Shoulder Talker

Four tangs inside their wooden homes, medieval sentiment, two big bananas, stacks of tuna cans, an ugly bike, leather jackets, tank tops, t-shirts, sunglasses, massive bag packs, homemade recycled light fixture, fertilizer, tea boxes, various parts.

"....well your room got even weirder...."

"!"

"You're crying..."

"It's what I always wanted!"

"......scared some girl that was a boy but what does it matter anyways unless it makes people unsure...."

"What was a boy doing in there!"

"He's got cooties anyways."

"....what's in the bathroom?"

"Pink stuff, powders, lotion, and hair coconuts."

"........who was in there!"

"I don't know but you thought it was hilarious because you thought of what it would be like if you had their eyes and you looked around to see what they see and you realized how much it tells a person about you."

"Who were they with?"

".....some person who already saw it."

"Who is that?"

"One of your neighbors who came over to bring a weird box."

"What's in the box?"

"Junk."

"Oh...."

"Your room is so fucking weird Sun! You ate two big bananas and went bananas thinking about Ziggy and how weird your room must be for somebody new to see."

"Who else was there?"

"Football and Ass Man."

"Ass Man?"

"That's what the neighbor calls him!"

"Where was I?"

"Walking with a snake, a bear, a turtle with fins and fangs, and thirteen different poisonous bugs...."

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

"Then some duck got pissed at you and talked but you called him a Quack."

"Isn't that a psychiatrist?"

"Yeah!"

"That's what we call ducks cause we quack!"

"Tell her to go see a psychiatrist!"

"Who?"

"Anybody who gives you problems!"

"I hope there are a shit load of ducks for them!"

"Quack!"

"Quack!"

"I didn't know vampires could imitate ducks."

"Who invited him over?"

"Oh he's just a parrot."

".....what do you see oh great colorful damn bird?"

"I saw you eat bananas with man and you both went bananas about sand."

"........."

"I saw you look into the mirror and laugh about bananas."

"Oh...."

"I saw you think about marijuana and how you wish for it to resemble me since I am a handsome bird with colorful wings!"

".....do you want some?"

"What is that?"

"Peanut Butter."

"Is it the real shit?"

"Yeah..."

"Where did you get it?"

"Some store called Sprouts."

"Where did that come from?"

"Alton started to put stuff inside some building so he decided to make it a grocery!"

".....this is good shit man."

"Why is he smoking a joint?"

"......I gave it to him."

"Why?"

".....to shut him up."

"Aw fuck you boy."

"It didn't work!"

"Keep puffing!"

"....god damn vampires that think they know everything! When you figure out you know something just remember I smoked a fucking joint and I am a fucking pretty colorful bird!"

".....he just blew my mind Sun..."

".....you're shitting me right?"

"No...he's amazing."

"He's smoking a fucking joint!"

"......."

"What does it taste like parrot?"

"A dream about some boy and some lady smoking a joint talking about weird stuff."

"What kind of weird stuff?"

"....your room."

"......I like it though."

"............why is there a robot red apron the size of a child on top of the black bag?"

"I finally get an apron!"

"It has a robot on it."

"Cool...."

"....the cats actually like you..."

"Cats?"

"Those things are weird."

"What do I do to them?"

"You make really weird faces and say goochy goo."

"And they like me?"

"They think it's hilarious and the monkeys watch them change into stuff."

"Like what?"

"....do you notice anything at all?"

".....why is this person wearing feathers and has a bunch of rainbow colors?"

"He's a bird Sun."

"No that's not it."

".....I'm Fiesta."

"....I like his suit."

"Sunny....you got to stop fucking with people to see what they will do."

"Ouch!"

"I didn't even touch you!"

"...oh."

"Sunny!!!"

"I didn't even touch you Die Die!"

"God damn it!"

"I ate ten of those climbing jumping food bars."

".....what is that?"

"It's paint."

"...."

"I heard you telling us to paint the buildings white so the necro people wouldn't eat our brains!"

"I don't know what to say!"

"You said that we should not be attached to material possessions and that we will need to move locations on our feet and migrate often into white enamel painted buildings to avoid their radiation instinct."

".....you are wearing a table cloth."

"You already said that Sunny!"

".........I dreamed he was explaining colors and spectrum."

"Spectrum is radioactive reflection. Color is art."

"Right Oh!"

"I heard you say that people always fear and panic that it would be nothing new to us..."

".....do I wear a robe and a beard?"

".....you really should do that."

"I think so too."

"I want to do it too!"

A city pumping tubular arteries for sewer emission loses my trance; I look back eight moments before entering the house. Every market caretaker sorrows morrow and speaks of closing business; I bid them until none is left, we shall continue for united health. The underground people receive six opaque screens, eighteen micro enhancement chip boards, and thirty-six mini drills; we watch a holographic screen present an animated film.

"Wonderful Days?"

"That's what it is going to look like inside their world..."

"What about our cartoon?"

"....we better hold onto it."

"Yeah who the hell is going to watch it anyways?"

A million sketch scraps, colored pencils, cardboard boxes create walls; You Know Who flips edited books, Zoomy and I run around his chair while eating peanuts.

"Monkeys! Stop."

"....what if we were monkeys?"

"....I would eat a lot of bananas...."

Droid regulators replace industrial signs; our interchangeable language is officially Japanese text known as Chinese Hieroglyphics.

"Hey! Why do these jeans say.....do not listen to little sun face boy, come to my cleaners only, I am the best one, I take care of your pants better than any body, I am the best, do not put this inside that machine he made that presses and cleans and does everything, their hangers suck."

"....My name is Eddie."

