Tags: fiction, sixsentences
the following are the expression of the above, without fear or favour but with some fervor, my little unannounced Christmas present for y’all bloggers, unwrap it with care.
to the the prim and proper, allow some of this stray light to spray your righteous content, for once. i am liable not, though, but of course!
Camera, lights, darkness.
Grunge guitars, hoarse coarse voices, somber tones, a nudge at my grudge.
Frozen anger. Still stiff air. Hair rises, overhead sprinkles spit cocaine to ease all pain, not much to my disdain.
Shush, silence, a pause. Then a finger strums. Drums roll. The beat bounces back, cymbals wash, supreme gream reigns.
Blood red lights sway over us, not mean fete but defeat? my neat heart and meat negates!
Shove, push, a single amorphous bloody lot, some rot, high on Rock, hop wildly around demented lyrics, DOG SI NATAS, hell flows over.
In my bucket list, it had all been contained, now, in reality, my saliva is acidic.
Shove, push again, am drenched in a semi-suffocate state, their sweat, acridic, strikes my nostril dead, but my eyes, very alive, trace the punkers on stage, insane men sodden with terrific madness and energy.
Shove, push, my heart is almost squeezed out,like teethpaste…but the mood, now elec-trick soon ingests me…
Strings are strung, clads are flung
Metal reverbates, intermeshes with horriffic screams of a white-face-black-eyed Rocker, mouth open so wide, the mic is now to matchstick.
I pull out my big stick of spluff for a piff and it cracks as i sucks.
the grateful dead
Even when the dark times are growing dim and darker.
Even when reality is getting more unreal and starker.
Even when italicized thoughts streaming into my subconscious make no bold sense.
Even when my life is taking a downward spiral into an abyss of hopelessness.
And even then, if death ever swings its cunt my way, bury this savage, this side up that even in the grave silence, i can still mock and moon the damned universe and it’s cruel rulers.
For they don’t make them like this anymore, the grateful dead.
am sincerely sorry for misleading you, but this is in preparation of a year ender post, no surprises i’ll do for y’all readers of this blog. the above is part of my unmentioned quest to express myself (though sloppy, thanks i know, lol) in six sentences.