Watery Worlds

Mookie watches me enter a country style diner from the right corner window; I dressed hastily Zoomy's white dusty jersey cargo shorts hanging two harness twine straps from the left button pouch, a polyester beige full button up work oxford without pockets from Mighty's assortment, black non slip leather tie shoes. I order a pita platter, garbanzo and avocado dip, glass of sweet tea no sugar; she settles into an adjacent table while I begin my lunch.

"Sunny what you doing?"

"Hey Mookie.....you look really nice. I don't.....we forgot to do laundry."

"Ya'll should start investing in Sandy's."

"....."

"Move over here with me.....the sun ain't facing you at this table."

I clip the paper disc inside double index to thumb, she holds recycled plastic diamond embossed water reflecting sun glitter as she moves, we sit together for the same moment; her milky white sweater dress is a high mock turtleneck, her shaw is an interestingly patterned burgundy wine, black restaurant business leathered sneakers wear her feet.

"I borrowed the dress from Coney...."

"Wow...."

"You're hungry...."

"Yeah....I'm tired of being hungry."

Tex appears as I lose my voice to crimson terror; he peaks from the side of a tube induced screen, I am distant from focus succumbing to a never ending battle.

"Vicki.......I'll see you soon."

I am unable to speak except for a gasping reach; I desire dispersal with him rather than suffer the unknown. Decay comes for me as I stare into an empty black sheet; I knock thrice from an exposed middle fingered center joint connecting a dying fist.

My Beau's neighbors assist me through a double doored bedroom of sorts, floored layers of thick linens, silk blanket triangular fold; I settle into an elongated position while they discuss further concerns with Catri.

"Hey.....I miss you."

"......I always miss you."

Dreams harvest my awakening for unforeseen seasons, this handsome man is gentle touch; he searches for faint tips to undo buttons and hinges of a stormy grey zoot suit, I tremble fear of losing him to blinding rain. Each gold three quarter waned circle slips through quad grips, sixteen links clasp his trousers, purplish night sting ray belt slides open, we undo ourselves.

"Big ones.....huge....they got these eyes made out of diamonds."

"Is this a dream?"

"It just rains for no reason just cause somebody feels..."

".....how is Coney?"

"She's dating somebody."

"......oh......"

"He got pink lights inside the back of his head. I tried to tell her but....."

"What about you?"

"Mine are blue."

"This is a dream."

"We ain't really supposed to be messing with them."

"I hope he cares about her...a...lot."

"He alright I guess. You dating a blue one anyways!"

"We hang out occasionally...she's my friend."

"That's what she do with him."

"I understand."

"Damn bog looking shit swallowing rested people's gray tablets."

"Huh?"

"Fucking big houses every god damn where."

"....."

"Peoples always be fucking with each other when they ain't supposed to....wonder if they ever going to change...."

"....."

"Damn fat fuckers...."

"What?"

"Just cursing about shit that's all."

"You don't want to order anything?"

"I ain't hungry anymore....."

Charles - childless man, extremely disliked and disapproved of by neighbors especially, ugly appearance due to unhealthy habitual practices, unwanted partner in every aspect, name associated with tyrannical revolt, great loss of finance and stature, delusional spiritual practices, oral hygiene is notable deterioration, end of existence is charring of flesh by mass groups of spectators as justice for tormenting behavior

"Can you name him Charles?"

"What about the woman?"

"....."

"Professor Aldous proposes the name Young."

Aldous - Victoria's Beau, he is an enigmatic philanthropist, photography is his essential outlet inspired by his deep adoration for Victoria, his attire is double breasted suit with elaborate belt indicating environmental artistry, additional attire is spiked or studded leather, he enjoys citrus fruits, he occasionally wears spectacles, he is Victoria's sensation Victoria is his sensation evermore, if any thus interferes or separates these two they will experience thunderstorms evermore

"Pookah...."

"Sunny."

"....."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm scared....I'm really scared....I feel like shell shock...."

"You're going to be alright."

"How do you know?"

"Nothing's going to hurt you."

"Tell her I'm scared....."

"She knows....that's how she feels right now."

"Where is she?"

"At the picture house watching a movie."

"Which one?"

"Juliet & Romeo."

