Playground Planetary Plus

Fanatic opposition is a human hearsay; three charm school suited children grasp my palms and excess belt.

"I wish it was longer!"

"His hands are cold!"

"Where is that bastard?"

Andromeda chains a triangle platform into titanium pulleys recovered from chemical warfare submarines; thus is my elevator as I descend into index finger points.

"Hey Dad you got to mark the bricks as you go down with this paint.....else we won't know where to stop and where to go..."

"Where is your mom?"

"Thinking about the word mom."

"........well she is..."

"She's something more and all the above a word."

"Thirteen blocks."

"What's down there?"

".......I will tell you someday."

"When?"

"...when these cease to exist..."

Embryo capsules pump the mockery of vein articulation; a computerized script informs me of retinal deformation and possible neurotic degeneration. The machine is a hospice unknown to an earth I volunteer participation; involuntary habitation is unnecessarily the will of indifference.

It is the one they call Amethyst; she has come to disconnect my eyeball from the pyramid....please send the armed guards quickly, I rather not dispose of.......her.......malfunction error..............technological informant please......

"....is it gone now Dad?"

"Not yet."

Pop, fizz; carbonation spreads from a lip. If a thing is alive I am The Queen of The Damned.

"Queen!"

"That's the name of the city...."

"No I was just saying..."

"What were you saying?"

"...hey so you that girl on that magazine?"

"Which one?"

"........you can't answer like that!"

"Why?"

"Cause sounds like you know you on a bunch of them?"

"There are a lot of magazines."

"What if other people know that's you?"

"What will it matter?"

".....it does.....cause you make me think about what it is to be an icon."

"Icon?"

"Yeah............yeah that's what it's all about here don't you know?"

"....so am I a cover to you?"

"No you're a book I have yet to learn."

"What are you holding?"

"The New York Tribunal Market News."

".....it must be.....a past issue."

"Yeah they got shut down cause they printed an article about the number zero."

"I read it."

"It says a girl on a magazine cover is going to make it go to.....zilch....nada....nothing."

"Who is she?"

"A woman walking with a cup of tea."

"Who is she?"

"Some lady who thinks I am a dream."

"You're so cute."

".....oh shut up."

Twenty-eight inches hugs my waist before entering a corner apartment; black puffy curls, caramel milky softness, left dimple, missing front tooth, backwards Yankee blue cap, white t-shirt, black shredded jeans, white patent leather sneakers. Suddenly I cannot remember where I am walking.

"You live in Brooklyn honey."

"I do live in Brooklyn."

"You are Brooklyn Honey."

"Honey from Brooklyn?"

"Yeah that's right.....I know about you..."

"What do you know about me?"

"You punched that lady..."

"That was a man that was..."

"No that was a lady and she was making a pass at you...."

"What does that mean?"

"She wanted to get with you."

"So I punched a woman?"

"Fuck yeah you did."

"What is she?"

"An android fucking cunt piss."

".....what was her name again?"

"......god damn I don't know......something about a dick."

"I got one."

"No shit you are a dick."

".......what should I name him?"

"Are you serious?"

"Well yes I am."

".........I don't know but you should wear him all the time."

"I don't know how."

"How come?"

"He only comes out for my wife and sometimes my childhood Zyna."

"Zyna is your childhood?"

"Yes..."

"Why does he come out for her?"

"He just likes to hang out with her."

"....."

"He doesn't excite for her..."

"....."

".....I don't know that's just how it is."

"I understand. It's cause he relates with her."

"How so?"

"They're cool with each other and she doesn't mind it at all."

"She discovered him underneath my fisherman baggies..."

"What was he doing?"

"Breathing..."

"......wow...."

"He moves up and down when I am breathing."

"....what did she...."

"She undid the string and pulled down the hinge....then she called her mother..."

"Oh shit!"

"She's my mother too. She just came and said she already knew about it and that it was not erect or hardened by the situation so twas nothing to concern of but that I shouldn't attempt to hide what it is in my pants."

"I don't think you can help it."

"What do you have?"

"....not that."

"Oh."

"I'm a Beep Beep Beep!"

"Oh....so you got what they have."

"They?"

"The people who eat salmon and red snapper....."

"....what you saying I am a chick?"

"No that's a chicken."

"So what you saying huh?!"

"....I don't know."

"I never used it before."

"Well you don't use it!"

"What do I do with it?"

"Find somebody who adores you!"

"Okay that makes sense."

"Yes tis doth."

"....your English is interesting."

"Is it noticeable?"

"When you say tis doth it is yes I would say so yes your English is very yes...."

".......I am tired of the train."

"I am tired of the damn subway."

"...I don't care for the cab fare."

"Who does?"

"What else is there?"

"What you got!"

"My walk?"

"Yeah that's what you got for real."

"What do you have?"

".....oh I use a push scooter with optional motor."

"You are lazy."

"....uh huh."

"How do you expect to meet anybody like that?"

"......well if they got one we are compatible."

"You can't ride and talk!"

"Why not?"

"So impersonal."

"So is denying you are the woman on a nationally well known and respected journalism."

"It's a magazine about buying shit people do not need."

