The Nobody with the Chance to be a Hero to Somebody

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Contained with—

         In jury duty

Pain emanates

         From routes

Un honed

Armor-piercing.

Ear-shattering

A small incision

Just below

The line of sight…

Obstinate jailer

Pacing up a floor routine

Dangling freedom

About—watching as salvation

Steals from his unsteadiness—

Easily seen, and playable if so deemed—

His naivety

Ignorance…you’re the biggest thing to cross his page

                  A full context ad, in a world where the best

                  Has always been a passing byline or two

                  Sweat billows upon each the points…”don’t screw this up, don’t be that guy, just play it cool, wait for the cavalry to return, and take this guy away…”

                           “HEY…doesn’t it seem strange…”

“Ignore him…just trying to get in your head…stay focused….don’t be the fool…don’t be tricked”

                           “I’m innocent…I’m being set up…and you’re the patsy…the perfect nobody…not my words…but I’m sure the one’s you’ve thought over and over again…and guess what….they know it too….you’ll get a call…very soon if I’m close here…it’ll say something to the effect of….”

         “Shut UP…damn it….I said be quiet…”

Pools freely flow

Drainage ditches rutting down the carotid, spreading quickly beneath the uniform…

                           “Well…hey…I get it…really…I do…this is the break you’ve been praying for…dreaming of…ain’t it at least the tiniest bit odd though…that a bolo goes out…a vague description…White Male…Late 20’s to mid 40’s…no hair color…no additional features…kind of odd too, isn’t it…how such a major criminal I am…and they can’t or don’t even include the fact I have shoulder length hair and an extremely full beard…perhaps it’s just me…but I think those descriptions would’ve been added…don’t you…you seem like a fairly intelligent guy…kind of makes you wonder at least right?  

         “Just you…just shut up…let me think…no more out of you…”

                           “Hey, I get it…don’t let ethics or something so minor as due diligence get in the way now…no, and then, what are the odds…that the bolo goes out at 3:00pm from…. and at 3:30 I’m getting picked up here…when we’re at least 2 hours away from….”

Instigating morality from a robust crypt

         Options are limited; yet trip the switch we often must

                  Demand more information, additional data to bolster the claim…if not, then why…please…some details must be obtained…some conveniences have to be explained….

Open ended…. the way every story…ever play…finishes…when you cut away…

Moiety (Dark)

Erstwhile patrons of the disavowed
I'm sorry for the actions
these hands caused.
       are the final words my poor mother will ever hear me speak.

Shackled, in chains, paraded about the streets, naked and in shame…

       are the last sights my poor mother will have ever cast upon me…

INSIDE THE VOID….A REALM FOR THE WORST OF THE WORST
Current Population: 1

Darkness: My dearest nemesis, I know a part of you still feels what I
                feel, breathes the air I do, see the stars as they appear this
                side of the universe…you were not the one he Exiled, into
                this imbroglio of circumstance.  No, you are living the life
                that I should have been sharing, with you, side by side,
                ruling as brothers should…it was not my fault…but my words
                were never eloquent enough and as I had often suspected,
                even from the most incipient of days, you proved to
                me..there, on that final day, you never trusted me, not in
                the slightest..
             
                No…you are not here, in this place, where the texture is
                imbued with the hate and anger of knowing this is all there
                shall ever be…unjustly accused of that which I did not  
                conceive…YES, YES I DID SOME THINGS, some very bad
                things…but as for my charges…well…those things I most
                certainly did not do...

                and so I am here, in this void, securely imprisoned, with no
               hope of possible escape or vindication…no chance to prove my
               innocence…to see your face, father's too…when you hear the
               news…when you hear the truth…and I shall savor the
               apologies…I shall enjoy them very much…yet, accept them I
               shall…for despite this all…we are family…we still are kin…

               but, no, I am here, in this lonely, lonely land..where all I
               can see, is a muted and selective vision of reality…an ever
               existing imbrication…where my unhappiness and hostility
              "grace' me in haunting fashion, while the the "pleasures" of
               bearing witness to every comely vision they all see in you,
               overlaps me in dreadful patterns of regularity.

While I must ever brood, of possibility, of  for the day I see your faces again, and what these hands shall do then...

