What’s Around the Corner?
Through the dark of the alleyways he stalks.
Bill is giving off heat from the hate in his heart.
He is not known by many.
Any light that bleeds down from the city
into the alley catches fire to a multitude of items...
...Sometimes it's his jean jacket lapel...
Other times it's the gleam of his blade when the light pours down
into the catacombs of his jacket pocket...
Who does he want to silence tonight,
and why?...
The wind's picking up, and plays with the skirt of a nineteen
year old girl named Jennifer who just bought a record from the Mall...
She wants to share with a boy named Kevin her taste in music...
Hope she makes it home tonight...
...She's quite a bit farther down the alley then Bill, but Bill's headed her way...
Come what may, and it will...
The chill causes Jenny to hug her fake fur coat to her chest while walking...
She bought it at World Mission Thrift last week after she punched out at work...
Jennifer likes how it hangs off her like she's Courtney Love or some carefree musician...
She's got her makeup and her hair done, and she's wearing heels.
She's uncomfortable, but she likes how she's showing off her legs.
She likes how the snow falls down on them, and melts quickly though it stings a little...
Kevin's house is just around the corner and she's about to turn when she sees a pair of glowing eyes coming her way out of the darkness...
Who is this guy?...
He seems dead set on his direction in life, and deadly serious...
He pushes past her in a fury, knocking Jennifer flat on her ass on the ground.
"Hey, what the fuck you think you're doing asshole?"
Bill looks back for an instant, and then keeps going evaporating into the darkness ahead from which Jennifer came. Jennifer dusts herself off and heads and pulls her dress down. She's a little shaken, but continues on her way to Kevin's house. Hopefully nothing else will break her stride tonight.
(To be continued...)
01-08-09
Slack Selassie
Sterilized Print
She only ever wanted
the sterilized print...
...Her body had
too many faults
a split mind
would invent...
...Because of this,
she scrubbed it bare
of marks with her
adept software...
...But there was some-
thing she erased
that ached down deep
inside...
She realized she'd
made a mistake
by tossing this
behind.
She only ever wanted
the sterilized print...
...Her body had
too many faults
a split mind
would invent...
By cleaning up
those copies for the
one's which she desired,
she helped them to
adjust their mask...
Stoking a deadly fire.
What else will you
clean up, poor Jess?...
The broom always
conceals your mess,
But Trash Day will soon
change it's date...
...Your nervous heart's
a heavy weight
that draws you to the
blue black Sea,
who finally cloaks you
eagerly.
01-07-20
Slack Selassie
The Drive through not taken
Two coffee shops in my neighbourhood,
And only five dollars, long I stood
And read the menus as fast as I could
To where the cars lined the drive through;
Then took the cheapest, to compare
And hoping it was the better chain,
Because it’s aroma filled the air;
I guessed the flavour would have more flare.
In my mug strong and black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how trends lead the way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a hashtag
Somewhere on Facebook or twitter:
Two coffee shops in my neighbourhood, and I-
I took the one with the shortest line,
And that got me to my work on time.
Visiting
A car of four
touches down
Full magnolia trees
fluttering their eyelids
Pink eyelashes
ink on the hood
Arms twisting out
Waving
Screaming
Fondly touching
Stopping by
a sepia-washed house
Trunks lifted
Hands exchanged
Dogs greeted
An old radio spying
"Come in, come in"
"We have lots of pies for you boys"
Car sleeping in the freshly-coated garage
Away
Hilly car ride
Wrong turn
Moss-climbed statues
Black tunnel of truth
Eaten
Leftover stores
Lantern bridges
Bathhouse machine
Cranking
Spitting
ChihiSen
Duties all over the floor
Dangling over the calm-pushed waters
Train visiting
Gold eating away the bathhouse
Filth
Grime-labeled
Dragon boy
To save
Train howling away
Forest sputtering light
YuZeniba
Flying on a dream
Freeing pigs
Freeing herself
Promise to the other side
Wind trotting
Statues fading
Tunnel smaller
and smaller
Humpy Dumpty
Devouring voluptuous thighs and
Bouncing breasts abundant and
Vanilla-flavored flesh will I
Knock myself out of the window
Of will-power and self-control
Forever trying to put myself back
Together, only for the pieces to
Slip out of place from my salivating
Mouth agape, eyes dilated, breath heavy.
Give me a hubbuh-hubbuh and a
Pant, pant, pant; all the king's whores
And all the king's women are nice
Pieces of ass populating the Internet.
My life is syncopated on the beat of
My throbbing desire to jack-up my control,
To pop that cherry Lust out of my heads.