Stalin's Staple

Fractals confess of me as I am exiled from a presence reduced to radio batteries; a digital beep summons me to perform for the man, he does not know what I am. Age defines somebody else; I do not recognize any other than a lost self scattered into blood demons.

"Mama what kind of car is this?"

"It's pink."

"What's the name of it?"

"It has a platinum horse on the hood."

"It's really fast."

"Did you see those lights?"

"It was nothing."

"Okay."

"Does papa know about this?"

"He does now."

"How?"

"You just told him."

"Oh."

"There's a voice communicator inside the dash."

"How much did this cost?"

"What?"

"You didn't pay for it."

"Not exactly."

"They gave it to you."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I would like to know this as well."

"Something about a series of commercials for Eastern Europe and Asia."

"Did you already do it?"

"Yes."

"Papa are you okay?"

"What were you wearing?"

"A band aid."

"And....."

"The car is pink, husband!"

"What does the horse look like?"

"Very exotic and sensual."

"He's laughing....."

"You can drive it if you want."

"I rather have my wife than a car."

"I don't know if I feel the same way about her."

"Mom what is the name of the freaking car?"

"It starts with a M."

"What does the name mean?"

"They named it after Ruby."

"Did he see it?"

"He has a baby blue one."

"How did he get it?"

"He gave me the band aid."

"What did the band aid look like?"

"It's red like Ruby."

"Where was it?"

"It's pink."

"Hey lady! Your car is pink!"

"Wow look a pink fucking car!"

"What does it say on the side of it?"

"Hey lady what does the signature say?"

"There's a signature?"

"Maserati! What does it mean?"

"It has something to do with a brilliant rooster."

"A cock?"

"You didn't hear that did you child?"

"Do you think she heard us Papa?"

"I don't even want it anymore."

"Where are we?"

"There is a sign."

"Missouri."

"Rolf I don't know where I am."

"How did you get there?"

"The clock stated seven and now eight."

"It looked like a box with a hook when we left."

"Six?"

"Okay so what does this have to do with how we got here?"

"Amethyst!"

"Yazzy, are you in Missouri?"

"Yes."

"Is there a child with you?"

"Yes."

"Does she ask you all sorts of questions."

"Yes!"

"What do you put in that automatic valve thing underneath the wing thing."

"Something scientific."

"Nitrous...."

"Oxide."

"Oh......"

"Where do we get that?"

"I saw a chemical plant on the way over here."

A polite British police officer speaks with me about rules and regulations for highway safety. I ask him why we do not drive on the left; he told me such is not an American right. I ask him how can it be wrong; he says it is religious influence of law, I wear his uniform home. Avitas and Sin are cunning sibling rivalry tuning the channel right to left until counterclockwise spins a fragile needle on the skipping record.

"Papa is making out with a cop."

Chester is yelling at me to stop; I cloak him at a thirty-three degree angle as I turn the cat's walk. Purple crush metallic covers a mug I resist the urge to strangle with a leather boa constricted of python duality. Strike one, seven more until I become an oven stuffed bun.

"I don't think she can hear me."

Rolf and I listen through a megaphone Gilbert our chaotic hero constructed from silicone breasts. We are undersea turmoil washing away bodies for men and women to demolish with terrible eyesight; if ever we swim to the shore an hour glass will make us suffer centuries of tragic love stories.

"You will see them again but we apologize. You will not recognize either of them. Both of them will be.....different."

"What do you mean?"

"What did you do to them?"

"He's a skeleton and she's a whale."

"What a handsome couple."

"We're showing off for a round clock."

"How much longer you got?"

"Thirty seconds....."

"I got a camera."

"Go for it but we are not public for affection."

"How did you find each other."

"This is our secret meeting place."

"There's a gun on the table."

"Hurry....."

Ten.....

Amber's children please me deliberately; I watch them paint the portrait of madness.

Nine.....

Tusk introduces me to blood, three of a kind, two alike, one is mine.

Eight.....

Poisonous spiders crawl my spine to tingle giggles while I choke android concoction of paranoid schizophrenia; I will never be the same mind.

Seven.....

The last vial in a series underneath an acid sheet laying upon Baxter's work table; secretion of chemicals are momentary woe of emotion to join another race I follow.

Six.....

Bats hang from the ceiling to complete me.

Five.....

Eyelashes hang from Dolly's mirror; prison guard boy gave me a key to search the balcony window.

Four.....

Fired silver slivers of hatred missing my chest.

Three.....

Men hang from a railing while a woman checks herself.

Two.....

Fingers form a famous creed.

One.....

Hits me in my right shoulder; I scream bloody hell after seeing the sharp nail inside my neighbor's hand.

Nine nine nine is engraved pure silver; a cross in between each.