Tuesday, December 16, 2008

dispelled

only we werent walking through trees
we were walking past buildings
we were walking through the busy streets of some city
some heartless cruel city
which had sprung up in the darkness
a city driven by a tyrant
a despot
an impostor
men appeared out of doorways
whistling at my sister
then as i watched kathy started to grow
i was still a boy
but kathy began to grow up
swarthy faces appeared grinning
a sailor spat in the gutter
an old man made a suggestive gesture with his fingers
no kathy i said please dont look
kathy was no longer listening to me
as i watched her breasts sprouted and grew
her clothes changed
her hair became lighter in some strange style
she wore high heeled shoes and carried a handbag
her lips were red
her eyes were huge and dark
no kathy i said...stop this!
she wasnt even listening
she couldnt even see me anymore in the hustle bustle
i pulled at her hand
i noticed her nails were painted a bright pink
she wore gaudy rings
kathy! i shouted
she turned to me slowly
as if she had great difficulty in seeing me
she looked down
oh kathy whats happened to you
she regarded me with some distant pity
go home now she said...this is no place for a childe
she let go of my hand
and she drifted away through the crowds
already talking to some gentlemen
in one minute she was gone
i was alone in this terrible place
where every face was hard or sad or angry
the people all pushed past me
wherever i stood i was in someones bloody way
the people cursed at me and each other
they mumbled and stumbled
they limped and struggled
they wandered mindless
madness was in the air
the people clutched their dirty cloaks
and shivered in their greatcoats
they smoked foul pipes and drank from metal cans
the women were all brassy artificial and frightening
the men were all cowardly misshapen and brutal
the few children as i saw were miserable wretches
hiding in shadows
running out to snatch up bits n pieces of refuse
this is bad magic i shouted out
no one heard me
no one cared what i thought
i looked in a window
row upon row of people sat
working away on screens
that flickered in front of them
i saw columns of numbers
i saw naked men and women doing unspeakable things
i saw pictures of buildings coming down in flames
mountains spewing fire into the sky
waves rolled down on towns
the wind and rain lashed out like tormented fiends
i saw men fighting and people cheering
i saw men arguing in a great room
i saw the usurper upon his throne
smiling kindly while his eyes were dead
i saw beasts devour each other
i saw a lioness eat her young
men spearing huge fishes that screamed in pain
a pack of men chasing a disc and battering each other
horses reared up throwing their black riders
things fell from the sky
the people kept touching the screens and the pictures changed
a grim looking man got up from his seat
he walked out the door
he said to me
pointing at his screen
go on boy
i have twenty minutes left on that
go on you can use it....!
i went in and sat down at the screen
i touched it
and it sprang to life
a black screen with white letters
the dark picture of a man playing a strange instrument
in greenish letters stood
BEING IN TIME
underneath that
a heading
expelled

19 comments:

EDD said...

What is the strange instrument?

davem said...

Swarthy, angry faces? It IS Wales after all!!
Oops - Missus m is Welsh.
xx

princey said...

...and then the boy was hooked, hooked so bad that a day without reading this strange man's blog made life unbearable.....such is the power of the TIMEBEING!!!
The word expelled makes me nervous sk, you're not thinking of going anywhere are you???? It's true you know, it's unbearable!!!!!
Love Amanda

captain mission said...

for some reason your words this morning reminded me of reincarnation.

cita said...

Heironymous Bosche haunting...

Freddie said...

Oh no! TTB expelled from time!?
That would indeed be a wretched dismal place!

MEM said...

to make you speak
its just a way

distant speed
forged religion

cities our houses
and bones

discovered powerless
beyond believing

recover in the space between
our bodies feeling

destination

Polydora said...

more... more... must have more!
luvin' these.


Davem: "Swarthy, angry faces? It IS Wales after all!!"

That gave me a chuckle!!! Thanks.

EDD said...

guessi'llne'reknow

EDD said...

itain'tasitar...whatkoulditbee?

CAPTAIN BEYOND said...

ditto...
Ne iko

Anonymous said...

The sub-narrative seems to me to say that the "brassy artificial women" and the "cowardly misshapen brutal" men destroy what they do not understand, what doesn't fit into their neatly ordered lives, so everyone can see how smart and powerful they are. The materialism is an excuse for people to disconnect from each other and maintain their superior being position.

Otherwise, sounds like you feel dreadfully guilty about something....Christmas has that affect on people too, unfortunately.

heather said...

nice loop...

kittykat

ScaughtFive said...

Wot the Dickens is got into you, Kill-B?

lily was here said...

The child sidesteps into his parallel future. Chilling for a warm day in December, but wonderful xoxx

eek said...

Well crud...now I'm going to have vivid dreams of being lost in a creepy city. >:(

seoigh said...

Gee, EDD, it seems to me that the instrument is an oh-so-rare Rickenbacker Light Show Balalaika.

fantasticandy said...

disturbing...............

Hellbound Heart said...

very disturbing....not only reminded me of bosch but ts elliot at his bleakest....
love always...

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