And I’ve swallowed the pill only to have my friends bail and so I walk the streets alone.
I am a streetwalker.
I come across a hostel bar … backpackers, ‘Fuck it,’ I think ‘They’ll be up for a yarn.’
There is a staircase leading upward and so I climb and enter a bar full of chatter in a multitude of accents.
A blonde bob sits in a corner booth alone and so I walk as casually as the pill allows and take a seat beside.
She looks up from a White Russian, licks the straw and informs me I resemble, ‘The Dude’.
“This is the highest compliment a man could receive,” I say on two fronts and we both smile and I am aware this night will reveal the rare and the numinous.
“I guess that makes me the Pederast … ‘nobody fucks with ‘The Jesus!’” She tumbles with a fake Chicano accent.
And it is then that I realize I have met this girl before, somewhere in a dream, just out of reach yet within an open wounds single pulse …
“We should get out of here,” I offer.
“We should get out of here,” she replies and no names are exchanged as her hand brushes mine and we walk the streets hand in hand.
I offer her a pill and she dry swallows without question and soon we are witnessing the same rare rainbow offered Noah after God’s latest remorse.
The streets empty and fill and empty once more and we are alone and among and alone amid shared revelation of rare beauties, tortured pleasure and manufactured pain.
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And she and I are old and melted and I creak the stairs with breakfast tray replete with dandelion, and she looks at me from eyes wide in wonder and I set the tray and reply with a stroke of a cheek.
Image: Pixabay.com – Open bottle of pills
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Michael
The sustained dream feeling of it amazes. The final paragraph is nothing shy of brilliant.
Leila
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Very kind Irene, I edited the hell out of the final paragraph so glad it hit as hard as intended.
Selah,
Michael Tyler
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Leilia
Many thanks, I edited the hell out of that last paragraph so glad to see it hit as hard as intended.
Selah,
Michael Tyler
P.S This reply may come up many times as I could not figure out how to reply at first….
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Leila,
Many thanks, I edited the hell out of that last paragraph so glad to see it hit as hard as intended.
Selah,
Michael Tyler
P.S This reply may appear many times as I could not figure out how to reply….
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I agree with Leila that this has a dreamy, ethereal quality – mixed with just the right amount of the unflinching and sordid.
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Paul Kimm
This is just what I was going for… I too enjoy the sordid and the unflinching.
Selah,
Michael Tyler
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Brief but beautiful.
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Steve French
Very much appreciated.
Selah,
Michael Tyler
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Hi Michael,
Surreal, poetic and brilliantly done!
All the very best my friend.
Hugh
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Hugh
You’ve made my day, I was hoping the piece worked as a mood as much as a story, really appreciate your appreciation.
Selah,
Michael Tyler
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