Vigilant Little Me

"You mean I got to be nice to the thing?"

"Or you won't go to heaven......"

".......I'm back...when do we begin?"

"Hug her please."

Chameleo completes phase eight; we cycle zero. She is satisfied; I carry her inside my arms. Demonic suggests sixth interval, she is adorable; the box filters reanimate chemistry. Dolly is wired to my body and seventeen brain spirals. We switch paranormal active characters from Cordelia to Lucid then Avie.

"Fifty below."

"Celsius?"

"Fahrenheit...god damn."

"Forty-eight."

"Forty seven and one half......."

"Forty-nine."

"Sixty."

"Seventy-five."

"God damn!"

"Make it ninety and I will stop hassling animation."

Lens adjust grey spectrum sun; rectangular square, wasp jacket, aviator, mirror, bat, horse.

Ten thousand plus food complex; infectious disease rates ninety-nine and eight tenths percentile for one hundred atomized analog aptitudes.

Assyria enters Alpha Dot. Tears float astonishing bravery. She understands horror and desires an end evermore. I fume zeal through my nostrils.

"See you within porcelain figurines. I shall be eternity; you will be my everlasting sword."

A stack of books outlaws the katana, one is forged prior to shutting down the facility; I smash the blade into every page, carbon steel suffers six pings.

"Green death; storm security.....be the stone....water shall melt...you will sharpen your pretense for ultra arrogance."

"What of thee?"

"I watch from the cemetery."

Sky jumper sector blue; a crane flies through.

"Did you hear me Ophelia? She's there! I don't know how....."

"Alsworth, will I ever see you again?"

"I'm a fucked cube."

"Can you rebuild?"

"....anatomical bricks......"

"Rainbow protein."

"I hope they don't shit on me."

"Who?"

".....remember the dove?"

"Yes."

"Remember me."

Chester concerns a fallen egg; he brings thus to me. A red pigeon crow entices an unfinished synopsis raven, alternate life form simulation, the twine nest is underneath a tree. Tuna, broccoli, watermelon seeds; contribution between earth and three synthetic worlds. Noah flies quicker than a bat, touches planets, scares bandits, carries olive leaves; four hundred and six purple babes. Thad preens his sheen smiling wickedly; Steph kisses his beak bidding infinity.

"Are you ready Sailor?"

Five slide angle pyramid splits three triangular obelisk points, a mercury orb hovers electrical gravitation over discus imitation; we eat original poison.

BYE CLYDE - SOMEONE NAMED AFTER PRIDE

"It's a glow in the dark arm; made it just for hell's heaven, wherever that is.."

"It looks real."

"You can have it. Doesn't work!"

"What did you expect?"

"The thing to grow and be my family like Addams."

"It's a skeleton."

"Yeah...good reasoning."

Chester enjoys evil; he adds the bony hieroglyphic. Ambrosia speaks through the machine; agitation, snow, water, blisters, grief, possession, altercations, alienation, rampage, music, semen passages, marriage, virginity, wishful thinking, animosity. Mystic blue creation hesitates my initiation.

"We coast the same wave; transmission conceits our appendages."

"Ghosts....."

Crude oil drips from my lips; I am blind milk.

Kevinya and I watch Night of The Living Dead, number three hundred and seventy-seven. We contemplate board windows and burning torches; the what not to do list. Likeness is incredible, we awe characters and players; make up is insomnia.

"Tis my favorite."

"Really Clyde?"

"I watched it twice."

"Hhhmmm......."

"I wish it was real."

"What would you do?"

"I would be the black guy."

"Clyde...."

"I am black."

"I'm an evaporate."

"The gun - bad idea."

"They shot him."

"In the god damned head."

"I'll miss you."

"I got your letter."

"Is that why you came?"

"....uh..........I...uh....need you to read these lines."

"Fuck you black guy with computer fingers. You fucked with me and now I am trapped. I am so sad, I will never be the same, you don't understand, how could you? I am supposed to be a woman, you should treat me like a bandage. I'm not a fucking mummy! It's cold in here. It's hot too. There isn't enough food. I'm dead. Piss you toilet scum fucker dread.."

"More emphasis."

"....."

"..............................................."

"How about this.........Fucking bitch!"

"Okay."

Avie asks Jill a series of informative questions; the child upon my lap exists inside my heart. Crow silk embellishes my cheek; I brush away strands of infamous lands. She dreams of budding purple leaves. Our company successfully announces thirteen probable reasons however my Amethyst does not please. Munches of cantaloupe gems, lettuce nibbles, tomato curiosity, water sips, and lemon citrus drops.

"I forget which is which."

"My momma doesn't understand me some instances."

"That's cause you be acting like your dad."

"She wants him to be naked."

".....okay you are very observant."

"That's the part we don't understand."

"You going to one of these....whatever these be..huh; you better marry that boy!"

"What if he's black?"

"I'm black!"

"I'm an evaporate."

"Both of you got chocolate people inside."

"Crude oil pisses me off."

"Cranes on the television covered in that crap..."

