An inexplainable self-explanation

You don't need to ask a thing.

Got up at six in the afternoon

pulled on a coat, went out for a show

Everything in sepia all around me

crowding up the opera room and bundles of clouds

 

I look around, though I have limited vision

Your face and soul compressed, stretching across the room

I don't even recognise you anymore

but the preformance starts anyway

 

dashing bold figurines twiddle out on stage

contrasting to the background

like nothing i've ever seen before

so beautiful I get lost

 

after such delite we are soon shipped off

to a dismal, damp basement

where an old box-television awaits on a stand

Which I believe housed the matnee 'dumbo'

 

arguing later with thy authorities,

I scatter off in rebellion

I hope this upsets you

I really hope it does

 

Arriving quite late, tired from the journey

Walking down a highway to possibly no-where

I settle in a texan motel overflowing with paying customers and people who get payed.

"there's one room left, though it's a bit torn up."

 

"It's fine, I'll take it"

Soon i'm aquainted with the manager.

She's a designer, the one that I like

We're like friends now, we'll share clothes

 

A knock on the door awakens me from a restless slumber

though she comes in, the coolest kid I know

Her clarinet strikes me across the face

And i'm told to come home

 

We'll stay for tea, a bit

Though as we're seated, I notice something strange

The fine speck of bright red from a lazer pointer

On her forhead, I pull her out of the way

 

PHSHHOOOOOOOOM

Glass flies everywhere

Folk jump through the window

In all-black and barrets

 

Though they had a semi-automatic rifle with them,

they ment us no harm

Just the local beatnick squad looking for deep poetists

They had some tea too.

 

"Well, since you're on your way home,"

one fine fellow said, his razored black hair styled neatly

"we mine as well aquaint eachother closely"

He pulled me in for a kiss

 

Meanwhile, strutting downthe street, was the authority

I once had dissed

Lounge-walking now, he melts slowly

gooping down the street

 

Like dough that's when swung around and about,

he's a blobular mess

With a single arm in tact,

reaches out towards the road with a fist and one thumb up

 

An oldsmobile finally stops for him

gathers himself in a pool and then flops lazilly into the car

straking down the roads so fast

they're here in a-

 

second.

 

Author's Note

All you need to know is that this is self-explanitory!

Reviews

[nostal]

good.

[Steven]

You are a great writer Natile. It uses such imagery. you take the reader in and hold them there.
WOW

[RastaChiko™]

This is flat out amazing.I got sucked into it and I'm still hungry for more.You rock super hard at writing and I'm jealouse. ^^

[Star]

Hmm... well, I want to know who those people are; if they're people I know. There's so much imagery - I can imagine a whole world where this could happen~

Was it in a dream?