Cinderella's Tavern

09:38 Slight Sensory Enhancement 0.027

A row of clouds drifted over the city in the distinct outlines of birds of paradise. It was a joyous moment and all received it as a good omen.  From behind an abandoned T-Bird a feral dog groaned gripping a robin between its teeth.

10:11 Decreased Concentration 0.056

The speaker magnets emitted a powerful charge sending a sickly tingling sensation through my brain.  Cinderella saw this and pulled me to safety, her irish skin like chalk in my hands.  I read the bass drum shaking through her skeleton as easy as self-help braille.

 

10:46 Blunted Feelings 0.069

Small citronella lamps hung from redwood beams releasing the chemical notes of lemon wax.  The occasional zizzle of blue thunder left the sun-tricked insects reduced to fleshy trails of smoke wafting starward.

 

11:29 Extraversion 0.090

I drowned my fears in a purple tangerine unexpectedly inciting the imprints of flirtation. Cinderella and I vertigoed reaching that stage in inebriation where the language was lucid, quicksilvered and stripteased; my peripheral vision slivering till only her vagina eyes remained.

 

12:36 Loss of Motor Control 0.148

You could perceive the undulating vibration of cicadas by touching the window, watermelon glass clawed with the dance of sulet bluhm branches.  Four Raggedy Ann dolls came to life and airplaned magically against the sand-pickled rafters.

 

12:58 Anger or Sadness 0.178

The Peters Twins stood there telepathically linked unaffected by the cold, bare feet sunk in ice buckets.  A sickly black pike floated motionless in a heated tank of allogeneic salt water.  They twitched it with hair pins, but nothing would eat it.

 

01:18 Stupor 0.241

The antique toilet disappeared from under me.  My s**t tumbled to the carpet and rolled away across the crowded floor.  I searched frantically on my knees galloping under people’s feet, beneath loveseats and candlestands, but I could not find it. 

 

01:42 Memory Blackout 0.299

A boy doctor appeared from behind a pool cue rack; he unbuttoned the stiff sunflower shirt and haltingly rubbed my shaven chest in concentric orbits, drooping his ear affectionately against the heart assuring me it will all soon be over.

 

02:25 Nervous System Depression 0.335

A coo-coo clock startled us with its red sparrow springing out a toy barn door crying in alarm.  Seconds subsequent the bartender took me over to a stretched chest freezer, elevating the heavy lid to reveal his grandparents frozen in a sweet embrace.

 

03:00 Possible Death 0.476

Afterhours mercifully flowered forcing people out onto the avenue moonblind.  I floated down the rickety fire escape touching my steel toe just once on the sidewalk, before rocketing above the trees where I hovered effortlessly.  The small, but dedicated crowd applauded.

 

03:17 Unknown 0.703

Cinderella waited for me behind a warmed-over trash dumpster.  She unbuckled my pant guiding me between her crack-addled lips, though cheerlessly nothing was accomplish.  My spoon had grown soft.  We gathered ourselves and strolled under blown out lights, every now and then scanning the sky for clouds.

Reviews

[Keve]

The blow-by-blow by blown bits, beginning and ending with glimpses of astral cloud projections, is both ingenious and electrifying, and in time-warped concert with that faithful, fawining crowd, I applaude you also.

Hats off bald and graying heads; beads of forehead sweat presented to you as diamonds. A far site better than, "I really liked this. It was so... I dunno... keeno."

With all that said, let me say, "This piece rocked the s**t outta me." You write like you f_cking mean it.