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HOW THIS STORY ENDS

HOW THIS STORY ENDS

you beg to be told
how this story ends
and if has devised
characters, roles
for you all

meanwhile much industry
pens glide, scratch
the surface, keys clunk,
go virtouso,
get depressed

the story presenting
difficulties, problems
with plot progression,
creating
    space for obligations,
consequences, causes, choices

but you (as
I did promise)
slotted in there
somewhere
at least for a scene,
perhaps a quick death

before which, I swear,
there for you a rich
gamut of experiences

the touch of
lips against your mouth
and there
  in that very instant,
rain on your skin

heart
in your chest – – heaving,
beating,

whether or not
the Earth notices, world
cares to read,

or (between you and me)
would like to give a damn 

MAINSTREAM NARRATIVE

MAINSTREAM NARRATIVE
(for the students)

the great locomotive
steamed out of the station

built up
momentum
determined to cross
from
ocean to
ocean

but
ran out of track
and crashed

unable to
hold up that weight
on its cardboard wheels

FALTERED

FALTERED

his fingers faltered
that one
writing the script

and so best sibling
stepped into
replace him

but that one
not
weaned
the same

was of outlook
whole different genre

and so the dream
          disappeared, we
became awake

congratulated ourselves
on
     the end
of the fiction, red
pill reality

but it was
       embedded level
of dream
and
     move into nightmare

IN THE BEGINNING

IN THE BEGINNING

IN THE BEGINNING

I was very small. I felt very small too: lying in my bed curiously warm, not frozen with fear.

The thing was massive and its violence was unimaginable. I heard the screams and the seconding sounds of slaughter through my bedroom walls, solid brick though they were.

Then there was silence. The dark shadow shape towering over me filling the room came through the door, then slipped into bed next to me as it did so diminishing in size and then disappearing entirely.

I knew it was there. I knew that it would remain with me forever. Sleep came quickly. As I slipped away I knew that this creature, this beast, this entity and I had an affinity. Whatever it was, whatever its nature it would be spending a lifetime with me.

Turning all the dark vision is churning my head into words, this would be its legacy and terrible gift.