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| ISSUE #11 $O.OO |
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| June 2004 |
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| Interception of Monster Parts |
| by Pat Lawrence |
| Interception of monster parts. There was a huge gargantuan thing coming out of the back of the cave. It was huge And yet, also not huge Like a presence was around it that made it big, but inside it was a crying (loudly) baby. There was hanging sausage in vats, dripping their spiced juice into the drained opening at the bottom. There was a slab of meet There were many of them. unlike people cold and sullen Empty, they were drained hanging up there. Six years earlier, we were all sitting around a table, sharing the last cigarette in the pack. Taking long drags, some of us, And others trying more to be slow, so as to savor it, and to save some for the others. But I didn't hold it against Bill Trepidation. He hates everything less than he hates himself And that is not to underestimate his self-esteem He loves a lot He loves a lot of people And me, he also loves One night we were alone in a room, upstairs while a party was going below at Stephen's house. And we had been upstairs, Drinking and snorting short lines of coke But he made a silly move on me. He put his hand on my thigh because he didn't know what was going on in his mind. Because yes, I loved him. But no, we weren't lovers. We were good friends and that was all. I told him so and he went away. He didn't come into view again for a long time. Yes, I loved him too. We were all sitting around a table sharing the last cigarette in the pack And stephen remembered that party, But he didn't know anything about what happened upstairs. I didn't tell anyone. And I knew Bill needed me to not tell. Now, here, after he had come back and finished telling his stories about where he had been, He confessed to us all, even to me Because I re-learned the event when he told it. The party, downstairs, had been full of people, Lots of women, And how did we get them there. It was amazing. Women in short dresses, with nice figures. Like a beer commercial Like the dreams we're told to dream. And it didn't please me, and an it didn't appeal not bill. But they were there and for about ten minutes me and steve and bill and two other guys And we sipped and thought about how great it was. Until my illusions started to fade and I went to the bathroom prematurely. But now there was also nothing to see. Now the things in the locker were dark because the door was shut and there was a dog running everywhere. I didn't make sense of it, and couldn't. I wouldn't anyway, It was sick twisted shit and my mind wouldn't wrap around it. Not Bill, but something else, That monstrous baby. |