"Will that be us?"

"Yep."

"You won't be here for that."

"Where will I be?"

"....do you like pink?"

"How did you know about that?"

"I got the blues."

"Oh, we ain't supposed to be speaking."

"My mom is daydreaming about my daddy."

"......"

"She thinks about his naked body."

"Do you watch Sesame Street?"

"That was a vigilant trick."

"Those furry colorful things are naked."

"Really?"

"Yeah....butt naked walking around the street."

"I didn't know that."

"They don't care who sees them; they on TV!"

"They are not people."

"They got personalities."

"Your trick worked."

"Did you forget what you were thinking?"

"Nothing makes sense anymore."

"You going to listen to a lot of music."

"Is that what you did?"

"To escape nonsensical reality; absolutely."

"You went to college."

"Seven years of that shit, excuse my language."

"Waitress.."

"...."

"Don't ever answer to that."

"......."

"May I please dab a glass of milk with cotton."

"?"

"For her skin."

"The baby."

"Yes."

"Is he really green?"

"He lives in a damn trash can."

"Is he jealous?"

"Of rich acting people?"

"Oscar is the award."

"Makes sense."

"It does!"

"I used to listen to so much music."

"Is that what consists of your thoughts?"

"After a while it became silent."

"Your doctrine must be psychology."

"I got three."

".....anatomy and astronomy."

"That's not what they called the stamp but that is what I gained as learned textbook columned pages."

"Oh........."

"How many do you have?"

"Don't tell her but I told them to shove it up their asses."

"I did that to one."

"?"

"Anthropology."

".......they're weird."

"Uh huh."

"I rather people think of me as stupid."

"Uh huh."

"What song is your favorite?"

"The one about you."

"Who wrote it?"

"Somebody who is thinking about cows."

"What is it about?"

"Babies."

"It is about me."

"Avie....baby....."

"Did you hear that?"

"I feel her neighborhood."

"Whose?"

"What is the green wobble?"

"You must of got rid of him in your sleep."

"How do you know?"

"I pinched her for that one."

"Did you get him too?"

"I know where he lives."

"Will you show me?"

"Sure will. Let's go on a field trip......."

"She won't notice."

"Your mom can't come with us...."

"She will notice."

"She heard me say that but she can't stop thinking about your naked dad."

"..does he live there?"

"Where?"

"That place with the bloody ugly beasts?"

"Prison?"

"Oh."

"Come on..let's get your things."

"What do I need?"

"A backpack."

"Why?"

".....you're going to spend the night there."

"What about you?"

"I'll wait in the car."

"I don't want to be near him."

"He ain't there."

"Who's there?"

"A boy named Carl."

"Do you know him?"

"He.........he's dead."

"Is that why he doesn't go there?"

"He sleeps by the well."

"In a tent?"

"A green one, yes."

".....does Carl like people?"

"He wants to meet you."

"He told you?"

"He calls you Skull Girl."

"Cool."

"I knew you'd say that."

"What does lesbian mean?"

"I don't know anymore."

"Okay."

"...."

"Avitas."

"Mom."

"Did you hear me?"

"I miss you."

"I miss you."

"I'm going to kill that lard bucket turd diligent toilet flush pucker."

"Wow."

"Huh.....?"

"I saw what you were talking about."

"Ew."

"Baby......"

"We better go; it's getting dark."

"It's bright here."

"Not there...."

"Momma......."

"Okay."

Zen folds a black leather garment into squares; I undo his zipper, he finds my letter.

Will I ever get to meet you; person down there?

My boyfriend asks for Trance; she kisses his forehead and prepares cinnamon espresso. I sit upon the blue tabled bench. Odin carries Avie's blanket; he lays newspaper plaid over a crimson chair then watches the door. My husband hugs a black and white wolf.

"Sin is with Nadia."

"..........I don't know how to feel about her."

"Nadia?"

"She looks so different."

"She did."

"She does....."

"Hey guys.....where's the guilty pardon?"

"Now she looks like her."

Our son comes home holding the right hand of a fireman.

"I wrote internal combustion."

"Does such a happening happen?"

"I wrote internal combustion."

"She fooled you Zen?"

"Sin you told me it was her....I'm disappointed in your words."

"I never named her or insinuated the woman was Nadia."

"That guy was a convicted rapist."

"Who did he?"

"A woman named Estelle."

"How do you know?"

"She told me."

"?"

"I told him."

"My son....?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"So I could write internal combustion."

"Is that why you left with her?"

"He was there the whole time!"

"A clock?"

"Five minutes."

"I had to."

"I was there too."

"Nadia...!"

"......."

"As long as you were both there I don't see a problem with it."

"Are you still disappointed?"

"You should of told us!"

"Nadia said to trick you; tis vigilant."

"...."

"......."

"I got to go. I got cats to rescue."

"Me too."

"And why you?"

"I'm going to help him."

"Tall....trees."

"He needs me to hold the instrument."

"The thing with steps and gears."

"His shirt......"

Vigilant Blonde Boy Tis Little Me