ENTER THE HARBINGER

H: Hey, sad sack…
D: Who else is here?
    For surely, you are not an imbecile
H: Nope, you got me
D: and sarcasm too... are you mocking me?
     as those in violation of such offenses, soon find
     just how ephemeral their lives can be
H: look, dude, I'm just passing through and I could give
     two plumes of a cuckoo about you, but I heard something
    you might find interesting….
D: What is this something that you speak of
H: Well, if you let me finish a thought, I'd tell you…
     I was over by the lake house, and saw your twin…
D: Not my twin, my moiety... we are one in the same, equals..
     separated that's all…He's my light, and I'm, well, I'm his
     penumbra, together we are one,united…a complete set…
     a panoply…yes, that is what father always called our unique
     gift….brother always would say it's what made us who we are…
     what made us special….me on the other hand….I saw it as the
     worst possible character flaw
H:  …anyhow, he said he'll be wed next week, on the fourth...
D: Wed, as in… marriage?
H: ...to Felicity, and that's when I
     remembered…
D: She is MINE…
H: you two were quite the item…I remember that love affair well...
D: It was not a mere dalliance, as you so crudely put it…it was much      
    more than that…it was everything...
    ...how has this come to be, tell me now...
H: Don't know, don't care…just thought you should know
D: And why…why would you come here to me…with this news...
     what motives do you conceal...in fact, how did you slip
     pass the brutes at the gates…
H: Hey, can't a guy throw another dude a bone, after all, seems like
     you could use one, being all by yourself and all…probably don't
     get many visitors...
D: Don't you pity me…not from a message boy…

Darkness rose from his throne of animosity, inured by this recent bestowal of information, bone sword firmly in hand, blood-tinged beads of sweat anointing his charcoaled skin….

H:  Dude, chill, don't work yourself…

Then, just there, Darkness thought of quite the clever ploy.  He was always an excellent miscreant, the epitome of what furtive schemers strived to become, ever the surreptitious child this one was…

D: No, you are correct, absolutely right…it matters not
H: Sounds like it mattered some…

With anger boiling beneath the flesh, Darkness was doing all he could to remain in this fragile state of composition…the slightest provocation could be his moment of undoing…the forbearance was gnawing fierce...

D: no, again, you are correct, of course she meant something…she still
  means something…but I am here, and I can not blame her for falling
  for him…after all, she most certainly sees me every time she looks at
  him, every touch, every embrace…

H: Ok, I get it, but I couldn't tell ya, as per the wings, not a shrink…

D: But…could you wait but a moment longer…I...
             Darkness quickly scurries into a room behind his throne

H: no prob…

Darkness returns, holding a talisman of ever-shifting shades of hue

D: Could you deliver this…heirloom…to my dearest brother…as a token
     of the joy I feel for this union to be….a pre-pre- wedding gift if you            
     would…
H: Now you're talking my language bro…delivering stuff, that's my
    thing…

Darkness hands the talisman to the winged courier…and off he went,
fluttering up and out from sight…

D: I pray my dear, dear brother accept this small gesture…

FADE TO LIGHT


The bold-print words were taken from Shawna's prompt at her weekly feature, Monday Melting.  Head on over there and see what others have  spun with the words supplied and join in while you're there, it's creativity at it's finest…

As for this tale…part two will appear over at my other site and continue there…it all just kind of came to me perusing the list of words Shawna provided, so I'm not sure how long this tale will wind up being, or what direction it will take…but should be fun to work through, and I'll continue to incorporate as many words as I can from this weeks list, there are 100 of them to choose from...

The Coffee Shop- The All Is Lost Moment

Months had lapsed

Since last I sipped

That special tea,

Yet each day on

Return I would,

All,

For another chance at sight

 And so the day would then come

Where between the wiping down

Of empty tables and the trivial

Courtesies shared, between waitresses

And the occasional “refill” directed at you

Alive lit the double glass

A rainbow was there to pass

Gleaming colors would abound

Time did then stop; I heard not a sound

As she skipped the crowded street before me there

Twenty to the table placed,

For about six dollars worth of grub-

A small tip to pay for a chance at love,

And to the door, rush did I,

Out the jingle, jangle of storefront bell

To the street I’ve come to know so well

Out there, amongst the sea of autonomy,

Eclipsed my eyes did she, the epitome of

Everything I would wish in life

I rushed through suits as fast I could

Wiggling past the swinging purses and

The clapping of canes, to her side I sped

So brave

And there she was; and there I stood

My throat had cleared; the speech prepared

For months on end, itching for its time,

It was now here; it was past due

         When then he came beside her

         With slowing pace I began to lag

         Thinking positive thoughts, just

         To stay in the right frame, brother,

         Cousin, coworker, friend, anything, any message other than

         What that embrace a moment later would there send.

The Coffee Shop- Part I ? (The Inciting Incident)

A casual encounter

On an ambiguous

Thursday afternoon

It was sometime

Shortly after lunch

As the sandwich wrapper

Still rustled—fresh mustard

Connecting table to thumb,

For a chance of vision

There she flashed,

A brilliant glimpse behind

The paned glass

The waitress returned

But did not bother

As it was obvious

I was not there,

Slowly, stirring the empty mug

It was clear

My thoughts had gone elsewhere.