Steph recites a dictation copied from an unknown teacher; I ask whom, she replies a defected astronaut no longer with us.

"Two hundred and thirty-two dimensions compile human vision, internal powered peripheral vision is a spectrum light cycle of five hundred interwoven sequential concave reflections, others are speculated a hundred fifteen nondimensional segmented delays...."

"David...."

"Their switches are one thousand and one compound convex high intensity interval intra....."

"Your tears...."

"I'm so angry Victoria....I'm so fucking angry for you."

"I want to experience this switch you speak of...."

"Only for a short while."

"What is a short while?"

"It's experimental....I don't know if you can come out of it! I intended it for them...."

"What is the separation?"

"A thousand and one....it would be almost impossible to...."

"...."

"Okay....okay....okay."

Young - superficial damnation; if to name a person the existence of whom is brief, extremely disliked for bizarre cosmetic practices, discriminatory fanatical belief causing dismay and injury to others, demeaning personality, end of life is torn flesh by spectators, neighbors, and any seeking equilibrium for tormenting behavior

Diesel's adorableness is witty humor I am filled with joy and pleasurable admiration; he streams a steady river of tears into smooth curves similar to winding roads less traveled from fear of being lost forever.

"Reminds me of where I came from....shit be looking like that everywhere....what you call those pastures around hills and stuff....valleys....that's it....that's what it is....valleys."

"Diesel I adore you."

"Those people are going to kill me."

"What people?"

"I know I'm going there."

"Where?"

"Those big houses Mookie talks about."

"Why would you go there?"

"For stealing a truck."

"?"

"Some rich guy's truck....I'm scared Sunny....I'm really fucking scared....I...."

"Sunny'll get you out of there if those fat fuckers'll let him out of that damned box."

"What?"

"He's going to need Zoomy though if those damn fat fuckers even give a fuck about anybody even themselves....shit."

"I'm tired of dreaming."

"Shit they don't give a shit about anything or anyone. They just want to feel big but they is big so what the fuck they're problem? You're going to be alright though, you going to be alright."

"I miss you Pookah."

"I'm right here!"

"Tis a dream Pookah."

"Oh shit Sunny I'm so scared....I just hope I'm in the same box with you...."

"I want to be in the same one with Zoom...."

"You Know Who...."

"I'm trying to keep it real that's all; I'll draw us comics of what we did."

"You all going to be alright. I'll be waiting for you. Nothing's going to hurt you."

"I blamed a guy once for something I did."

"So did I."

"I been in there before. You just got to keep to yourself that's all. Don't be messing with anybody or touching anybody....don't be making a lot of noise....just be cool...."

"These prisons here are very strange."

"I can't believe you volunteered that shit with Mighty....!"

"God damn it Sun."

"Zoom did it too."

"Very strange...very strange...."

"How so?"

"It's almost a community inside living quarters. I worry people become adaptive...."

"You mean like that's they home?"

"Yes...."

"I'm not down for that shit."

"Neither am I."

"I wasn't either; that's why I came here."

"The food is vegetarian."

"Not where I'm from. That shit is cows and baby chickens."

"Strange...."

"You all going to be alright. We'll be together soon."

She exits our loft for a silent evening; we gaze into windows and walls for innumerable moments.

"I always wanted to be a writer; think that lady will read me if I ever do?"

"God damn cows."

"I want everybody to understand."

"Storms they fear...."

"I'm never going to see them again am I?"

"Thunder they shiver...."

"I miss them so much....so much....so very much."

"Hail will fall upon their heads for bloody moor...."

"I will be here forever."

"Hey....hey there....see I'm okay....don't worry anymore....it's just an arm sling....it didn't even hurt....hey there...."

