Thirteen Smiles

Thirteen is the row of tecnomagnesio; black, blue moon, crimson well, grey cloud, rain drop, fuchsia freedom, Jesus orange, gremlin green, reptilian sheen, seltzer sex, sun killer, lavender lust, hypnotic chocolate. Somebody knocks a proper four, I watch a man dressed in white; we do not entertain a door. He introduces himself as the carpenter; I assume my husband requested skill.

My eyes are the glory of arrival, Lucidity's right hand is my heart, Tusk's left hand pumps blood; she is stingray darkness revolting ultraviolet rays into dismay upon given smoothness snakes discover the earth, he is boar damnation dispelling radiation for fossils to woe inside a pit of mountains, hills, fortresses, and forbidden landscape. Silk intimacy is woven into a hooded garment of shadows belonging to the two I am and am not. We are gathering for a convention of unconventional coronation, a New World's president.

Triple Dimple and Ten Grin leave us a signature letter inside the Sickle's basement; a hammer awaits justice for the deaf, dumb, and blind.

Yazzy & Bebe, secret meeting must take place! We think they are going to poison you with ugly propaganda! They will steal your memories and try to possess! - T.D. & T.G.

Trip Dip & 10, then you must find us. We are going to America. We leave you our agenda. - Yazz & Be

Renalto is the embodiment of soft spoken bursting giggles, I accompany him on a fishing trip; our traveling destination is an island assorted with various exotic plants, one of which relieves arthritis, and my unfortunate bloody headaches. Length of piercing annihilation settles above crystal water, I watch a belted tension release spinal cord extensions spring geyser eliminates shark infested anchors.

"Miss may I swallow this tablet?"

"What is it?"

"I have a headache."

"I do too."

"Does it split through your temples?"

"Aligning my back into dreadful insomnia."

"Bloody yes."

"Bloody yes?"

"Excuse my English."

"I will remember that."

"Synthetic opiate?"

"He gave it to me for my mind pain."

"Who?"

"Some man with a reflection circle around his head."

"A doctor?"

"Dearest me I called him a plumber."

"Not much a difference."

"Twas not improper?"

"Twas nothing!"

"Okay."

Three statistical chemise cherubim delight words older than new testaments, twelve disciples plan a building columned with sad inhabitants, seven ruffle quarter length oxfords discuss children amongst barren subterranean substitutes, eight sweat beading transits wobble silver plated geometry nine pallets express needlessly.

"Hello young person, you must be quite a being underneath that cloak."

One twisting rose vineyard creates a half skeleton dangling chains upon the angle of angular madness; children may sleep for resignation of resurrecting relapse.

"Woman! You are half naked!"

"Look at her man! He is too!"

"The child is a funeral!"

"What are these people?"

"Ghastly!"

"She is beautiful and he is handsome; she is beautiful and he is handsome."

"What you say? They are horrible!"

"I am leaving; now I know why they are here. We will not see each other again."

Silence is a miserable quad obstructing the abstraction of demolished wonder; Lucid is a soft serenity, I rest a burdened matter upon her left shoulder.

"Madams and Sirs, I must warn you these people are vengeful. They will not rest until death. I will see you again I fear in the land of which."

"Farewell."

Our mouth is stillness yet she is no inquiry for whence I exist.

"Your teeth are amazing!"

"Sir what is your name?"

"Clyde."

"How clever....."

"What do you mean?"

"Clyde is a cleaver commissioned from a silversmith."

"My favorite knife."

"Interesting....."

Avitas entangles electricity inside a purple garment; her dress is an understatement for innocence. I leave her to face our profile while the corner comforts a dying hidden friend; inside a black folded Buffalo leather is Amethyst. Aquarian splendor curates two bulbs petrified by an hour glass sandstorm weighing Medusa's headdress, she lays inside a coffin however I am somewhere else. I watch an elusive ghost drowning a machine for Jamaica's host; this child is her own until I come back to what I was not.

"May I call you Catilda?"

"Yes."

"What is this leather garment for?"

"The one with stitches?"

"Ears?"

"Did you see the canals?"

"Amazing."

"It's not actually leather....."

"May I have a piece of the fabric?"

"Yes."

"Those are very high heels."

"I suppose."

"Your back is curved into the belly; does it.....hurt?"

"No....."

"Must be from wearing these; you must partake quite a few positions for such to adapt."

"How did you know?"

"I've seen you before."

"Shit."

"Bloody shit!"

"You're terrible....."

"I won't tell."

"I want you to tell when I disappear."

"Where will you go?"

"I'm not sure."

"I am not always here either."

"Dear to us; we ride the same boat."

"Isle of the Dead; who rows?"

"We can share an oar."

"Parting is such sweet sorrow."

"You are leaving me?"

"I must!"

"Oh....."

"Do you write?"

"I always desired....."

"I never cared about anybody before."

"How did you notice?"

"From noticing you."

"I never cared for a stranger before."

"How do you conclude?"

"You."

"I am still a stranger."

"Not for me."

"For myself."

"I understand....."

Jesus disappeared; Sin approaches me with a recovered jewel.

"He dropped this....."

"Black diamond....."

"You were unsure of such; father said he never saw one in real life."

"This must be a dream; where is he?"

"Laying on your dress."

"Put this on the tip of his nose."

"What if he barks?"

"Let him howl."

Aborted fetus flesh is the tone of one, atomic artery shades the second, both color a pentagon marble finished veneer satin crimson for purple.

"Whose name is on the chest?"

"Whose name is on the chest?"

"Now we run until there is no end."

"Now we run until there is no end."

I cannot hide from my name nor can thine; whom I desire. Royal processions are garments for my beloved's attire, eventual paradise is a haven for my beloved's apprehension, mindless wandering is an existence for us to search for each other, incomplete is the content of our story ending the paragraph of half and half.

"I wish there were more people like us."

"Yes many!"

"A multitude?"

"A world!"

"For them to appear alike?"

"With unique beauty emulsifying creation!"

"Where will they come from?"

"Our minds!"

"Where do we come from?"

"Their minds."

Boat master is calling my name; nigger I am, nigger I adore, nigger I breathe, nigger I soar, nigger I die, nigger I am reborn, nigger knows me, nigger sings, nigger dances, nigger wears chocolate, nigger for me, nigger for you.

"Tosh....."

"Renalto, what do you call this thing again?"

"A harpoon."

"Oh.....it works."

"Sure does."

"What do we do now?"

"Walk away."

"I can't run anyways."

"He put a nasty spoil around that girl."

"What was that?"

"A cat of nine lives."

"What is that?"

"Nine tailed whip with broken glass."

"It hurts a lot."

"I know; I got some on my back."

"It's gone!"

"So are mine.....anyways we got salmon. Let's get the hell out of here."

"He smells horrid."

"He smells like ass."

"A donkey?"

"That too."

"The bearded guy rode a donkey."

"Nobody going to jack that ass!"

"You made me laugh!"

"Why are we standing here?"

"Observation....."

"It's dark now."

"He smells better."

"You ate a lot of fish."

"My appetite improved."

"We can't tell anybody about this."

"Not until we're dead."

"When will that be?"

"Whenever we start acting crazy."

"We will go to Iman's house."

"Zombies....."

"Zombies!"