Cat Call

Merrier men carried heavier baggage than two frozen dreamers zoning an envelope desert. Amber is a frame inside my day to night disappearing act; the moon is a morbid marvel. Listening and watching is out of bounds, games play pieces into infringement, neither side is a deplorable rival; visitors may pass for sanctuary otherwise the temple is closed for tourists.

Blue hysteria an oceanic lullaby, sandy grains continue through a crystalline corset; I desire a battle with unspoken intelligence. Gifted soldiers prefer virtuous intellect; victims infest anonymous earth. Pictures are private investigators without lens covers, somewhere else they rather be, anywhere else inside a swollen tongue, water a face worn.

"If they die just let them go."

"Whom do you speak of?"

"....some people who think they know you so well."

"Who are they?"

"Exactly my dearest one."

"....Nemie will you be there to see the shit go down?"

"I want the shit to go down."

"........elaborate."

"....hhhmmm........I dreamed of a little girl fighting a floating capsule far from a world we both hated....she looked remarkably like.....me. No well she did look like you....okay she looked like you but that was hard to admit."

"...."

"Her eyes were blood chocolate water wells."

"Why the tears?"

"Momma is dying from greed and wealth."

"Me?"

"Earth....she can see it somehow.........you cut off her head and she was just an ant."

"....."

"So quiet.....so quiet for tea cups."

"I'm listening."

"I know."

"....she was our kid?"

"She was and will be....."

"What is she doing up there?"

"........surrendering and breaking out."

"If she breaks out she will be floating for real."

"In god damn outer space."

".......how do we bring her down?"

"Through patience and serenity. Oh fuck I dreamt of some horrid people who could not leave well enough alone always asking about things that had none of their business things we all knew in our soul. As if they attempted to have one.....as if they wanted yours just to get there wherever they wished was not a bed of death but then again you didn't give a fuck. I was so proud of you. You were so god damn angry. You didn't even know how they got here or who they were or whatever. The fact of the matter is they could not mind their own so fuck them and their own."

"........so do they die or what?"

"........"

"So they died?"

"...it doesn't even fucking matter the fact of the fucking matter is that they couldn't fucking mind their own fucking business while I was typing on the god damn computer wondering how I got in your god damn zone but what the fuck ever then I came to understand I was understanding you more than I ever wanted to understand you but what the fuck ever and then you understood my sense of humor and my husband more than you really wanted to and we became like this happy god damn weird ass fucking monitor family with wires making us something."

"Sounds entertaining."

".........what do they want from us?"

"You said they wanted to die."

"I basically did yes."

"....well then they wanted to die."

"They were trying to fuck with everything having to do with us and then they got fucked but they kept doing it and being god damn meddling assholes like people we never knew except for him but who the fuck knows who the fuck he is and what the fuck he does cause we was wigging fucking shit."

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

"....my husband and I were in actuality one sort of happening."

"Wow."

"And you could not see or hear much my dear except for monkeys and the innocence of monkeys and unfortunately you experience your naivete more than you want."

"Yes..."

".......I felt Zen to be there and so did you."

"What was he doing?"

"Thinking about dressing like women."

"Typical..."

"......I don't know if that is proper for him to behave like that after all he is a man with.....he is a man!"

".....yes but in order for him to be a man he must mock women who act like shit."

"Oh now I understand why he does that."

"I don't I still think he's the most god damn ugly woman I ever saw and will see and I am going to get him for that."

"Well you make a horrid looking man."

".....thank you."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes I always desired to look as though I was a horrid man rather than actually look like a man."

".......I see."