note #54

One baleful eye watched as the procession passed, then, as the last one went by, the creature attacked. A paw shot out from beneath the couch and hooked onto a pant leg. The person yelped and tried to back away too quickly, tripping and sprawling over the coffee table in the process. The cat streaked out from hiding and disappeared down the hallway, knocking over a pot of petunias in its haste.

note #53

office christmas parties twinkle in small pockets of glittering joy throughout the city, winking and going out like lights on a christmas tree. high above the crowded streets, above the bustling shoppers and wandering street musicians, where the tinkling of the charity bells can't reach flying jets on missions of transporting passengers to their destinations. between the earth and stars on a last minute rush they ferry small parcels of joy to their final destinations.

morning fog gives way as, between the first snowflake's fall, carousel animals rush and laughing kids play. strangers exchange holiday pleasantries as above their cheerful murmur bagpipes rattle and wheeze out a raucous chorus and taxis sway down the street. bright shop windows lure with their glittering displays of holiday wares. street vendors cry out to passers-by as, with jingling of bells, tossing of heads and a steady "clip-clop-clip", horses wend their way with carriages in tow.

horns honk and tempers flare, but despite, traffic flows slowly along the avenues. the street corner scrooge clashes with the charity bells and the well wishing man who didn't plan on an ill reception. department store santas congregate lines of parents, children in tow for pictures and sticky, peppermint kissed whispered wishes from tiny minds. sleepy headed toddlers doze in lines rung round the block since 8am, each cheek a little rose.

note #52

that spring smelled of barbecues and sunshine. it felt like life was perfect despite all the faults. it was freedom from the world and the life it held.

note #51

she watched her life drip away. ounce by precious, glittering, ruby ounce trickling then falling into the silver basin. she tried to speak, but no words formed on her tongue. she tried to move, but was held in place by something worse than fear.

the minutes ticked past.

the tiny amount of liquid in the basin became a small puddle.

she tried to move again, but the bonds held tight. the nightmare wouldn't go away. the dim room dipped and danced in perilous disregard for her sanity.

she passed out.

distantly a door opened and muffled sounds punctured the soft silence. through cracked eyelids she saw shadowy figures remove the basin. one stood in front of her and said something. what it was, she couldn't hear.

the world died in an explosion of silent darkness.

note #50

tribute to elliott

delirium dreams
delusional things
halucinations sing
a sweet little thing

then my new sister
walks in
straight as a pin
fresh air to me

smokey eyes
green between the thighs
she laughs and cries
pulling out the disease

everyone's whisper
is a shout
that she blocks out
standing next to me

a maryjane all-star dream
in a green tee and jeans
my savior at last
a figment once seen

my new sister walks in
straight as a pin
and starts the rescue of me
with a smile that laughs.