Recently I have been digging into the deeper recesses of my hard disk.
Down, way down in the dark depths of the digital dungeon I have managed to find a few stories and some mouldy poetry that I have been sharing with you.
Today I present you with yet another reason as to why I am and will remain... misplaced.
Squinting blind light. Dust motes doing pirouettes all around me.
A dizzying calliope.
A whirlwind of flavors and hues.
The determined call for obsidian in a cup and the staining orange nicotine.
A buttery golden sun smiles through soot stained windows
Tickling my calico cat into an unprovoked sesame Sunday languor.
With charcoal tinted apprehension I clothe myself
in scratchy tarragon tatters and ebony wool.
Then drag a comb through me perpendicular plaid promenade.
Traipsing along pie crust pavement
and ika sumi side streets,
the BRASH, CLASH, BANG, CLANG of jalapeño hog horns, mustard motors and broccoli brake shoes pursue me.
Dive, I do, through the doorway of the cinnamon clouded, custard creamy, doughy donut shop.
The incessant, insipid banter
of bubbling spring brook bottle water patrons
drowns out the caramel coated background music.
Forcing me into a sweet-n-sour silence.
Cookie cutter purchasers
porpoise in and out of pineapple portals.
Clutching paper parcels with parenthetical perplexity.
Syrupy students slide slothy and slow-like into class.
Settling their softsides on swiveling supporters.
The ruffle riffle rustle of notebooks and textbooks
trick me out of a transparent trance
into a molasses mahogany work mode.
Plodding through a salt n pepper winters day
sprinkled with confectioners snowflakes.
Orange to Amber....to Puce then Purple
Turns day into
Vixens and vampires
dressed in Violet, verdigris and vermouth.
Cajole Cajun style on cayenne counter tops
Peppermint penguins in polka dot bow ties
pour crystal colored cocktails from silvery steel cylinders
with swizzle stick style.
Laughing lunatics, madcap morons, sodding sycophants,
pleasure seeking princes, the righteous and the wronged
all set afore me
in a cacophony of complaints
and dulcet tales of desperation.
Perfumed, in polyester and pleather.
A pizza pie complexion invites
with sea salt smugness.
A libidinous levitation of illicit love.
Douse the neon fire.
Snap click the lock.
Slippery swish of soap suds saturated rag
on the brandy wine bar.
Sit , I do, in silence.
Sipping the eau de vie.
Washing out the wrinkles,
On the rocks.
Slaking the sandpaper sound pipe
The multifaceted mind.
The cuticle curling creations
of a sound byte society
flash across my Fujitsu.
Kitty Kat crouched in a curlicue twist.
Color bars and the national anthem (imagined).
Mulberry bed time and goose down dreams.
Crawling into cold crinkled comforters.
Wriggle for warmth.
Turn on the tender tunes and out with the Thomas Edison.