Near the landfill there is a soccer field
The neighborhood kids assembled
divided into two groups
and started playing
Two minuted after arriving
One of the kids opened his hand
and declared, -its going to rain!
And another ten seconds passed
Then the showers came
but the kids kept playing
Shrieking even more
yelling themsleves hoarse
slipping and sliding
Until the game became just about balance
The baby kind
the unformed mind
All rhythm no thought
All expression
No reflection
Popular entrance
appeal melts most of men's indifference
sparking the kindling crackling curiousity
They look onward
stretch yourself you elegant mammal
The baby kind
Everything is face value
first sight first impression
simple and exquisite
Kiss the air unintentionally
March in and own the light
Those shards of light showing you off
All the way in and out
people try to earn your smile
She spun overbusy in the kitchen and screamed I need parsley
children were bewildered as their mother beleld like an alarm
So out I went on my skateboard toward the supermarket
The streets were straight and flat
I could roll smoothly through without much effort at all
I felt the concrete judder gently under the chunky wheels
Half way there I remembered the parsley I was growing
It a bulky clump, surely I could take some from there.
I started skating back to the garden where the parsley grew
But on my way back the street had changed
None of the footpaths and sidewalks were even
There were obstacles blocking setting cement
There were cracks and pot holes
I'd have to take myself off the skateboard
walking among the messy roadway
From across the street the professional skateboarders skated
They observed me and laughed
Time seem to slip by faster
As if I myself was wading through wet cement
Coming home empty handed
No parsley
not even another similar herb
Perhaps a substitute
No just an adult with a skateboard
Legs covered in bruises and cement
I'd keep rearranging myself, well can you blame me?
Morning in a different order, birds will dance
Banana leaves busy
making a religion from the wind
Universe kept leaving its clothes for me to pick up
I watered the same plants
with a different mind acting up behind my eyes
I thought about this from a new mind that took over from the old one
A person refusing to be ordinary
and a small green insect
eating its way through a lettuce patch
I pulled a weed and found a deeper root beneath
This is the world getting through your experience
Evening I had become reasonable, which was disappointing
The plants had grown so well, fertility showing in all it's little signs
I was looking for evidence so the I could plant more
But the garden never needed proof
It slips down in the water
Dragging light out of everything
Saps your energy
Sucks the marrow from your bones and leaves you crawling
makes one think life has no point
Makes existence look like a rigged game
It was too drunken to sustain
A filthy bargain to sell tomorrow and survive tonight
To kill thirst
To choke the screaming from my own throat
It makes one thirstier than ever
Leaves you parched in a desert of your own design, licking sand
More stupid and sentimental
Blubbering disorientation and broken compasses, mistaking every oasis
So lost, the world is a dizzy place
Horizon snaps sanity slithers, the ground turns traitor, every direction predatory
Do these words give any more grip
Just clawing at the air, strangle meaning empty adjective?
On this place I'm slipping away from
Crumbling reality comes apart as the horizon did
Who I want to be
Fighting to become that flicker of good inside me
What I want to pursue
The thing I hunger, as darkness tries to sell me off cheap
They are crushing questions
Grinding my senses a million easy answers
I wish they could go back to being empty
Silence and hollow space
But feeling is a quality
The insensitive are cursed
My name is Dimmy Ribbons. I'm a mixed breed dog living inside the property of the landfill.
I sit here under a broken piece of garage roof. It’s currently raining. I have my chin on my paw. I’m looking up at the faintest sign of the sun behind the nonstop oncoming cloud.
Suddenly my head goes up, because I heard thunder coming from the distance.
I am in panic, but I decided to keep a level head.
I moved further back under the aluminium roof. Curled up inside some bubble wrap.
I thought to myself the rain will soon be gone and I’ll be able to wander around and maybe hunt a rat.
I saw a blind dwarf, who had been dropped off by one of those state institutions.
I stared and stared at him. He sat shivering in the rain. He sat on an upside down plastic bucket.
It made that cracking sound like it was going to come apart.
But it held together.
I kept an eye on the blind dwarf. His thick forearms looked like two stubby table legs.
What had he done to end up here?
What had I done, had my owner not seen the the light in my eyes? Had I broken too much furniture?
I slid it out of my head.
I thought, I am Dimmy Ribbons! Yes, just a dog!
Not at all! I am a great animal. Am I?
Despite the rain I sprinted out and grabbed the blind dwarf’s thick rolled up jeans from around his ankles. I barked and he reached down and patted me. I guided him through to the highest space between the aluminium and the ground.
Once in he realized it was like a shelter.
The blind dwarf hobbled around until he found a plastic panel to lie down on.
He sighed and started sleeping.
How am I, Dimmy Ribbons the dog, supposed to find enough food for the two of us.
Maybe I could kill a cat.
It started raining harder, I sat down dug into my coat with my naturally sharp teeth, snapping off a tick and taking a few fleas off.
If only I could be a tick sitting on a mountain of flesh. Sapping the blood to keep me sustained and happy everyday. My home would be my meal. What a concept.
The blind dwarf rolled around on the plastic panel to get comfortable, the dropping water was inches away from his face, as if he had put his head closest to the downpour so he could make sense of his surroundings through the sound of the raindrops.
The clouds darkened and the day faded into dusk. I closed my eyes inside my bubble wrap nest, waking myself up with the first snore rattles. Then hurrying back to the important business of sleep.
Deep sleep with dreams that allowed me to see the faces of the kids and parents at the house I used to live at.
Was I a terrible mongrel?
I knew I had a lot of energy. Now I was a host for blind dwarf under a broken aluminium roof at a landfill.
"Christa are you with us?"
where am I?
Who are you?
Can you please unstrap my wrists
What did you do?
Why are my arms hurting?
I'm looking at you cop
if you wanted to kill me
should have gotten it done
You administered twice and failed
What's wrong diluted the dose to save state money
And now your stuck with me
A murderer a torturer
A women enraged who will remind you of your error
every single day
I dont' know if it was the Devil
Epstein's ghost or what put me back on the map
But my arms are killing me
I'm going to need more of those drugs
My lawyer is going to be in touch
(RIP Colleen Slemmer)
