Changes In The Way We Did Business




It…she…it…it….she told me to stand…where it pointed….and ….Man, I don’t know why I fucking went over there man but I did and it…she…she insides out…I felt ripped apart… like there was no coming back, I was dead and gone… Man, I didn’t even see a weapon, one second she was standing with her hands out, the next, I was screaming, I can’t…I can’t even go back there man….you can’t make me go back. I don’t know what happened to Ron, but fuck it man, fuck handsit.

I feel different, I can’t….really explain, it’s like I’m not allowed to know what’s happening…

…why are you looking at me like that man? …dude…DUDE! calm down! I’m not trying to HURT you! MAN!

CALM……DOWN!!!…….c…cal…calm down man…stop bleeding…..

Changes In The Way We Did Business

The Visionary

“There was a time…there was a time…there was a time…”
The words echoed and repeated infinitely, digging into the veins of the space and inhabiting the air like thick tar.His face pulls at itself, a tic beginning in the neck, distorting the skin & opening the mouth into a half-snarl, teeth flashing briefly. The intensity causes an arm to raise, fingers reduced to grotesque, disproportionate claws.

He could see the birth of the universe.
The golden threads, the shifting diamonds, the colors that lit his skin on fire.
He was awake for the first time in millennia.

As he lay dying on the sidewalk, a child watches him from inside her mother’s apartment, eating ice cream & dreaming about the snow.


The Visionary

The Rusted Nail

His stooped frame strains & pops with effort as he shuffles towards the wood-stove.

She’d be here soon.

“….well now, there’s the fifth log there, down from ten, five left, day is half-swallowed, month is just shit….look at us…” He muttered and rambled on thick, cracked lips, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth.

The sound of him sucking snot from clogged airways filled the room with grey.
“just look at it all, what a waste, what an ugly mess it is. She’s coming. She has to be coming, she wouldn’t give up, she never did, there’s no way that BITCH wouldn’t come back”

The word ‘bitch’ shoved from his mouth like a rusted nail….sharp, but useless & ineffective. He turns back to his dusty rat’s corner…a threadbare pink lump of a chair mimics the man’s body in its structural failure.

nail-943787_960_720Once again, as always, he falls into it like a soldier falling into death’s oblivion.

She’d be here soon.

The Rusted Nail