Tuesday is upon us once again.  And you all know what that means?  Yep, Open Link Night over at D'Verse.  Make sure you stop by for this first OLN of the New Year and read some wonderfully creative poetry and even submit one of your own for others to enjoy.  Cheers. 

Hellbred for Halloween

Midnight vanity

Children,

Monsters,

Scourge

Pop-star repercussion

In this,

That latter place

The republication of

Acuteness

Thoughts converge

Convulsing apathetical

By riddles cawed in masks of straw

Violence in the vigilant

A village of weight

Upon

The Vigilante

Stuck sorting through each mask

Stars dim their twilight

Feigned superstitions

Unearthed inside

All days to follow

Pay the fare

For scorpions tears

Black-winged scales

Dragon's teeth,

Dissect & Stare

Blend, stir, chill, and serve

Sanguine seeker

Ashen, to the parched

Landscape—

         Where taste is beholden

         By thirst—“young kids, what they know”

Stirring…

“Every time some damned whack job writer talks about sexy vampires or cool demons, we get a cult of reenactments”

Sauntering throughout each chalk-lined imprint, the—

I guess, now, newly appointed, or acting, in the very least—

Sheriff can feel the breathing, singeing, of each hair upon his neck—

“Get back, that’s what the yellow line is for people, just get back, NOW, don’t want no more unnecessary tonight—it’s freakin’ Halloween people, go bob some darned apples or whatever you all do these days”

Vegetarian (of circumstantial foundations) vexed in frustration

For philosophy stands, tonight, in disregard

Hallowed day breeds hollowed eve

Parents clamoring for condemnable treats

Forgetting tricks comprise the second half

Spillage

Senses flare

                  “I MADE A PROMISE”  “A MF’N promise”—

The tension tinges to a flair.  Shift’s been long extended now, “Don, I mean Sheriff, whatever happened didn’t happen here…been over the area twice now, somethin’ obviously happened, but this place is dry”

“SO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO TELL PETE’S WIFE AND KIDS- GO KNOCK ON HIS DOOR AND WAIT FOR HIS MISSES TO ANSWER, PROBABLY WITH THE KIDS BY HER LEGS, DRESSED UP & READY TO GO-HE SAID THEY WAS GOING TO BE THOSE DAMN LITTLE VARMINTS FROM THE GEICO COMMERCIAL- THE OLDEST ONE—(sniffles, wiping tears) he’s got the megaphone…Pete says he’s got the Command down pat…and I don’t have to tell you, miracle that kid’s even made it this long, with what he’s got and all…SO ROW, ROW, ROW…What the F’ Should I tell them, Trick or treat, WHAT THE F', YOU WANTA BE THE ONE”

None of the uniforms say a word.  Heads are hung, eyeing concrete over the extensively jagged pause, severed only when

Don turns back to them, streaming tears abandoning, “ You all go home, be with your families…"


Not knowing if they should listen to the Sheriff or the guilt, the officer's fidget amongst themselves, until

Don reprises the demand, "You all deaf now, just go…THAT”S AN ORDER”

Looking up the sky reveals a raven’s plummet

In-spiral spheres, the drizzling afterglow lost in cosmic drift. 

Pinprick tingles length of spine,

Down the legs and up the blades

Look around and realize: I stand amidst a cavalcade of temptation

The sheriff eyes the women marching the strip.  Are they working? Why the hell would anyone dress like that?  It gets you thinking, doesn’t it?

Alas, I am much too weak

Turning around, reopening the yellow gate, Sheriff Don stares into the side-view mirror, of his friends car, “Pete, damned you, of all people, you should’ve just gone home…" 


Poking about the gravel, looking for anything, anything at all, "Gonna hafta get this towed back to station…”   

That’s when he noticed…

He was showing, 
just a bit, but still,
 a tooth was escaping lip,

“kinda figured, anger does it to me every time…thank God it’s tonight”

"Wait all year for the one night,

The one damned night,

Get to be myself,

And I’ve been so darned good,

Damn, you Pete"


Sheriff Don called in the tow, waited for those scavengers to arrive, "Gonna cost a fortune...oh, yeah they love this... f'n overtime"


After all was silent once again,
He felt it,
That same feeling he first felt 200 years before,
Hunger, pure hunger

"Holiday my ass...

At this point, F' it,

Might as well,

Restart the fast

In the morn, after all 
it is M'F'N Halloween”
 

This Halloween themed piece is also being shared over at Jingle Poetry at the Gooseberry Gardens for their weekly Poetry Picnic.