Kitty Sleep - 8 more hours

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I see dots........ Chernobyl's gate unhinged swings wide open throwing rusty shards in my direction. Metal splinters pierce my eyes and enter humorous goop. Like missiles they rocket though physical space and make impact on key optical and neural ganglia. The visible spectrum has shifted permanently never to return to an accustomed way of viewing familiar scenes or objects. Radio frequencies filling the field of vision burst into electric waves shimmering like an arctic night. Ultra violet and X-ray particles blend together to form a new world. Unknown creatures not dead yet not fully alive walk easily through these energy pulses glowing in transit burdened with some apparent purpose. Cautiously I duck behind an hourglass shaped convergence of filaments which by its very nature absorbs my presence. I watch intently as the procession disappears through an adjacent Gaussian conveyance towards the northern horizon.

Crown

Screen print 5 color limited ed. (15) print size 22x16
Vibration originating below the base of the skull - humming at approximately 60 cycle intervals. We pulled off our trodes and headed out the nearest door. An idiot child about 4 feet tall pointed at us with what appeared to be a dime store pinwheel. By his gesturing it was obvious we were to follow his lead into the next room. Once inside the tiny enclosure a sliding metal door quickly sealed the entrance and made any thought of retreat unthinkable. The young boy-gnome skipped over to us and in a hyper-clear thought-voice commanded us to look directly into his pinwheel mirror. Unable to refuse his order we stood frozen in place and saw familiar scenes from our future. It occurred to us this vision was the truth as we had experienced it before on numerous occasions and always on the same day.

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It snuck into bed with him like a shadow against midnight. His dream was ill defined as he wandered through damp blue fog. Distant amber light barely made its way out of a second story bank of windows at the garment factory where he once punched the clock. He heard footsteps behind him with a split second delayed echo. Whispering voices repeating a rhyme mantra like came from the right, near or perhaps behind the trash bins and merged with the fog, with the darkness. A chain link fence could be made out just ahead and the barbwire on top appeared to be electrified. Blue sparks jumped off the razor tines sporadically while the current crackled and hummed its deadly song. Farther down the fence a cone of light shone down from a goose neck lamp revealing a rusted metal sign about 12 inches high and 20 across. The stenciled black letters made it perfectly clear: “CURFEW FOR SMALL ANIMALS IN EFFECT.” As he slowly looked away from the writing he felt coarse and calloused skin on large fingers gently holding his right hand.

Mashed Limas

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Lunar moon bounces off black jungle sludge - mammoth steps forward and struggles in vain, baby's long gone not to be seen. Tar bubble - Pop! Took an ice age to reach the top its vapor escapes into the afternoon's moldy damp air. Lost a sneaker to the hungry ground god, laces and all - damn devil sucked ‘em right down. White sock it ain’t white no more ... black bottom buttercups sprouting up before dawn just below Sammy's mushroom patch - you'll see them I swear now take a look inside that old rotten log.. Martha will take you there by hand while sister Mary waits .. pipe ready no doubt and filled with mustard greens aromatic - twigs bundled neatly and placed in-between.

Living Room

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Her idea of a good time didn't necessarily match the ideal. Lipstick tube rolled and ready to go she held it to her mouth like an Eastern European farm peasant. As the waxy goo was applied one lip after the other it was apparent her skill was not great nor her concern when a gush of purplish red ran out of bounds. Why only the lips she thought? A light smear across the upper cheek would add a certain healthy glow... and damn sexy too no doubt. Just like the beautiful women in her sister’s magazines she would imitate them, she would be them; to miss the mark was unthinkable, not an option. To achieve spotless ivory white skin she applied unbleached flour from the bag sitting close by on the table with the tips of her fingers. Around the eyes, forehead, nose and chin her fingers raced about as they pressed the white powder into place. Black shoe polish for the lashes and a tiny dab for a beauty mark on the upper lip. Pleased she snatched the party dress off the bed, her sister’s, and held it tight to her bosom. Dancing before the mirror in love with what she saw a tear made its way quietly down the side of her cheek leaving a thin trail as it took flour with it. A small hole on the opposite wall of the room went unnoticed as an eye peered through on the other side. Bloodshot and wet the orb made no sound as it swiveled back and forth observing brisk movements of happiness not comprehending, not making sense of the moment.

Die Zonque

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Slowly he turned .. inch by inch -- as the sauce pan lid slid and fell from the stove making a terrible ringing - crash. Normally this would be of no consequence but the hour was late (early 3:00 a.m.) and the landlord resides just above on the next floor. In the following instant bare feet are heard hitting the overhead floorboards making their way down the hall elephant-like - one can sense molten ire. Cautious he tiptoes just outside the kitchen door and points his ear in the direction of the thudding footfalls. Suddenly all is silent except for the fan of the gas furnace. Curious at this new noise he opens the utility door to the furnace room and his attention is drawn to the unusual rhythm of the fan's rotation. A hypnotic sound, perhaps the result of a slight imbalance in the bearings - he stands transfixed, enraptured. He peers further into the heart of the furnace, into the blue flame, into the white cone at flame's center.. observing, bathed in cyan, warmth spreads out in all directions. Kaleidoscopic forms shift in front of him, thought patterns of various colors, manic convulsions on the verge of anxiety, electric current flows from finger tips and joins the field the now visible gradient. The floor overhead creaks in the distance.. it is ignored, forgotten and the fan turns in the direction of its current.