One night out, and I’m happy high.Rapture tonight I taste rapture.I’m nervous yet happy and so high. Mesmerized and kissed what a feeling for one night out.I just gave up my job I think I’m in denial but I like this petty way of having fun and when I’m having petty fun I might as well do it with finesse and style.I am what I choose to be at that point in time, in life, in existence.The taste lingers on my lips. It’s so sweet it’s so desirable.I might have to wake up to an empty day.In an empty space, maybe even in an empty room, but I’m moving faster than fate. I feel like a cat, stretched, I get what I want when I want and I’m totally turned on. Big old world passes me by. I can do so many things now. Those high heels are no ones friends.I turn on at the thought of a job lost and a life time of possibilities right up ahead it’s almost like the commercial break is soon going to end and I will be back to the prime time show. Not caring for a minute but caring enough to stop and eliminate the mistakes and righting words I can spell. My mind is slowing down and my fingers are going faster.I’m so turning on right now. My eyes dim but my minds eye or the third eye looks deeper into the belly of the beast. Words and thoughts go swinging past the door to my mind.I’m afraid but I procrastinate those possibilities.I need to wash my dirty laundry and I need to air them out. Just like a virgin bride puts out her blood stained sheets in the front yard for the entire world to see. To see the consumption of sexual fulfilment on the night her virginity ends and motherhood and womanhood seeps through her vagina onto her sheets. Stand up I do, I call “it” I talk to “it”, “it’s” a new friend I like “it” “it’s” simple and I want “it” all to myself its like jay again I remember the nights I spent speaking to him on credit. Santana winds his guitar prelude and lets Chad get on with the lyrics. Its music that hits me hits me slap on the face and reverberates through the silent guest house. The bear and the boy ride a space ship the little boy holds the hands of an in-animate toy believing it to be real to be true to be his friend and to be his partner and the first bear to travel into space. I feel like “it”, I want to drive with him across the open roads onto blank empty highways and fly lovers, both intoxicated both bumping our heads on the roof of his Cadillac.He must laugh at me I think I like “it”, “it’s” sensible and grounded, nice and patient and “it” wants me to cut out on the overdose of please and thank you’s. Every body in the universe once in their lifetimes finds a belly dancer and while some go on to treasure their belly dancer others just keep moving on ignoring the loss of worthlessness.All that shit is fictitious, because I end every nice thing with a loud emphatic yummy. Define always,I put them on the fire and they all boil into a nice mix of incoherence if you really want me make me fish and chips, it’s tasty and it will make you crazy.And I listen on to the song to which me and me danced to at the fire house. I danced and she danced.She was suspicious but I put her on the rock and I drove down the block and slept on the street and she was witness to that.I hang my self upside down and we all do strange contractions to the tunes off a tropical song. Tonight we dance and tomorrow we hang. What a night out. The beats are riding to the gates of crescendo. Because nothing is forbidden anymore. I miss her. It’s been a decade since I saw her room and I saw her hair. She had pretty hair and my maid thought she was skimpily clad but I never left her side while we downed twenty two, yeah twenty two tequila shots. What a feeling in the stomach and then almost like the rhythms you hear on an early morning by the ocean our minds and our consciousness drove to the summit and we started towards glory. Not understanding the dim lights not understanding our bodies and our desires letting all of it come tighter in an exquisite symphony waiting for each other to communicate through the haze of purple pills. “I can change my life to better suit your moods”.Moonlight staircase. To the sounds of an untamed guitar I hate this thought it’s wakeful. But her apartment was named shine on you crazy diamond. The vile is opened and so soft and slow the acid hits the inner recess of his, my life. To suit my moods I pop a purple pill. It’s the same emotion I feel every time I do this. Reality. Yes please, thank you again reality is a divine restricted emotion. I clutch on to it. Like the little boy clutches onto the bear in space.It’s just like the ocean under the moon it’s just like the eagle soaring through the blue, sooty blue sky. She made out with him in an open car. She petted his tame tiger. She had sex with women. She was drenched in white wine when she started singing. I’m going to love her tonight. It’s dark and there are a lot of people loving each other right here, right now. I want to love her. She’s mine and I hate this thought. The music descends to the fires of hell. Eyes wide shut. All undress as the high priestess crawls out of the Corinthian pillars from in between her thighs she brings out the serpent the heated serpent is thrown into a pit of hissing snakes. They all mate and the sound of mating snakes provides the ideal background for seventy six men and seventy seven women to continue mating. From my body emanates a light. A soft, harsh light, she has a child her first and then she goes to buy a bag to put her baby in and bury in. But she buries it in the dead of night so that her eyes can’t see what she’s doing. So, please don’t stop the music because she needs to go back into the house and drink her whisky and go for her abortion. See it’s getting late and I need to go kill that beast named stress.I needed to be the baby, partying, under the freshly thrown soil over me. Face to face.I’ll touch the sky and I’ll be back before you. I want you to take me away so please don’t refuse me my last drink.I hope you get what I’m trying to say so please don’t stop the music or I might get cold.....