Infrequent dots creating a pattern quite unlike the human facial features I’ve grown accustomed to in my many hours in front of the projection screen. I saw it in a picture frame last week in Detroit. Coincidence? Maybe.
I drove underneath the bridge of dissonance with a skullcap placed firmly upon my head. Blue blood coursing through my veins, thin like watery strips. Freezing rain like alien tendrils threatens to overcome my prostrate form. At sleep time.
Electronic pulse vibrating outside of my head, yet inside my subconscious. Your kiss lingers behind. I’ve forgotten everything but the name I used to call mine when I had the time. No clock to warn me of your impending approach, and I realize none of it matters anyway.
The ice cream truck rumbles down my street in the springtime, beckoning all who will hear without speaking. I am no longer mute, and am discluded from the disorderly party below. But I paint symbols on the bedcovers at night when you are asleep.
I open my eyes and find a large dog staring up at me with a mix of admiration and dissatisfaction. It is lost on me as I am currently concerned with what color to paint my fingernails. Last week we went with the ruby red.
Deja vu, but I’m not sure how or why. Sometimes I get the distinct feeling I am not alone in this body, and it is the other inhabitant who kneels in the garden at lunchtime. I eat a peanut butter sandwich and keep my back to the open window. It is turning back into flint and sand while I refuse to watch.
Let’s play a game. The one where a body hides and other bodies find out its whereabouts. What is it called again? Three blind mice… see how they run into each other in the dark. Which of us is in the dark? Don’t tell the others. They will make me wear my underwear backwards again. So uncool.
Filthy heart, play a tune for me. The one about laughing toys comes to mind. Catch as catch can, and all others various & sundry. I read books aloud to myself to drown out the other voices. When that mentality fails, I will write a letter with no postmark to see what surprises appear at my back door. The front door is boarded up and weakened.
Spaceboy, fly by with your silver ray gun. How androgynous you appear in my dreams. Moondust covered and petrified of discovery. You will peel the apples while I am occupied. I am going to slice them and roll out the pie shells. We will make the cream pie shell later on. I love you.
Sam
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