scribo, loques.

Don’t wait for me to sit down.

I’ll be quiet as soon as I’ve told you everything I should keep to myself. You know I’m not in control of my words. They come and go as they please and right now they coil in my throat threatening to level me, with choking venom. You’ll find me buckled at the knee, gasping for breathe. And the breathes will be just that, breathes, not screams or words pouring out and filling this room with carbonation. Expressing one’s self is a luxury. My clock is broken. 

An Undeniably Interesting Incident, Part 8

The Executive was one of His colleagues; he landed in a glen precisely 3 miles outside the city. He landed there because it was exactly where he had intended to land and all of his colleagues followed suit. “Are there any who do not understand their part?” he asked. There came no reply. He asked again, still no reply, a third time he questioned his colleagues and a third time not a single one stepped forward. The Executive knew they were false for he had not yet explained the parts and he scolded them. When he finished he spoke again, “He needs time to puzzle. There has surely been a grave error made and the effected have come too soon. We are to organize them and give them chairs, beads and songs so that they may rest. He has asked us to protect them and it will be so”. The Executive spoke and all his colleagues surely understood. They formed into lines and entered the city two by two. The streets were empty save those few who were not affected who looked out through frosted glass and tried to decide if they were fortunate or not. His colleagues walked through the streets silently and swiftly as they must surely arrive at their destination as quickly as possible. The Executive thought as he walked. He could not understand how such a dreadful mistake could have possibly been made. “It is surely too soon” he told himself, and he believed this as it was most certainly true. A light rain began to fall and the lines became less organized as the colleagues moved to walk under the awnings of the shops, acting as they did when lesser things were important to them. “This is most distressing” thought The Executive. 

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Train

Clicking tapping racing

tracking tracks, looking back

over your shoulder

shoulder to shoulder

continental soldier

meet new friend

say hi

say bye

their stop

empty seat book back bag

reading and lull

a sit 

sat

smashed/new friend

hello

nothing

no talking glasses off onoffon

sleepsleepsleepsleep

woken eyes closed 

sluggish blue slithers down Aisles to Isles 

of secluded passengers

clicket sticket through thickets of tickets

this stop?

his stop!

pops pop rocks into popped sockets of envious tasters

boasting poster scream past glass

soapinsurancepajamascandylawyerwhores

passing cars deliver freshly crushed digits 

And yelling

Squealing for feeling

wheeling and dealing

wheels feel for squealing

deals with these feeling

the wheels have me squealing

Pass time withoughts

that pass

these seats sit thick

with watery pricks

and bags upon bags 

with bursting 

emptyness

My.

My head is full of nonsense.

My mouth is full of lies.

I did not write this for you.