2018: A Space Oddity, II

II. Well?

I was completely stunned.

“Who am I?” I thought. “More like, what the hell are you?”

I didn’t speak those words aloud but the inky figure responded to me anyway. It’s voice so hideous & gangrenous, it’d knock a horsefly out of the air.

“Come on now. Don’t act like you don’t recognize me,” It said. “I am the culmination of the thoughts that swim around in your head at the dead of night. The thoughts you try to pretend didn’t occur but totally did. Your repressed urges. Your deep down ugly that you refuse to claim.”

I turned off the faucet that was still running and put the toothbrush down. I didn’t have time for this shit. Not that I had any pressing obligations like work, school, or anything of that sort that our society views as productive.
But like…what the hell, right?

Don’t speak, just listen,” It croaked. ” You have a choice to make. Follow me right now or stay here and die.

“What?” I managed to squeak out.

The reflection of the bathroom in the mirror faded away. A kaleidoscope of colors I had never seen before replaced the familiar taupe walls and off-white cabinets. Wormhole is the only word that comes close to what I was seeing.

I looked away from the mirror and took in my surroundings. It was the same old bathroom.

Looking away isn’t going to make me go away,” It said. “And I said don’t speak. There’s no need.”

I looked back to what was once a mirror. The creature had it’s back to me, and was walking away, towards the flashing vibrant vortex. Without looking back, It said

Are you coming or not?

I raised a hand and placed it towards the mirror and was instantly sucked inside. I turned around and I could see the bathroom I was once standing in, as if I were watching the most boring show to ever air on a home improvement network channel.

Hurry up!” the creature shouted.

I turned back around to face It. Amongst the all of the colors, it’s inky outline stood next to what appeared to be a door.

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A Disturbance In The Force

The last drop of The Witch’s Brew passes between the lips

it takes control of the hips & makes the body dip on an unworthy stick

if only there was a way to forget

Wait a minute. Something’s wrong.

I’ve already taken the last sip.

The cauldron is empty.

now what?

I’ve got a bad, bad feeling…that this has happened before.

I put the key in the door but it was already unlocked from the disturbance from the time b4.

Therefore

I go to The Witch to get another batch.

She groans in a gravely hum

“Surely you haven’t finished the last order already? What could you possibly need it for? You’ve only just hatched.”

I walked away without a reply. No sense in applying a layer of logic on top of the illogical. It’s like spraying a bottle of pungent perfume over body odor.

It’d only highlight what was meant to be erased.

what now?

Posting a blog post, I suppose.

well. I may as well go back over yonder.

bc I know if the only thing The Witch will loan me right now is an itch

I know good & well

someone else (or something)

will give me what I need.

2018: A Space Oddity, I

I. Hello

It had been quite a minute since I had hatched from my incubation period & there’d only been a few moments here and there for me to stretch my wings. Stormy weather and the danger of the whatcouldbe’s, ya know?

So imagine my surprise, when on a morning just like any other. I shook myself out of unconsciousness, threw on some rags, rubbed some Chemical X & other herbs on my body to get myself clean. A typical morning…

It was the moment the toothbrush touched my crown.

A tremor. A thunderous fervor of billions & billions of cells freaking out and reconfiguring.

Flecks of the steely expression of my reflection started morphing, bit by bit, as if the reflection itself was in the hands of a child whom had just discovered the blur tool on Photoshop.

I was completely stunned. Toothbrush still in hand, mid motion, right between the two buck teeth. My reflection didn’t look like me anymore.

What was once the shapely image of something adorable, stood a willowy silhouette of what could have been. A deformed freakazoid of a monstrosity. An inky black figment, sloshing about in a twisted vortex, occupying the space where the reflection of my actual self should have been.

I couldn’t hear anything. It was as if my ears ceased to be functioning organs and became strictly ornamental. There was a horrible void where the sound of running water should have been.

And then a horrible noise. The sound of rusted metal grating against a serrated blade.

Covering my ears with my hands wasn’t enough. I could still hear the sound. And if I focused enough…I could almost make out…

“Who Are You?”

Site Update/A Jaded Community Pool

How is everyone? Anyone still read this site? Ok, good. Here’s what I’ve thinking about lately.

I recently realized that I’ve had this blog for several years now. The rules of Time are something I respect but don’t follow at all.

It doesn’t even feel that long ago. I remember the night I signed up on WordPress. I didn’t have a plan & I can’t rightly say that I do now.

With that said, I’ve grown a lot since I started this blog; emotionally, spiritually, and more. My life is in a different direction & it only makes sense that the things I share on this blog reflect that. I never want to force content & I’ve realized I’ve been having difficulty with creating.

So. I have a lot of ideas swimming around in my head & too much planning is causing them to drown and make me feel over-hydrated. I don’t where shore is exactly but I’m picking a direction and going that way, full speed ahead.

Here is the space for any feedback you’d like to share/or any questions you’d like to ask about my work & this blog. Whether positive or negative. Whether you’ve been following me for a while or you’re just tuning in.

I want to hear from you. I only ask you be constructive & courteous.

A Place For My Stuff

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Artwork by the legendary Ralph Steadman



a dog that chases its tail will be dizzy
not accomplishing anything
though it feels busy
can’t find its bones buried beneath the backyard tree
next to its goals
wow. that’s shitty.
if Melvil Dewey saw this, he’d be in a tizzy

but he’s dead.

and my shovel has dulled away from overuse
there’s a copious amount of my possessions
strewn about like a poltergeist had gone mad with vigor
i feel like i do when someone calls me a nigger
my emotions as tangible as a phantasm
my thoughts as straight forward as broken sarcasm

my cognition & body are skinny
& i feel as superfolous as Our Lord’s daily bread

………

some actions are better left undone
words left unsaid
scabs left unscratched
crimson tears better left unbled

oh, if only i had somewhere to rest my head.

Cream

pop will go your spot when the fervor gets a little too much

if it’s just some kind of fling

then why does purple electricity appear whenever my mind thinks of The Thrust?

trust. when i tell you that
something inside of me is chugging ’round like a train
something inside of me, all up in my membrane
what is the meaning of this purple-charged lust?

it can’t be ignored so i guess, i guess….
I Must

with your consent
we’ll both be content

the beast with two backs
an aroma of fresh coffee in the air
with a side of Cream

silky & sweet
goes down smooth
if you know what i mean

a kind of dream
just fun, nothing ethereal
take the superficial and let it drop
& let’s get on with the ShaBoogie-Bop





Daily Prompt: Sparkle

Soliloquy from the Psych’o’desk

~a glimpse of you~ 
~even a peripheral millisecond or two~

too much. too many.

to see your face
i know
all the ways i’d want to recognize you
have probably mutated into a dysmorphic snafu

just a crazed & confused squirrel gathering nuts for a job,
a total one-sided arms-race towards total self destruction…
well, as they say
“nutty is as nutty does”

(or something like that)

a soul long gone, sucked dry by a black hole
in the far depths of deep space 9

i don’t have to look to see
that a stranger moved in, insidiously
hindsight is always 20/20
but the past remains an enigma
it’s some cosmic villainy

though not that surprising
stranger things have happened
& impossible things are happening all the time

So.
if it’s at all possible,
in your eternal disgrace,

don’t bring that bloodthirsty dual faced zēlos anywhere close
to me & mine
not so much as a glimpse

stay hidden in the proverbial shadows

 

I’m taking responsible for the energy I allow to take up space in my soul
if you have nothing productive to contribute, you’ve got to go

go on.
shoo fly.

there’s no home for you here

Only Peace.





daily prompt: Simmer