Lion project, nearly done.
For the longest time there was the search. Sifting through memories, motion pictures, through decisions, longing for a purpose to attack like a shark, from the blue nowhere. Asleep I was. Awake I am.
d(ru)gs run free
a match to my nostalgia.
One gem from my old jungle sketch book.
Blind luck can’t see it’s way back through time. Can’t set this broken wheel back right defined. But it has kissed rails electric, raised an arson’s kiss to capture the fire. Danced a hurricane of unrestrained wild eyed desire.
I can deal with some psychic pain, if it’ll slow down my higher brain.
Don’t leave me high.
The inglourious Ms. White.
Pictured here, you see her pinnacle version; no driver’s door - push button start system installed by one angry Hawaiian - the classy floral seat cover. Though what you can’t see is the length of steel pipe kept behind the seat. It was the magic wand we used to bang the holy hell from her ancient carburetor and bring the old bitch back to life.
The best.
(Dialogue between two.)
It happened again.
Shit man, you alright?
Yea, I’m fine. But I don’t think I can handle this.
Where did you wake up?
Standing on the window ledge. I swear I’ve got no idea how I got out there. It scarred the shit out of me.
That’s nuts. What was the dream? She was there?
Yea, we were just walking through the forest somewhere, but on a road through the forest. No wait, were we in the mountains? Damn it, it fades so fast you know. I remember looking out at the valleys below then turning to see her face. Then we were on the beach around sunset or maybe sunrise but there were storms. The weather turned horrible. Then I woke up.
Damn. I don’t know man. You talk to anyone else about this?
Somehow I managed to grab hold of the window and not fall four stories down. It was insane, I didn’t think at all, don’t think I even took a breath, like I was a zombie almost. I don’t know how to ex…, I wasn’t scared. Just like before with the knife.
You fucking cut yourself though. Look you don’t really sound like you. You okay?
Who’s gonna belive me? Would you believe me if we weren’t friends? You fucking know you wouldn’t.
There’s no way you can see her anymore.
You don’t understand. I don’t have a choice. She told me in the dream last night.
What do you mean?
She knows things she shouldn’t. Things she has no way of knowing. She carries this light with her. She wants me to follow.
“The two moved out quietly from the house and followed a foot path up the hill. The storms from earlier in the evening had passed on and a fresh breeze now held the hour. A stray branch still damp from the rain brushed her side. She shuttered then laughed softly at herself. Neither said a word as they walked, their steps drumming the wet ground, but his hand found hers for a moment and he felt a smile in the darkness. They paused and stood in the cool hum of the night. So close, he could taste her lips, smokey and sweet.”
Maybe I should write dime store novels for a living. There’s gotta be money in that yeah?
