THE FINAL WHISPER

                                                           ' 06

Miriam wanted to know the truth, but there was no way to tell it. The pain alone would kill her dead.

Miriam suspects you are involved in an unsolved mystery.

Hiram knows you are not what you seem

And Rachel hung a sheet in her window, screaming -

HELP US!

We had ten calls to 911…

Overloaded,

System failure 

And still no one listened

Without a sound

There was no

final whisper -

….help us.

Us? 

Too late to ponder.

Something's wrong:

Bodies found

underground

Hands bound

Fates unwound

Before the committee

We were allowed

To expound

On exactly

what went 

wrong

yet, no one

accepted

the offer

                                              slip away

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THE PERFORMANCE

Jezuzfuckingkryst, ERIC!!! Do you have to let the universe know you reached orgasm? Are you trying to stop fucking traffic in Hong Kong?! Can you shriek your freaky bitch scream from a fuckin' higher pitch? Shattered glass is falling from high-rises on the streets below just because you got yourself ‘blowed’. You’d think you just ejaculated the fucking Empire State Building with that bellow, but instead it’s just your ‘little buddy’ havin a sneeze while blowing his nose. He’ll go back to bed right off, I’m sure….sleep soundly through the night. But the drama, the terror, you must have caused - the shock wave set off car alarms in Madrid. And set off a suzzanna alert in the South Pacific.

 ‘Sue who’? You mean like Amber...?

I mean...'Tsu - nami',

What’s the second name?

What ‘second name’? It’s a natural phenomena, not an Asian party-girl. How bloody blotto are you?

Plenty. 
I know...
Pity. She sounds interesting. Can I just lie here and enjoy my after-glow?

No fartin’.

That’s a big part of the relief…

Well, if you haven’t noticed, there has been NO relief on this end of the engagement, and your awful air won’ help…

Aw, yes, THAT end. Let me see it again? Damn. Lovely, it is. Look at that! So round, so plump…

FIRM!

So firm and plump …and round.

Thank you.

Melonesque

That’s usually reserved for breasts, actually…

Oh…..

Not these breasts mind you, but fuck-off if they don’t meet your measure.

They seem to meet my measure just fine.

Speaking of ‘measure’…

Oh?… you mean buddy? C’mon now, he’s about normal size, from what I’ve been reading…current studies show...

Oh? Curious about it are you? I can’t comment about size really, I have had only a small sample size.

What!!??

In terms of ‘volunteers’, silly. “Numeric Test Samples!", as in 'DATA', stupid...

You know what that means? - You should get out more often.

You should drop in more often…

Well you know, ‘the research project’, and those odd hours…

Don’t I, though.

Sometimes we just have to blow it off... 

We could do that, too. Want more scotch?

We have more? Not very likely.

Damn. Right you are. Gonna have to be rum.

Rum is fun. Got ginger beer?

Does this place look like a bar.

Not one I would frequent.

Nor I. Besides I am pretty blotto, myself.

While I’m in the immediate area…are you ready for your Aria!?

You telling me “Intermission” is over already? OK!  In that case, Mi-Mi…Mi…I just might be.

Allow me to dim the lights for the second act.

The play must go on…

Oh, look, it’s a little stage. Curtains open...

And, you make your entrance...oh.

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BUM CHUM

Let's start fresh. Don't mess with my path and I won't mess with yours. I was born innocent. You have to start somewhere. We all were. Once. Innocent. The door opens and you are delivered to some chance address. Your makers, random donors, not of your choosing. Flow. Tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of terror. Life springs, and your chances descend rapidly as you are swept through the years. Washed down a gentle stream, but picking up steam, soon to be ravaged and raped by the rapid, rabid, river of life, roiled over rocks, ages older than you, that endure by shredding the flesh of the flotsam, the likes of what's left of our plump round bottoms. The tumble, the churn, and the abuses we endure as we flow downhill, quickened by our own momentum...

The rocks....the rapids, they don't care....you don’t feed them, only foul them. They have no choice - you are there to be shredded, and 'They' are in some Big Rush. 

Such, is Life. 

   Such, is Sushi.

      ...(just, Grizzly-Yum) 

Eventually your Springs become stumbles, and your falls become Winter. You ache all over, and choice is not an option. The current has you. So, plan the best you can, but it's The Grand plan that matters, and that's never in your hands.

We are minuscule particles.... bio-feces flushed into eternal space by a wizard of our making…our wasting...never in control of currents or consequences. So to all us swept-away martyrs, and swept-away fools -  

'You don't run the river, the river runs you.'

A flicker of a fraction, so finite not to matter.

See the light? Oh you missed it. So are you.

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NUGS & DRACOTICS

I just want an ending to it...can't do this anymore…

I was wondering how you were…

Its either the nugs or darcotics. Something has to go. And besides who wants to read this crap when it babbles?

It’s best when it babbles. You on the other hand, are better off Writing than Speaking. Let your fingers do the talking.

Sign language.

Exactly: Big sign! – just 6” away from the front of your face - read it!

Can't do it. Too close to it.

Yes, You are.

…too big to take in…

No. That’s not true. Just step back 
for the wider view.

It’s a ‘scale and perspective’ thing…

Exactly.

Fuck that. I’ll ride the bow.

You always did….Look what happens. 

Fuck me.

Speaking of which...What happened to Wanda?

Ha! Wanda! You know “Wanda” was really named :

“ Rose – Mary “.

Doesn’t fit.

The thorns in common…for sure.

Sister…no…Mother Rosemary!

Ha! …be there to give you the last rights\smiling. Worse nurse I ever had.

You don’t try and make a girlfriend of your nurse…

…Or a Nurse out of your girlfriend.

Worse yet. Then you become dependent.

I guess so. She got transferred. No Mas.

Different Hospital? So what? You can’t see her?

Dallas.

Oh. Yeah, you’re right. That’s a trip.

She got tired of waiting for me…and waiting on me, for all I know.

She was well compensated.

She was no whore!

I was not inferring…

Neither Nun…nor, whore.

The same could be said for all of us.

Oh, I’m a whore, that’s for sure. You’re the fuckin’ nun.

How much longer you got?

This contraption?…a few months. The treatments another two…three…what month is it?

August.

It’s not fucking August! Everytime I ask it’s fuckin’ August!

That’s ‘cause you keep asking and it’s still August.

...asshole.

THE MAP

The pen comes out

when the panic sets in.

Usually about 1 A.M.

 The given - 

the taken…

                                 the shiver   

the shaken

Not to be mistaken

for Inspiration

or interptretation.

rather the fear

driven

to heights

drawn 

of desperation

the map

of last escape,

remaining

 to be taken.

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