Vampire Tears (for Jared and Jamal); blood vessels unexplored by physicians arrange six tear duct valves inside the bottom lid patterning several prismatic formations which are reflective and rainbow shaded, upon emotion experienced by another as pure without chemical interference thus blood droplets fall, tis the sorrow of unknown worlds

Bloody sheets bloody hell this realm is a spectacular array of realism, David's anger was zealous rather than intrepid impulse, I walk through a moldy exhaustive moaning groan of wooden shackles falling into muddy decomposing ground, a ferocious cat in a thousand dimensional to one compound fractals instigates madness of absolution, damn he is a nightmarish infinite creature, he shall not die inside my mind if I continue; the door is a window to desolation, my sadness is wicked for decrepit earth, none shall grow here, the house is thunderstorm grey. Several beautified bovines proudly position themselves untouchable, their stride is a super model; I curse and scream noiselessly unaware summoning a screeching sky. Two people consistently act a couple I do not involve my emotional intervention; amongst theirs are others I prefer space. I go to school an average eccentric student, my name is Sheila, I do not partake recess, I debate educational criteria with teachers until expelled. I discontinue the pursuit of happiness. Treading abandonment I feel the sentiment of students, children awaiting return, David, Stephanie, Chester, Thaddeus contemplate their experience with me as an unfinished sympathy. I sit alongside a forsaken hill for an eternal moment underneath a single British tree; ours is gone, I am indefinite existence, Tex is not here. Vacillating further into man's synthetic greed I understand this is it; I dream of my husband, my boyfriend, my Beau, thine is him. Without I am as I wear a mylar suit driving a champagne single cab GMC sport side pick up truck to work, the local factory slaughterhouse; a simple button latch slices calves in half, I deviate the machine inside out while leaving through the delivery gate. I successfully sell the vehicle to a local irrigation technician, several possessions as well; jewelry, designer clothing, communication devices. There are twelve funerals seen from a far right window however I shall not participate. Six hundred and eight calendar days pass into night, I painstakingly undergo fixing the house by myself, a cat named Marsha is watching. Eighteen thousand and seventeen calendar days pass into night I am out of funding, neighbors contribute money for my peculiar skill of snapping inserts. My appearance is unchanging, I search for earthen methods cosmetically creating wrinkles and creases for curiosity.

"Your tear drops just ran dirt all over my clothing."

"We are all old and dying. You are not...."

"How did you get here? Do you remember?"

"I guess we better not talk anymore."

"Bye...."

"Good bye!"

"Bye...."

"....."

I disregard numbers for dates, I understand these to be without merit for who I am; books line walls throughout panels I assembled from replacing siding however I read each and every one. I am exhausted for seemingly never ending sleep, my will is without power, this frequency eliminated much of my peculiar nature yet most returned; I accept infinite depression and loneliness. Outside of me four students join me for madness, I feel them without touch; flashes of darkness kink this dimension into forever night, I am completely blind and deaf. My thoughts wander from pervading appearance, I desire death but there is no sensory object to commit; suddenly never ending woe awakens sight and sound, everything remains except for the cat, she is dead. I bury her for a tombstone....

Here Lies Marsha The Cat - She is my friend.

Six thousand six hundred and sixty-six sheets of blank paper await me; I shall write after I check the mail. A letter informs me of a political convention I should attend, the state seeks unification of every township named. My clothes are t-shirt and jeans, I walk nineteen miles to the commencement; not much ado I walk back to the house, seven dogs lay for sorrow, we live together, Ronnie, Romy, Jimmy, Danny, Bill, Ted, and Nehemiah, our house is cherry blossom pink. People come to visit me, they are a new generation of onlookers; we will grow fields of marijuana. The land flourishes, we start a clinic, the herb is free for everyone; my partners grow white and grey. Longevity is a stranger nobody cares for, I keep to myself.

"Do you like that....."

".....yes....."

"They dressed me up."

"There is a note on your tummy...."

Property of Us

"I miss you."

"I miss you too."

Floret informs Ruby and I about the B.P.L.O..

"To each their own but these guys will suffer your woe."

Diesel erects mock imprisonment for future interpretation; he is preparing himself. You Know Who does the same, after which they put the two compartments together switching rounds.

"You guys be the prison guards."

"No thanks...."

"What if you got to know how to act like one?"

"Why?"

"For those god damn fat fuckers. Do it for me."

Mookie trains us for a duration; I repeated the word dream seven hundred moments.

I feel to be done with all of a world I am unknown, I let go of my students, I adore them always; dreaming of a dreamy boy I drift, I shall be married no matter what may. My bovine neighbors warm a presence, we become friends. Marijuana and hemp sprouts for livelihood, I run through the irrigation streets of a green fingered field. I bury seven dogs next to the cat.