"....well.....can't be ashamed of it."

".......I often wonder what it means."

"It just means you were on the cover and did a layout for clothing and for make up."

"...I wish it was more...........I wish people...."

"......it made me happy to see you."

"Why?"

"Cause you tell me the truth with your face and with your eyes."

"What is the truth?"

"Nothing is at it seems and you hide a lot about your self."

"Like what?"

"....everything....but I'm going to catch you."

"Catch me doing what?"

"Hiding."

Eighteen miles and I reside with Cordelia; she is brushing away several colorful tubes and purposely locking a black briefcase.

"...."

"What?"

"....."

"This lady is coming for it."

"Who is she?"

"I don't know."

"Then why you going to give her the god damn motherfucking..."

"You fucking curse like a god damn motherfucking..."

"...."

"Oh."

Leo The Lion - sign under a thousand and one suns, submission of insecurity to the flames of evermore and eternity, one born or given unto the lion bears curls and the trance of vanity, little is known of the mirror reflection for such a person however theirs is iconic appearance and familiar presence, unfortunately thus may be their demise if existing inside a world of disregard for human life; unto any whom crosses their nobility, we bid thee death evermore

Renalto constructs a maple wood raft from a fallen embassy; Jamaica is a British haven for us and none other shall invade our emotional paradise. I watch hemp twine loop gum rice paper, a sieve catches sand particles, tree sap proofs a sealant between each gap drill flat board; aluminum alloy railing posts three fourths a square float.

"....this is ghetto."

"......that's where we live Chocolate Boy."

"No I mean...yeah okay."

".........you know where we going?"

"Nope."

"We going to get some of those Dead Fish."

"....hhhmmm....."

"A bunch of them."

"For all of us?"

"Yeah..."

"Why so Renalto?"

"I dreamed about some motherfuckers bothering me while I was laying down in some kind of ivory crate box without records in it.......then you was cursing wearing all black leather and some kind of black leather jumper thing.....you had some plated boots on.....you wasn't wearing much underneath that thing but like some leather holster for some....well god damn it I don't know where those came from and I don't think she did either.....she was wearing some goggles and knuckle things.....her hair was like a mad lion......something was on a strap around her back....some kind of handle was sticking out of it......a bloody tear or maybe just some blood fell down close by......damn it I could of sworn it was you but you looked smaller and you had those things and I don't want to see you get any bigger so I am a going to Africa to live after this boat ride cause I don't want to see that shit. There was a sign there that had some weird name that Varu be using for a body of water that disappeared from a crazy drought....some place they say the donkey riding writer guy be taking to get some good weed. She always be telling me shit to fuck with my head. Damn Russian people........well if I wasn't half of them.....and you.....and well she all of them......and Mocha Mousse......what he doing anyways?"

"That's him over there. He with Reginald."

"What's they raft made out of?"

"Same stuff."

"....where they get that from?"

"Why we competing?"

"No I saved the rest of that shit for a hut I was building them to hide they chains and shackles!"

"They must of got it from that plantation owner's ballroom."

"....why they like stealing our bananas?"

"Amethyst said it was because they wanted to cage monkeys."

"Fuck them."

"That's what Tusk said."

"Then what did she say?"

"She said it there are monkeys they going to be digitally enslaved and that they will need some kind of political man to free them."

".....why they going to do that?"

"She said it was cause the monkeys know a lot of different intellects as their own....evermore."

".......Chocolate Boy I am going to be wearing a tuxedo you got that? It's going to be all black with a white vested shirt."

"What am I going to be wearing?"

"Damnation."

"Is that fashion?"

"....why you so interested in Fashion?"

"Cordelia said it's an industry."

"Industrial fashion?"

"Fuck yeah Renalto!"

"Well.....as long as you cover those things up....and Cordelia had them too. And both you was like real twins....but I knew which was which cause you look different but you don't.....aw fuck it let's get these damn fish and cut them up."

New York is my mistress; she is my wife. Zen is my mistress; she is also my wife.

"You better pick!"

"What?"

"You heard me!"

"....I want to stay with you!"

"But we live in her!"

".....so staying with you is staying with her!"

"You're not man enough for me."

"What?"

"That's right!"

"Cordelia did you hear that?"

"Yes Sir I did and I agree."

"Oh really?"

"Yes because if you were man enough you would be able to keep them apart so they don't know about each other....so you can have them both as your wives."

"Oh."

"Oh really Delia?"

"Yes mom. Oh shit I fucked up that one peace out."

"That's my child."

"Yes she certainly is and I am the one who carried her for.....two months....something like that anyways you better get out cause I am really upset with you and your rendezvous."

"......well.......alright then."

"I'm writing a song about this shit."

"....well she treats me well."

"Are you shitting me Chocolate Boy?"

"Can I have a kiss?"

"....Cordelia you go with his ass."

".....I have his ass on my ass so I don't want to tag along his ass with my ass...."

"......you curse like me."

"Yes I do do that indeed."

"I can't tell the difference between you so get out of this house and come back when you figure out I am the wife and I am the mom and that's it."

"...we will go stay with Avie and Sin."

"They live across the stack!"

"......oh."

