Name Calling

I am observing drunken diligence divulging demons. I am not disappointed; I am curious. Unfortunately naivete is obsessive misunderstanding in the form of innocence. This occurrence effects a gradual gravitation consisting of me. Dreadlocks joke for monkeys swinging from Jamaican palms; cantaloupes often crack over a thick cranium belonging to an uneventful young man. Her shyness is exuberant reminisce; there is a reeling double sided device spinning into a digitized remote control.

"I don't think anything will change him."

"Not even this?"

"What is that?"

"A wolf claw."

"Why on all the bloody earth would anybody do such a thing?"

"I asked her to."

Bianca - bride of the werewolf

"Do you like her?"

He peeks one eye to smirk a quirk of possibilities with his teeth.

"She looks at you in that way."

They are business types I suppose.

Chocolate dust is a rich lather for dipping skin however the property is unlike make up. Lucidity takes me shopping of all occasions; a bra is necessary for a garment stripped of architectural enhancement. My hand is clasped inside her fingerless to thumb leather glove with titanium armored spikes; cocoa doth rub off.

"Miss....."

"Yes?"

"Your hand.....!"

"Dearest me."

"I won't tell anybody."

"Please do just wait until I'm dead."

"When will that be?"

"She will tell you."

"Who is she?"

"I don't know."

"How am I supposed to know?"

"I don't know."

"I will remember that."

"It will be like a dream."

"How?"

"You're going to see me on TV."

The undergarment lays on the right side of a leotard; the lion embellishes a vaporized solution which creates waterfalls. His hair is a vain wish the milk genie puffs for dragons.

A stage is a gathering for witch doctors in venomous neon and I am their white-shirt, baggy blue jean, two chained peripheral precedent to precognitive preliminary precautions; people interest my interests.

"Living dead girl? It's you! Come to us!"

"We need you!"

"We want you!"

"Dead girl!"

"Dead girl!"

If I jump somebody might catch me or else I will fall into beer bottles and discarded ecstasy tablets. I am dreaming; I will fly without wings.

"Something is carrying me; do you see it?"

"Yeah...."

"Will you remember?"

"Yeah...."

"Everybody else is indisposed."

"Yeah...."

"What does it look like?"

"Bats."

"Remember me."

"Bats!"

Brad and Cindy latch a tracking device to my left ankle; it tickles horribly. Rolf gets a key chain which dangles from his belt. I giggle buried inside of his shoulder while a woman on the subway train burps the entire ship vessel full of sailors. A bottle of vodka rolls attractively towards me; the conductor calls out a regular sound of 'help me' as I twirl the neck of glass into a sliver of broken collars. Three sparkling twisting things wiggle about while I laugh tremendously everyone claps; I struggle through a window into a canal, damn it I know what I am doing.

"Pantera!"

"What?"

"This train is fast."

"There's something connected to the side."

"Rolf is worried about you."

"He's waving his hand at me from the head box."

"Alright just don't get lost."

"You put this damned thing on my leg where the hell am I going to go!"

"What is it?"

"It looks like a big fucking silverfish."

"How big?"

"Size of those damned cats I am forced to suffer."

"Can you get it?"

"I don't want to touch it."

"Shit!"

"I am going to grab you and hang you out of this window....."

"Okay."

Their eyes are black for comedic release however you are not allowed to laugh. We will take away your purple dress.

"The one with the corset?"

"You're supposed to be asleep."

"It'll be worth the risk."

Enoch shakes his head before retiring to a deadbolt room; I peeked during his grievances to see a chained guard hanging from the center ceiling and swords strewn about at particular angles.

"What is it like to hang upside down?"

I fall into a state of darkness; my eyes are envious limes. I dream my feet walk upon smooth bumps of brilliance, purple as night. There are several men looking upon me with concern as they acknowledge the unbecoming of compassionate return. I ask them questions however words do not come out; speech is deliberate delegation for an outside world.

They will thwart your attempts at starting anew; just remember you are not old.

"What am I to do?"

"Persevere."

"For Rolf."

"For yourself."

"Myself is Rolf."

"What about everyone else?"

"Without myself I cannot be everyone else!"

"We didn't think of that prior to this....."

"Prior to what?"

"Why don't you sleep?"

"I prefer everyone else to."

"Well....."

"Well what?"

"It's already begun."

"Will I ever see him again?"

"Will I ever see her again?"

"I'm going to get you for this."

"I know."

"Oh no you don't."

Brad is on a luggage rack attached to a Subaru sport hatchback; this vehicle handles me well. I doubt anyone will notice the peculiar box with weathered protrusions. My mapped confirmation is an odd corner house; the color is white and there is a porch.

"Bianca."

"Enoch."

"Bianca."

"Enoch!"

"I saw a pair of blue eyes look out the guest house window."

"Yasmeen reads books for quiet."

"Does she go in there to do so?"

"She is reading right now."

"Where?"

"Somewhere."

"How do you know she is reading if you do not know where she is reading?"

"I saw her with a book."

"Where?"

"Under her right forearm against the side of her abdomen."

"What was the book?"

"Crouching Tiger....."

"Where is the dragon hiding?"

"Inside blue eyes."

"What does that mean?"

"Exactly what I said!"

"Bianca."

"Enoch."

"Bianca."

"Enoch."

"Bianca! I brought you a basket of Brussels sprout. We will cook them over fire with soybean oil. This will help your stomach problem."

"Ursala I am pleased to accompany you this moment."

Brad is infatuating a full screen video game; I am toasting green leafy orbs of lemon pepper. There is a man sitting on the front porch. Ice told me to stop talking to strangers; I assured him nobody else was stranger.

"Do you always smoke cigars?"

"I'm celebrating."

"What is the occasion?"

"The Patriots won!"

"What did they win?"

"I got no idea."

"You just wanted an excuse to smoke."

"How did you know that?"

"Where are you going?"

"To the neighbor's house."

"What are they like?"

"They worship a funny looking skull with red eyes."

"I want to see."

"What about that guy inside?"

"He's asleep."

"He's the one who gave me the cigar."

A broken bench swings silently in half pieces from a bragging tree full of locusts. We sit upon steps planted alongside a creaking storm door. My palm is a chin rest while Vega chuckles.

"Lady of Death!"

"Say....."

"Yes?"

"Who do you suppose that is?"

"She must be rather boring don't you think?"

"Cause she's dead?"

"Yeah....."

"Nah.....that don't mean a thing."

"Lady of Death!"

"Do they do this every night?"

"Whenever I get a cigar."

"Lady of Death please hear our woe!"

"What is their woe?"

"A shitty skull with red plastic eyes."

"It is symbolic."

"Of what?"

"A skull with red eyes."

"Lady of Death! We bid you afterlife in the formation of flesh!"

"There is a child in there."

"I call her Mary Jane."

"Her hair reminds me of....."

"Crows' feathers."

"Yes."

"Lady of Death! Shit. I forgot the rest of it."