Here Lies Marsha's Friends - They are dogs.

I forgot myself to forget a self and I sit alone again falling asleep inside a van; we use the vehicle to transport marijuana for whom needs. A dream gathers me for a driver, he is singing Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire; we stop at a lake destination I never knew existed.

"I went down down down...."

"Where?"

"To a burning ring of fire...."

"Is this a dream?"

"You ain't so bad. I'm a going to walk into the lake."

"Why?"

"Cause that's where I belong!"

"I don't understand."

"Maybe you never will. I hope you enjoyed the song....so long!"

Mookie is a strict orderly instructor; she is the principal of principles.

"That's not all Sun. You got lot's more to figure out."

"Diesel...."

"This is the greatest sorrow I ever experienced."

"I need you."

"It's the one inside San Antonio wherever the hell that is....."

"How did you know?"

"Some lady told me. She's sitting right there talking."

"That happened to me before."

"Probably happens to everyone."

"What a strange dream...."

"He's my little brother! That's why!"

"Diesel...."

"He's going to come and see me. Isn't that right?"

"What will your name be?"

"Samuel."

"Your last name?"

".....she stopped talking....."

"God damn it. How am I going to find you?"

"You's got to find them fat fuckers Sun. They know some god damn crazy shit."

"What?"

"God damn it. Now I know why you get them headaches Sun."

"Where's Mighty?"

"He at work."

"He's always at work."

"You too!"

"I miss him."

"He sure as hell started a mess inside that damn prison."

"He didn't even do anything!"

"He did something we ain't found out yet!"

"I'm going to remember you Zoom."

"When will you get out of there?"

"I'm going to fight one of the prison guards and kill him."

"Don't kill him."

"Why not?"

"What if I am one of them?"

"Not there Sun. You doing that for yourself."

"What?"

"Sun it's karma....like You Know Who says....karma...."

"Why would you kill him?"

"For you."

"Why?"

"He's that motherfucker who was going to hurt you inside that damn house!"

"How?"

"He was going to break in there and fuck with you!"

"Sun he got a fucking gun."

"How am I going to meet him?"

"Fucking fat fuckers going to get what's coming to them. God damn fat people is going to die..."

"That's how Sun."

"This is a nightmare."

"He's some weird looking motherfucker.....they call him Dustin or some shit like that."

"Why is he a prison guard?"

"He ain't Sun! He an actor!"

"What?"

"Shit man!"

"God damn it Sun you pissing me off!"

"How doesn't he know?"

"God damn it go with Zoom for a while! We going to talk about you while you gone so get over it."

"Mookie....how many actors are there going to be?"

"They going to surprise you with fourteen but they all going to get what's coming to them."

"Get what?"

"What's coming to them!"

"Shit! I'm fucking crazy!"

"Sun...."

"Zoomy!"

"I'm not dreaming am I...."

"....."

"Get out of here!"

Fire escape stairs roll into the front street to land on two bare feet.

"Zoom I just dreamed...."

"Why are they laughing up there?"

"I never heard Diesel be so...."

"Joyous...."

"I'm going to forget this happened."

"I know you hear me down there! You's going to remember everything!"

"Damn Zoom...."

"Sunny I'm scared."

"I am too."

Unfortunately the driver decides to release the brakes, he sinks into a shallow embankment; I stand alone, I know not where I am. The water reminds me of someone, the sand is a genie I used to be; there is a man watching bubbles, I am doing the same.

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi...."

"Hi..."

Thirteen....

"Victoria!"

"Steph I had the strangest dream."

"It works."

"Very vivid...."

"It works really well."

"It felt so real."

"God damn it David....I hope you don't remember how to do that."

"I wonder if I will remember; I wish I could write it down but there is so much on my mind...."

"Those kids helped me design it."

"Simon and Simone?"

"Yeah...."

"Did they know?"

"It was their idea."

"God damn it Sun....god damn it....god damn it....promise me if they try making you a fat fucker you's going to beat it!"

"Sunny I miss you. I will miss you even more."

Samuel - awaiting justice from The Queen of The Damned, his essence protects her from harm, he is her loyalty evermore, he is a well spoken man, special participant, he is damned by blind vigilance however freed by intelligence, he is The Queen's aspiration, he is brilliance