STATE: SOBER
DATE - 09/30/2018
We were high, also drinking wine, with seven of the 12 prostitutes from those apostles of the House of Joanne, a dirty little whorehouse outside of Rollins, a city if by definition of 12,000 people, mostly crack heads and two bit car thieves, liars, people who drifted in and out of life, a needle, a pipe, some trash for a bed, and there, in the moment, a blink of an eye, was Jack and his brother John, both high enough to see the sky was not real but a broken computer screen.....and all the people said AMEN!!!!!!2038 - We couldn't remember when the world began to fall; maybe it was before there was a world, set by the gods, in an age before there was memories.
It could have been 1983 and we were just too high to see the calendar hanging on the wall behind the bartender, John I think was his name, though it could have been Mary.
We ordered two beers.
Joe was with me; good old Joe, his mom left the liquor cabinet unlock when she passed out, that way we didn't have to break the glass to get in.
"Fucker owes me two bucks!" Joe said shooting up and running towards a guy, his fist smashing into the fellow's face, hard and breaking bones.
Both fell, the man to the floor without any notion he was falling, Joe in an attempt to have his fist meet the man's brains, each fist slamming hard into the man's face, over and over, each blow sending blood splattering through the air.
"Mother fucker, better give me my two dollars!!"
The bartender jumped over the bar, not missing a beat, trying to attempt to pull Joe off of the man.
"We don't need this shit man!! Get outta here!"
"I just want my fucking two dollars!!" Joe growled, one last punch, the man gasping through broken teeth, a possible puncture lung.
We left, it wasn't worth the hassle.
To deliver, the masses from the devil, to see, to hear, the blazing of the sun, against a neon sky, to feel that heaven's grace, upon our faces, a techno sound, a dried taste of iron from the blood, in our mouth, in our nose, that grace, that blood, upon the ground.I dropped Joe off at his sister's place.
She wasn't home.
He was crashing. Rambling on about white rabbits running into brick walls.
"Jesus man, you need to calm down!!" Anna's, Joe's sister, boyfriend said from the couch, huffing on something from a paper bag. "We got rules in this house!!"
"Fuck you man, I pay for this shit house!!" Joe growled as I dropped him into a nearby recliner. "Fuckers wouldn't have a pot to piss in or paint to huff without me!"
I shrugged and walked out of the house.
I had my own place, a dump abandoned by the city back before The Fall of Civilization, a section of town no longer patrolled by the law enforcement sections.
"It's too expensive for a small payout!" the mayor said from the TV screen the day the city decided to pull out of Black Hole, the section of town deemed too dangerous for the police department. "Wild children, we condemn you to your personal hell, may God have mercy on your soul!"
There was no God down here, even the cops, when they did patrol would roll in with tanks, high powered rifles, in the hope that the murderers and diseased prostitutes didn't eat their flesh after they were dead.
I had a rat's nest pushed into an old apartment building, 3C, with a view of the sewage treatment plant burning in the night.
"In tonight's news...." The TV blared the headlines of today, mayor smiling at some ritzy affair at the better side of town, the rich side, white people who still did the drugs but did them at parties, instead of collapsing society, ritzy rehab clinics with personal Jesus for each person.
I fell asleep, to hopefully dream of better places, to dream....
...And he was delivered from the Madness, to Savior, to a better place, in a green field, to sleep, in peace.....