"I knew that..."

".....uh......"

"My machine takes care of all that shit for them!"

"It costs too much."

"It is a fourth of yours!"

"...I dreamed two people got caught inside our world."

"Where did they come from?"

"Some place you did not have your machine."

"The name of the machine is Sun Dry."

"It says Bitch on the side..."

"Damn it I spray painted the wrong thing..."

"Where did you mean to put it?"

"....on some chunk of concrete that was taking over the projects!"

".......this will take it off."

"It looks yellow..."

"Don't use it on your clothes."

"Is my machine effecting your business?"

"Yes! I do not have any!"

"....well you still got that other thing...."

"It's submarine sandwiches..."

"That name sucks."

"I call it Submarine Hero!"

"...."

"It is located inside the subway."

"Why don't you call it that?"

"Some bank robber likes to eat there."

"....bank robber?"

"......"

"?"

"Oh shut up."

L.E.D. fragmentation guides motorcycles and sport utility vehicles into a windy partition; I watch every neighbor deny the existing future. Unraveling bandages trail swollen feet, the hospital is an unavailable facility, every supply is scarce; doctors and nurses quit their day job.

"Shouldn't it be white?"

"....it's green."

Sonar Messengers; five hundred and seventy-three interpretors shall listen to the Queen's audible speech, the frequency will reach them as words passed along to others desiring a reason for which all is amiss, The Queen must speak at night, we believe she will cease when all is released for cautionary preparation, their world will be damned and abysmal, these shall stay until the castle's return; they must however suffer alike in every form whether emotional or physical thus will be their ultimate understanding and freedom

"Sunny that person that went into your house talked to Football and Donkey Butt."

"Why?"

"He asked them if they knew who you were..."

"What did they say?"

"They said your name was Victoria and you are from England Jamaica."

"Did they do the running man?"

"No they Hula danced but only when he wasn't watching."

"Who saw him?"

"The cats..."

"What did they do?"

"They laughed!"

".....how weird."

"Then he asked them if they had any children..."

"...."

"They said it was some banker and his cheating wife but they are nowhere to be found."

"How come?"

".....the fortune teller said they got kidnapped by some lady's pretending son."

"Why?"

"They owe him a lot of money."

"What do I do?"

"....think about Zen, think about mirrors, think about monkeys, and worry about stuff."

"Who is the person who saw the weird room?"

"Somebody who came to talk to you about sex."

"Sex?"

"....I don't know but that fat lady had sex on that bed and that's one reason why and then there are those nasty rubber things....you got to do something to get rid of them....and she left her cigarettes....that nasty lady is going to get punched in the face by me!"

Snowy mountain tops dream of me; I am a mercury falcon soaring above classical realism. Three antennae submit electrical waves for physical realms. Valley blue grass eases my sadness as I venture through Texas; thus is the paper world's location.

"I dreamed about really muddy water and muddy hills....there was a lot of tall corn fields....and some beautiful mountains....it looked so.....real!"

"....hhhhmmmm....."

Iron rust railroad tracks angularly distress narrow moving boxes; the sub conscious world is an unspoken word.

"Oh Sunny I may be a parrot but I worry for us so much!"

"Me too Fie."

"....monkeys rescue me while you sit alone...."

"They stop watching me?"

"For a moment."

".....what do I do?"

"Think about me...."

"....."

"They miss a bunch of stuff!"

"Like what?"

"The ugly man sniffs cocaine and the ugly woman drinks booze."

"What do I do?"

"Remember what I told you and wished they saw it..."

"....what would they do if they did see it?"

"....well he saw it."

"Who is he?"

"....some guy you know."

"How do I know him?"

"He's tough..."

"Do I make food?"

"Some unhealthy stuff for a weird boy and he showed it to some evil cook..."

"Evil good or bad?"

"...neither...he thinks it was the best nasty thing he ever saw and he tried some...he said it needed more sugar...yuck."

"Yuck."

"Yuck."

"Yuck."

"Yuck."

"Stop that!"

"Oops."

"Oops."

"He almost lost all his feathers!"

"From what?"

"Those people weren't even feeding him!"

"What?"

"....oh Fiesta!"

"He misses me a lot."

Callus people stand holding poster signs; these demand hatred for newspaper color, they prefer black and white. I carry grocery bags from Walmart; Brussel sprout branch, celery hearts, fresh pineapple slices, roasted green pea butter, soy nut butter, roasted edamame wasabi butter, jarred tuna chunks, sake marinade, black seaweed wrap, fresh chili pepper, almond milk.

"He tells them to store food inside special refrigerators and to get their clothes in multi packs from Walmart. They leave their cars unlocked for people who need to hide inside of the doors. The houses are abandoned and emptied except for furniture....there are fences around them with black upside down crosses painted....he doesn't leave that place though....he stays inside that scab without fences or wires or anything at all! So do the neighbors....some other people do the same thing."

"....we stay together?"

"You live in Brooklyn with the sane people."

"....I need to go there!"

"You do but that house got a lake with special fish."

"What kind of fish?"

"They big....they real big....they like you to pet them...."

"Oh..."

"That one got a beard."

"Oh..."

"That one got a goatee."

"Oh..."

"That one....he....he just scary looking."

"Hhhmmm..."

"That shit is crazy Die Die! They got the sea for a while and then there is all this damn snow and then they get this....well I don't know what the hell that shit is....but they don't leave and you don't leave either! Shit man that shit do look like fucking Brooklyn!"

"Where are you?"

"....watching flies attack people."

"Shit."

"Shit."

"Shit."

"Shit."

"God damn it that boy and that parrot be driving me nuts!"