What did you do at school today?

"I'm off to school Mum" I said over my shoulder. Over my other shoulder I carried my bag, sliding door blabbed and I was off. Hayden was outside waiting frustrated look on his face. Forced to walk to school with my brother and I. My brother always late. The sun high enough over the hill to hit the tips of the grass melting the subtle frost and making it seem more like dew.
"Where's your brother?"
"Oh he's still getting ready." I said in the most entitled voice I had.
"How long do you think he's going to be?" his tone slightly abrupt.
"I don't know, you'd have to ask him."
Hayden looked evidently frustrated. I hid my smirk. But in two minutes I'd be just as frustrated, as my brother searched for certainties my mother didn't have.

Without reproach the three of us walked to school, the dew looked lke tiny diamonds hanging from the grass and dark green shoots were forming on the treelines of the residential streets. Yes Daffodils August's only bragging rights perhaps.
"Don't talk to me" Hayden said.
I longed to mention to him that I found him to be the dullest possible individual I had ever met. And that it was convenient that he'd requested silence. Although he did seem to know more about things than my brother and I. Better neglect than foul influence perhaps.
Down the predictable short slope to school. Hayden marched forward pretending not to be associated with us. He had skin that automatically blushed so easily, it reddened so deeply one wasn't sure if he was hellbent bitter angry or ashamed. Other people's opinions weighed heavily on him, certainly not ours, clearly.

After about a decade or so my brother would learn how to conform with the common norms just like Hayden. Mimicking the popular expressions and behaviour to fit in. I'd be the sore thumb doing something weird and embarrasing others and sometimes even myself. That day at school my passive swagger got me through without too much effort. 

Hanging my school bag on the hook in the cloakroom which was right next to the bathrooms, the smell of urinal cakes and mold from some of the other kids school bags. So unkempt and clumsy the class would have made a popular comedy series. The stale dusty smell of the classroom. The teacher forcing herself to greet us.
"Hi sweet heart, how are you this morning" she beamed.
"What did I do to deserve such a welcome" My mind was screaming, But I didn't actually say it.
"Good mrs Brown" A programmed answer that seemed to turn the lock.
Before I could dwell on the idea some child was doing something interesting enough to capture my attention. Or I was dragged off by another early arriver to do something they needed a plus one to play with. 

At 15pm the day was done and I was on my way home, my brother would find me on our predictable route home. The ground dry and warm by a few degrees now, Morning seemed another universe.
For the afternoon held promise of a few free hours before dinner and the tedious inquisition about the day with mother. More questions I wouldn't be able to easily answer.

On our last league of the journey home, a few questions did pop up though.
"Simon what does (Insert curse word) mean?
"Do you think we'll see Dad tonight?"
I felt like a cash empty bank with lines of people asking for money. I had nothing to offer and no way to dodge the questions. I sometimes made up answers and when my brother found out, he'd rebuke me for days on end. The truth was I didn't know what the words meant. I didn't know where my father was.

Past Michele's house who they called fleabag, I never understood bullying at that early stage.
Past may's house a thin sticklike cricket enthusiast a year older, obsessed with sports and cursing us when he got the chance. Past the cree's house a fattish friend of my brothers with a strange english father. Then on to the flat combed lawns of my home street. So familiar, external, yet inside me.
Hugging me when I was distraught and alone and taught that my problems were my own.
The sliding door blabbed as I pulled it open, babysitter on the couch pretended with less forced effort than the teacher
 "Hi simon, so good to see you, where's your brother?" 
"He's coming" My brother would often walk a few paces behind as we got into the house.
The smile she gave me wasn't completely fake. Which seemed to rid me of the burdens I'd typically carried home with me. 
My brother kicked off his favorite gumboots.(his only pair, but he prefered them more than shoes, probably because there was no laces, and tying shoes involved hours of screaming). I hung my bag in the laundry and went to the kitchen.

Having no idea of the world I lived in, another day at school seemed to change nothing, my brain, my heart and soul seemed to generate a tiny percentage of the awareness I have today. Curiosity was never scarce, however everything was a mystery that required much too much effort to investigate.

Tatooed flimsy heart

 under the want
A piece of you
crying to admit
an unfair world

slide on through
these sleek routines
such lifestyles
molding a profile

Under your want
the eternal flavor
pouring out in secret
crying to find a limit

Peaceful existence
so many compare
you just merge
the length of it all

discover this now
what shade of human
ambiguous for now
each eternal flavor

each juicy mistake
written on each face
You just don't smile
It's all allowed

practical jokes are louder than car accidents
Romance and sincerity long hurse ride
Lose yourself in the moments
noone would give themselves to admit

The direction of the river

 In Balance with itself
symmetrical knowing
relaxed poised
humble beauty

knowledge hides
graceful lizard
sunlover track that track it
smoothly

streamlike
river fever
clasping rocks
wetting them

Dragged away
passive criminal
eyes speak
convey

Knowledge refuses
intoxicatingly graceful

The silent heart
blares like such an alarm

The three triangles

 The secret of power is separation they say. Separation of class, physical separation. Human hierarchy above and beyond the access of the peasant masses. With the middle class consolidating spaces in spacious appartments high up in tower complexes.

