when you're naked!"

"Fuck you."

Uglier beings graced my presence; simply another disambiguation of time itself.

"You're not that bad looking."

"Now we understand why you do those things."

"Why?"

"Artwork."

"What are you?"

"Hologram images."

"Where does your voice come from?"

"We don't know."

"Do you want me to find out?"

"We don't want to be here anymore."

"Neither do I!"

"What did you come back for?"

"Where did I go?"

Thaddeus attempts a daring rescue; he drives a car into a home. Women scream, children laugh, men prepare their fists, Zoom curses bloody hell, Diesel takes a picture with a camera Sandy gave him.

"Very high resolution. I got to hand it to her."

"Thad....."

"I thought you were in trouble."

"I am."

"You look alright to me except you're crying."

"I'm crying because I am in trouble."

"But your body is fine."

"This is not what you think it is....."

"It looks like you! I can touch you."

"Give me a hug."

"Okay."

Squeezing a burst of wicked laughter is his pleasurable glee.

"Why did you ask me to do that?"

"Why are you on fire?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"You are my trouble."

Uncle Moe is forcibly expressing a mouthful of objections for several customers who complain about a girl who works in the store and does not say hello. I greet them with several phrases however the one they desire is satirical.

"What do you mean?"

"Hell-go : Hello"

"How do you know that?"

"It can be inversed for the speaker or versed to gathering ears."

"How unusual."

"That is the nature of English."

Uncle Moe is addressing a group of travelers; they do not appreciate the girl who did not open the cash register to exchange large bills.

"Do you want this back?"

"What is that Jo?"

"A gun."

Libra is a magician for the courtroom as I am sitting inside the box of accusation; a detective witnesses for me.

"I killed him."

"He did no such thing."

"Uh huh yeah I did."

"No you did not."

"Yes I did!"

"I am going to get you for this!"

Our neighbors stand for the wooden construction to explain how they each killed somebody; whoever it was I doubt anybody missed him.

"He saved my life."

Quietness turns to meet him; he fears mortality for the sake of humans.

"With this."

A barbwire chain is laid in between a thick leather slab onto the judge's podium.

"Damn fucking bloody ugly cows give their asses to anybody who asks."

The cremated flask is an empty liquored metal donated by an anonymous woman; her name is spoken by a passer by who instructs me not to tell souls.

"What if they are dead?"

"Then they already know."

Reporters address me as Sir while I address them as girls; this angers them for some reason. I prop a door open, they run with the force of a herd, the building is condemned, floor is gone, demolition workers stand outside; I assured them no need for machines. We watch it come tumbling down.

"What's with you and wolves anyways?"

"I'm mad for one."

"I can see that."

"How?"

"Your lips are covered in blood."