A block, brick, heavy hold. Tempted tried, lights flash bright, strobelike distractions. Faces smooshed, pushed, smashed, handled, trampled. Smoke beams cast evil shadows and weather walls to heart shaped hems and viral gems. Cages cling clang, bang against metal art, architecture. Erect stalls crash through crumbling walls, forming hills, lumps with wood hips. Flashed forward clothing bangs of blue crust battered from the hazy waves of old perfume and flammable tire suits. Brown grayish tips of leather, white grips of knuckle luck, fisting baby ankles in high heeled combats. Sisters cutting film strips glued to dollfaced hair boy lamb costumes. Sulking clumps of frothy fat tears gulping back grease smiles tucked into folds of caramel fake fruits. Camping outside in heaps of paper tubing, rubbing alcoholic apoxy, creams, cans and ointment, skinned knees. The cold barks leapt out like cats from trees, after paper money like dragon myths. Squished battered rolls fade out into groups of muti-colored hoses dripping wet with burnt blood capsules, packed into crates near backs of buildings before being put into semi trucks in the following days.
Retreating the party’s rage.
inspired by orphans
the easier wood gives slight to midnight faces, sometimes developing leather-like wrinkles and pretending to walk upright, the easier creeks bend. Spaghetti straps tend to replicate method of pretending as they fall or give. Habitats suckle on huge nipples from outside the woodland home, gaped open for the mammals and insects to resurrect their aging soils. Tied knee deep within was a small girl. Her bike, fresh out of training lay nearby, her hair had been burnt off by a blow torch. Her scabbing scalp left bleeding, sensitive to the touch, to the slap of stained wet clothing wrapped around proper seating, smells of velvet whisping in front of her electric nose and sweat, throat perched on a thin log burning out at one end. The foil folds amongst the paper trail held often good foods, but none she could reach. The closest to her were traces of goiter and dung covered in the skin and hair of previous delicates. Milk splashed her numerous parts and laughter dangled its single testicled lies above her nearly impotent face. She asked for forgiveness this time, she asked for cake and ice cream as well and then all the happy forest animals came to play and enjoy in the cake and ice cream…and jupiter jump and the show was over.