The Women of the triangle ruling from 2040 represent this Hierarchy. allowing the advancement of the human race as a unit, yet separating the classes. Not because they necessarily enacted it with their policies, human kind as we know it are born to vary in skill and intelligences, during each epoch some are redundant or even overlooked, others take center stage.

A company Gishvera controled the network of hydroelectric dams here in Brazil in 2040. Intricate networks of efficient energy creating hardware, that among other things filtered drinking water.

In the dry areas towers were erected under the highlands surrounded by deep moats going down three hundred meters holding vast amounts of water. The towers consisted of a control center for the distribution of energy from the turbines, river water and clean drinking water toward the scattered peasant towns in the low lands.

Huge triangular windows in the towers symbolized the movement upheld by three women. hundreds of thousands of wealthy merchant and administrative class families lived in the tall buildings within these towers, with access to thousands of consumer products the peasant class could only dream of obtaining. The exclusive access was the customized leveraged reward to get ample productivity out of the middle classes.

Obsession with brand and ostentation accelerated into a fully materialistic reality. For the tower dwelling middle class all house hold jobs are carried out by robots and automation, something the lowland people usually have to build or design themselves at a high cost.
Gargantuan air ships that float above the towers housed the elite class who often float around several of the hydro towers, monitoring and upgrading each one. The elite class reproduce using laboratories using processes like crispr to enhance their offsprings health intelligence and behaviour. During war or exploration they have neural chips inserted enabling them better planing and respond to threats and problems.

Gishvera doesn't have a land army and relied on a mix of new age jets, fast moving drones and paratroopers. Everything is controlled by air.
Large floating aircraft carriers move toward a conflict. Deploying over land cities in time of conflict. Civil wars continue to plague the world, revolutionary movements surging in times of lack.
The three triangles dominate the world through the energy company Gishvera, the mining conglomerate
FA Frugal Abundance, and the intellectual spiritual movement the three triangles, which only serves and influences the highest elite.

In the poorest of towns, besides cleaner water and an abundance of good food, not a lot changes. The struggle to acquire a place in the towers becomes the meaning of life. And even after that the main goal of the tower classes is still to consume. As the moon, mars and asteroids are inhabited all being mined, material wealth keeps most economies healthy. Space tourism is not cheap but much more popular than earth tourism. Social ascension is probable for many of the lowlands. criteria ranging from skills, health, fertility, personal habits. Under the panels of Gishvera analysts.

Dog applied

 dog lies
head turned inward
graceful posture
kitchen door strategy

Dog eyes
prepared lunch
mouth opens ferry tongue passes
over saliva sea

dog sighs
unfed and unseen
you'd notice the discontent
doggy language

Dog dines
just biscuits and a piece of egg
midday a fussy child
slopping water

looking up for seconds
what pets we make to the world

voodoo airlines

 flying voodoo
I'd love to smell the top of the city
flooded in darkness
that marroned top hat

A look of surprise
Survivers usher us to shush
oh the danger and entrees
The endless night

exit a night breeze
rutted nightmare
taking it's time to dissapate
A look of surprise

staring from the window ledge
saxophone fell crashing off the side
smashing into lil fragments
lipgloss and surprised eyes

Streetlights flicker
something appears from nowhere
enters your thick dream
but how the hell did it get in here

breathing shifts
the brow heats like an element
nervous heart
wake to the dim

where did you slaughter
a sense of sanity
leading us through
the eternity of colorful rumours

That huddle up to us in slumber
swapping places
getting their ghastly mugshots
singing their long stories

their luggage at that foot of your bed
voodoo flight ready
gate's in your head
they're leaving now

you are right there...

A drink before work

 Observing these silly teenage friends playing dare on the parapet. Buddy the youngest and boldest took a step toward the ledge, the toes of his boot making it just over the edge. He screamed "Do something with our life" Imitating a teacher they'd had that day. Obviously trying to impress the two older girls in the group. Every few minutes the group seemed to move an inch closer to the edge of the building's terrace rooftop.
Buddy inched his backfoot halfway closer to the ledge provoking gasps from the group behind him. Tony yelled at him "Buddy get back here, you are going to kill yourself". Buddy's body completely facing the open night air off the building, scoffed. 

