Without You

My burst ego balloon scattered confetti tabs of previously undisclosed disorders belonging solely to me; penny pinching, macho mania, media mentality, nervous nitpicking, soapy silhouettes of sad sensuality, cut cold, needy neurotic narcissism, freakish familiarities, paranormal paranoia, wishful wimpy whims, monstrous mediocrity, dragging delusion, illustrious illusions, polar physicality, mirror megalomania, yet to discover more than I divulge to myself whenever present.

Speaking with each of these in formations of bodies is a nightmarish sleep, all of which sought revenge by pictured pomade sucked from tubes then implanted into my brain; perhaps their demise is worse than unwanted birth.

At this moment any visitation of extra sensory provision is unclear by eventual mentality however the emotion or perceptive awareness taps into cognition for reminisce in the form of writing. Although this projection or image of existence is similar to changing channels with a semi digital switch pad; we may prefer this state to one of which we are susceptible to torture other than separation.

Dispersing our knowledge into veins of flowing blood causes us to be more of that which they do not want; this was predicted but clairvoyance is a lost art.

"How can you fight like that?"

"?"

"I saw you."

"You were asleep."

"How did I sleep?"

"....."

"Why don't you answer me?"

"I cannot."

"Why?"

"I don't know either."

"I will remember this."

"It will be a dream for the both of us."

"I will keep this."

"What is that?"

"This is a metal beam you broke with your fist."

"That beam fell from the rafter onto a concrete median...."

"There must be something."

"A souvenir?"

"Yes....."

"I will give you this.....give it to her."

"What is it?"

"I am unsure; she will know."

"Who is she?"

"I don't know."

"How will I meet her?"

"From this....."

"I can draw."

"Then draw me."

"You don't mind?"

"Do it well for me; I do not desire to be distorted imagery."

"How do you know I will meet her?"

"I don't."

"Where are you going?"

"Home.....I'm tired."

"Where is that?"

"Nova Scotia."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know."

"What's at your home?"

"My Beau and our children."

"How many kids do you have?"

"I lost count."

"Wow."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Then why exclaim for nothing?"

"I can't explain nothing."

"There isn't an explanation for nothing."

"I never met anybody who liked having kids before."

"I have many."

"How?"

"We shan't let ourselves go to waste."

"You.....share.....it?"

"I'm not sure how it works."

"How many do you have?"

"How many bones are in your body?"

"I read this before.....two-hundred and six.....?

"Is that enough?"

"For me.....yeah."

"Why are you crying?"

"I never met anybody like you before."

"I hope they are all like you."

"Who?"

"Tell the girl I will come to her when she is ready."

"How?"

"I am not sure."

"How were you born?"

"She did not explain that very well."

"What are they like?"

"Who?"

"The people who made you?"

"He is a sailor and she is a singer."

"Where are they from?"

"The Bahamas and Russia."

"Is that where you get your hair from?"

"The sailor....."

"Your skin....."

"The singer....."

"Makes sense.....will you remember that?"

"If I can see my self.....yes."

"Did you save my life?"

"Do you live?"

"I guess....."

"What is it like to live as you do?"

"I never thought about it before until you asked."

"I need to know."

"You sure you want to find out?"

"Yes."

"Will I see you again?"

"If I am a pencil for thine fingers you may behold me whenever you wish."

"What about others?"

"Give it to them before you die."

"Do you die?"

"I am not sure."

"I hate for you to find out."

"Why?"

"I do not want to know what this planet is like without your kind."

"What is my kind?"

"My grandfather told me about it before."

"What is a grandfather?"

"A guy who reads kids stories and tucks them into bed."

"Interesting....."

"He told me they come from the coldest place on earth."

"Yes....."

"He told me a woman with long curly hair and sharp brown eyes pulled him out of a fire during the battle of brothers....."

"I wonder who she was....."

"I wonder why we fight so much."

"I fight as well."

"It's different."

"How?"

"You got to."

"Suppose they felt the same way."

"He said it was because they didn't know what to do with themselves."

"I do not know what to do with my self."

"Let it be."

"I cannot....."

"Why?"

"I battle my self."

"Is that why you don't come out?"

"I came out for you."

"Why for me?"

"Will you remember me?"

"I will try not to....."

"Why?"

"People will tell me I am crazy."