Fragment one
Screeching wheels, burnt tires, Crunching metal. sounds played between the static of the radio blaring partial bits of songs. Roll over the world spinning one way opposite of the moment before. free falling over the road and out of sight. Rolling and rolling moving at a speed to match its destination.
Relaxing in a simple sad way like reliving a childhood moment. few joys rolled around in his head along within this car, destinations unknown. how long would it take to find me, will it be before I stop spinning? words that flowed in his mind. no answer... I need to keep moving... have I been seen. I've made it this far. I can't see them but that doesn't mean that they haven't seen where I left the road.
Days have gone by since an uneventful week that ended with a madness that he couldn't shake. how many days has it been?
Friday night that had been like all the rest, set in stone. Pouring down the drinks to give life to the emptiness something like boredom. new poisons... give new sights, new fears, new loves, more often a madness to seek these new poisons.
Relaxing in a simple sad way like reliving a childhood moment. few joys rolled around in his head along within this car, destinations unknown. how long would it take to find me, will it be before I stop spinning? words that flowed in his mind. no answer... I need to keep moving... have I been seen. I've made it this far. I can't see them but that doesn't mean that they haven't seen where I left the road.
Days have gone by since an uneventful week that ended with a madness that he couldn't shake. how many days has it been?
Friday night that had been like all the rest, set in stone. Pouring down the drinks to give life to the emptiness something like boredom. new poisons... give new sights, new fears, new loves, more often a madness to seek these new poisons.
Morning: waking crumpled up in the front seat hanging somewhere inside and outside of the car. Leafs in the face some in the mouth some kind of feast from the night before. a body stirs nears by, with a gurgling sound the words "Help me. I wanna go home" came out fearfully.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Fragment two
"was that women really flirting with me? was it even last call? where am I?" rang out in his head. the body next to him, reeked of vomit and alcohol. another anonymous passenger along for the ride. the destination didn't matter. it was all about the ride.
Miss conceptions of bar room romances were common the morning after... never regret any scene that were made when manners were forgotten.
last night was lost along with keys to this car that didn't belong to him. sides hurting, fragmented faces spoke in blurred memories.
New tastes came from the night before, new habits to leech on the old familiar ones. welcomed to break the monotony that comes from old those familiar addiction.
New faces of familiar routines came into the light from this new element. only left to remember which sins were committed in the night leading to this morning’s madness laying next to this vomited body of this stranger.
the body was tangled among the seat belt like a fish in a net, seems there was a mad dash to get in. what kind of mistake had been made in the company of these new colors and this new body.
“Who are you? I don't remember you... what happened?" quizzically searching this new body came into focus... it was the body of a very narrow woman, barely old enough to drink with the benefit of doubt. "Fuck my P.O. is gonna give me hell"
"Just don't say anything" replied more like a quip.
"well where the fuck are we? I don't want to sit here in these bushes" ignoring the smugness " let’s find out where we are"
Fragment Red
The Faces all look crooked, was on the way out. Not try to do any favors with his mind a few steps behind his body.
Stumbling with his words and steps trying to finding any way out. No friendly arms came to guide the world around.
Smoked filled, eyes behind the red, breathing fast, waking up in action. Violent like a match burning, feeling sick in the stomach.
The attempts for escape, couldn’t take anymore. Gasping heard from behind the heartbeats throbbing in the head.
Everything was made into a motion that made no sense. The sudden far off pain, the gash… “Where did the red come from?”
The only tangible words in the fury, no replies were heard in the wet splashes of flesh.
Anger was the world and the only word that defined it. From the strikes came more red. The body shock clouded consciousness. The crushing sound broke up the limited thoughts into grunts and coughs.
The blood… friends… enemies... Where is this place, that only knows the motions of anger.
The body shock another blow far after the last call .
Not seeing any way out, only looking for a way out fight or flight. The mayhem from the inside matched the outside.
Resisting what hands that became fists, they were that loved, and with the sharpness of a tongue, they threatened, they killed, they tasted blood… friend… hated… no lines could see the deference.
Needing to stop, the faces that came into the calm, to bring these poisoned hands and infected words. Those hands were all the bad things in the world. They broke the calm the peace. They hurt everything, it was their fault. It was his turn to undue all the scars they left, before claimed a mark upon his soul like everyone else.
EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE STOPPED NOW
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