He slowly turned his upper body without changing the position of his legs or feet on the ledge. Above the terrace exit door hung a sinister slightly blue halogen that lit up Buddy's face as he exclaimed, "You guys are meters from the edge completely terrified, you will never feel this freedom I have right now."
Sarah chimed in "Buddy what are supposed to do if you fall?"
Uneasy the group stared at Buddy. Buddy's eyes became reflective the way a cat's does in the dark, his face forming an impudent monkeyish grin.
"Nothing because I'll be flying out here in the night, I can fly over all of this, I am immortal!"
And with that Buddy launched himself off the building. Jemma scoffed as if it were a joke.

 The others ran to the edge holding on to the tiny parapet looking for signs of buddy's broken smudge of a body somewhere below. The street was well lit, a couple of people were walking home from a late night at the office, cars were passing by. But on the pavement there was nothing except the concrete folds of where sidewalk met road and alternated through entryways and intersections.
Jemma pretending not to care flicked a cigarette out of the shiny box effortlessly as if the competiton to impress everyone was still on. Tony shakily asked for one, and she repeated her neat little trick. The rest of them remained speechless their mouths agape.

Amaury The oldest started calling out. "Buddy where are you? Are you okay? where did you go man?"
Tony, Jemma and Sarah joined him. Screaming as loud as they possibly could, "BUDDY WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?? WHERE ARE YOU?
They felt panic in the veins of their wrists and neck conquered only by aggressive curiousity. Where was Buddy's body? How did he just disappear as if he hadn't fallen at all, and merely disappeared. Tony the smartest of them felt it was like Buddy was playing a practical joke on them, one that made his stomach ache and his heart pound like electric shocks. The others were even more bewildered.

The group sat down close to the ledge and started to discuss going back down to the pavement to check, providing there was no sign of him, they would head home and wait for Buddy to reappear at school taunting them. Amaury got up angrily and started shouting desperately out into the night "Buddy where are you, are you okay? say something!"
The streetlights below suddenly went out and the blue halogen light on the buidling's rooftop door dimmed. An echo of a voice could be heard, the teens turned from the dimmed halogen light out toward the now even darker night air off the building.

"You'll never feel this freedom, I will fly forever in this night. I am immortal."
Tony breathed a sigh of relief, only to gasp heavy air, Jemma Sarah and Amaury were on the ledge looking out toward the shape of Buddy hovering an odd forty meters from them.
Buddy's catlike eyes making the whole scene evermore surreal.
Jemma screamed out "Buddy can I fly too? How are you doing this?"
Sarah pulled her back, "Don't do that Jemma, this is not normal"

Amaury put his foot up to the ledge, Tony and the girls atleast a meter from the edge called, "Amaury get back off the ledge, There's something going on here." Amaury turned around, instead of a defiant grin he wore an acquiescent frown. Launching himself off the building, as if dutifully doing a chore for his mother, shrugging his shoulders apathetically before he disappeared.

Buddy's shape came closer as the Tony and the girls looked below for signs of Amaury's body.
He repeated the words "Do something with your life." The three looked up to see Buddy floating about twenty meters from them now, hovering Buddy pointed his right hand upward from shoulder height and continued to taunt them, "You will never have this freedom."

Sarah got up as if possesed sprinted toward the blue halogen light opened the door and she was gone, probably directly home to huddle in a corner somewhere. 
Jemma hugged Tony as they watched Buddy hover off the building.
Tony kept his eye on Buddy as Jemma buried her face in Tony's chest her sobbing still audible.
Buddy swung toward and away from Tony "I will fly all night, I am immortal."
Tony shouted at him " STOP IT BUDDY, WHAT IS THIS? 
Buddy came in real close and uttered a single word- "cowardice"
Infuriated Tony placed Jemma aside and grabbed onto Buddy's baseball sweatshirt, perplexed he saw blood all over it, without a second to give thought to it, Tony was pulled from the ledge and also disappeared.

Jemma took two long paces backwards facing outward. She could hear screaming now coming from below. It was definitely Sarah. She realized that her friends must have fallen to their deaths, and that buddy had used some diabolical ruse for duping them. After a few minutes in silence she realized she was alone.
She turned to run but picked up a strange shape in her peripheral hugging the side of the adjacent building. She slowly paced to the otherside of the building not ten meters away in the darkness something clung to a window ledge, about twelve stories off the ground. She activated her cellphone light which illuminated a very formally dressed skinny man in his early thirties with a thick custom made Iv drip in the corner of his mouth and something big in his free arm. It was a briefcase and a body.

Buddy's limp body looking up at Jemma directly with that defiant grin and those cat like reflective eyes, yet his body seemed drained, was he dead? He still looked alive. The clothes the young man was dressed in seemed to be from the forties.
The IV drip seemed to be hooked up to Buddy's neck, the young man said, "Just getting a drink before work." She could see the red liquid moving through the IV into his mouth and Buddy's grin widening.