Social Suffocation

Solid wrapped books stack an odd geometrical variety throughout red shelves; brown is a uniform study. There is a cup of tea steaming towards me; I am somewhat attracted.

"It's strawberry....."

My stomach speaks of woe; I sip genuine ripe flavored fields.

"I didn't know it was going to be so good."

Sensitivity sweetens my rough mouth from tongue to reptile tip. Desire enchants natural magnetism for satisfaction facing North.

"What is over there?"

I point a curved finger; the pirate let me borrow his flesh hook.

"Queens is Northwest; the direction you specifically ask about is different....."

"How different?"

"That's a secret place."

"What's the secret?"

"That's where certain girls stay....."

"What kind of girls?"

"Would you like some more tea?"

"Sure....."

One binding is left open before me; this interests my interests. I start reading.....

Law is mankind; we will never be able to escape ourselves.

"That is why I do this....."

"Libra...."

"Yes....."

"Can you teach this to me?"

"Absolutely.....I always wanted a student."

"You got me."

Zoom rips through a bluish lit reflection of pinkish grey tubed construction without emergency spray graffiti, bordering Cocoa Butter. He lands to kick jump flip a flip of Peanut Butter over a puddle and proceeds to excessively stomp the water bare foot while catching a wingless board. He tips his head for a topaz glimpse of me.

"I think I'm angry."

"I am too."

We both destroy the unfilled concrete donut until dawn.

"I wonder why they eat those things so much....."

"Think they get stuff like that for free."

"I can see why; it's inexpensive and unhealthy."

"You think people are trying to kill them?"

"Slowly....."

Flashlight spot scans over our heads while we duck to a roll into a scuff of grass. The sidewalk is our rule book as we skim through the pages. Sirens are rarely heard except for an initial warning sound; lights are a common unidentified flying object seen from alley fire escapes.

"Wonder what happened....."

"Somebody probably told them to come here so shit can go down somewhere else."

"They say that boy Abel stays around here."

"I wonder what he's like."

"I wonder what he's all about."

Pookah is tending a black pot over the stove as we walk inside, Toto is dreaming on the lounge sofa underneath an electric light, Mookie is writing on tripled parchment paper, You Know Who is nowhere to be found; fragrant coconut milk with sugar cane flurries carries me to a bowl.

"She likes that stuff....."

"Who?"

"Coney!"

"What stuff?"

"Coconut milk."

"I like it too."

"She drink it out the can like it's her livelihood."

"I like it with oatmeal when Pookah makes it."

"Sunny...."

"Yeah Pook....."

"I got something to tell you."

"What's up?"

"There is something in coconut milk that keeps you from getting upset."

"Is that why you're doing that?"

"Oh just tell him the shit; he ain't that easily agitated."

"Where is Zoomy?"

"I asked him to get us quarters for laundry. I don't know why Sandy don't put one of them machines in there."

"She doesn't want to get ripped off."

"Oh that makes sense don't it."

"Pookah what's wrong?"

"We think you got a baby."

"Why do you say that?"

"Abel talked about one....."

"Damn I need to meet him."

"He told Pookie what he looked like."

"Well I didn't talk to him face to face."

"Then who did?"

"We heard about it."

"Maybe he's just trying to scare me."

"Why would he do that?"

"That's what prophets do."

"What you talking about?"

"They propose possibilities in realistic form for people they fear are journeying a wrong path."

"To get you going the right way?"

"Exactly....."

Libra assigns homework; I lay a tapestry ordered through Moe's bodega on the ground underneath a maple tree. Sap is forming from a branch above me; the color is rich burgundy.

Institutions will imitate natural law for beneficial purposes such as; financial gain, advantageous business, personal vendetta, government chaos, mass interpretation resulting in confusion. The worst consequence of misuse is incarceration.

"You must be the lady Abel been fussing."

"How does he know about me?"

"He says he seen you on TV."

"Doing what?"

"Dancing with music.....you sure as hell do look like them."

"What's your name?"

"Oompah.....that's what they call me."

"He wants me to go see him huh?"

"He ain't certain that's you; he got to see you in person. He stay in that building behind Sandy's; you can hear those machines rattling through the walls!"

"What if I'm not?"

"He still want to talk to you about something important."

"Alright....."

Restitution is a worthless plea for any jailed person regardless of state or province. There is no fair conclusion for the mistreatment of man. We can only hope for resolution.

My belly informs me of our addiction to strawberries; we both agree to visit Libra for a fix. A note is left for our famished stance.

Something is going down; meet me at your place when the sun winks at Chrysler.

Maybe the Rasta House knows where I can get a few bags of sweetness.

"Leo you want something more than just that; I don't know what to tell you!"

A parade blocks the streets my bike is locked; I pretend to be a participant and break free from a crowd. Quasi is covered in baby blue streamers and strips of Congratulations paper. Streamers wiggle rustling accomplishment motivated by steaming drains; somebody is leaving and I never got to meet them, this saddens me while I ride through a recyclable city.

Libra is dressed in pink Juicy Couture on the door step; I giggle for girlie's sake. You Know Who waves from the window motioning us to come quickly.

"Hey EQ hey Sun I found out Chatter and Thumper left town."

"They took the wrong cab ride."

You Know and I glare wickedness for wings; she acknowledges her technique.

"I hope they like Pennsylvania."

"What's up Libra?"

"Your'e fading the track....."

"Things are going to change."

"We know....."

"They're after us......"

"I need you to know everything that I know. Do you understand Leo?"

"Yes."