"Yeah technically they live in the same house with us except across the hallway."

"We will go stay with..."

"We got our digs! See you later!"

"Cordelia you speak too soon."

"We will stay with Armand."

".....I just moved out of there!"

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

"Let's go to Panther Block."

"....that's where we live Dad."

"Oh shit I forgot."

"Mom can I please stay here because I understand completely now that your feelings were hurt and I deeply regret participating with his nonsense."

"Yes you may."

"What about me?"

"....you're cute."

"!"

"You're really cute..."

"!"

"But...."

"?"

".......bring me some coconuts and chocolate."

"I am not coconuts and chocolate?"

"She has coconuts and she tastes like chocolate..."

"Who?"

"....this girl in my dreams that I succumb to pain...."

"Pain?"

"....oh it hurts so good."

"Who is she?"

"You except dirtier and driving around with a bunch of beastly noisemakers.....then I woke up in a bat cave where we....we....anyways there were lots of little people.....like twenty or more....but before that she was a real rebel leather breaker.....but I had a crush on her and was mean to her for the hell of New York."

"....take it easy on me Zen!"

"I need the coconuts Boy."

".........okay."

"Okay so go."

"Okay."

"Okay go now."

"Okay."

".....?"

"But I am taking this little person with me."

"Why me?"

"....I'm sorry son what is your name?"

"......Toni."

"...this is thirteen?"

"...I stopped counting."

"You look like Fiasco."

"Hehe."

"You're heavy for a little person."

"I got marble rocks in my back pack."

"Why?"

"Cause I knew you would pick me up and take me with you when she kicked you out."

".....why rocks?"

"Cause you will take me to the place I want to put them."

"What is it for?"

"A grave marker!"

"For who?"

"The seventeen cats!"

"What?"

"When you start digging you are going to tap these rocks."

"There are seventeen rocks in your bag?"

"Yes."

".....okay."

"Bye Mom I am going with this man who looks like me sort of but he doesn't remember my name but I love him anyways."

"Okay so you will carry the coconuts and chocolate in your pack is that correct?"

"Yes after I lay my rocks."

"Okay..."

"Bye Delia."

"Bye Little Person. Don't forget my hat!"

"The cat fedora?"

"Yeah the one that looks like hemp tweed."

"Where is it at again?"

".....next to the marble rock gravestones!"

"What is that place?"

"I don't know. It's like a field."

"Why did you put your hat there?"

"I thought there was a plastic shelf box for clothing....I thought you would be there to watch it and wear it for me."

"This is getting weirder and weirder...."

"....come on Daddy."

"Your hair tickles my face."

"That's what it's meant to do and that is why it is there."

"Oh..."

"I wish you were softer."

"Why?"

"You feel like a metal basin."

"....what should I feel like?"

"A liquid mercury index."

"Oh..."

".......will I get any bigger than this?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"No."

"Why not?"

".....no."

"That is not an appropriate answer for my question!"

"Then what is?"

"Yes."

"Why do you want to be big?"

"So I can pick you up and carry you."

"Not happening."

"Why?"

"Cause I'm too heavy."

"......well lose weight then!"

"God damn it."

"Why did they put you in jail for cursing?"

"....why do they put anybody in jail?"

"Cause they can and they are assholes."

"Right."

"Ahoy matey that be my spot!"

"Alright I am letting you down go ahead and mark."

Blonde grassy blades touch Indra's swiftness; I swear upon India's mysteriousness.

"I am done sir."

".....is this New York?"

"Yes it is."

"Feels like somewhere else..."

"....well....she knows where it is."

"Who?"

"The lady with the frog bag!"

"The frog bag?"

"....you got the ones with fish and she got the ones with frogs."

"Why frogs?"

"Cause she is a frog lady!"

".....well I don't eat those."

"Neither does she."

"....what do they do?"

"Eat really bad bugs and hang out with spiders."

"Should I get some?"

"....a blue one that shoots poison."

"No such thing."

"Not here!"

".......what will his name be?"

"Toni after me."

"Where do I get him?"

".....from a place with fish like the ones on the bag!"

"Oh....."

"She coughs blood sometimes."

"Who?"

"It's pink weird."

"Who?"

"....she's sad."

"About?"

".....some lady."

"Who is the lady?"

"Somebody who pretended to be a man."

"Why did she do that?"

"...to marry her."

"Does she know that?"

"Not exactly..."

"How do you know that?"

"He figured it out."

"Who?"

"The guy who likes clothes a lot!"

"Who doesn't..."

"You!"

"....you listen to your mother and I talk too much."

"Anyways......don't worry about things that come to pass because you must maintain your ethical stance and learn quickly to advance for their good and ours and yours."

"What does that mean?"

"It means people will come and go but you must stay so they may return."

"What about you?"

".....I am going to go be with Amber and Crystal in number four and then we are going to go to number three to join Braid and then we will disappear for a while. Inside a whirlwind for what seems to be a thousand human years..."

"What about your brothers and sisters?"

"They got to go to some mountains with weird shit all over it."

"Where are the mountains?"

"Some place where weird cows live."

"You are so descriptive."

"Dad! Dreams don't make sense! Give me a break!"