Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
Experimentations in Literary Groin Punches
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
 
"Fire Gods"

Walking along a wooded path
Torrents of cold biting at my brow
Vision nothing but drab blue
It's dark, but the neon-green/blue infrared warmth of a pig apparates
He/she is trapped behind a fence, moving with utter silence
it tries to smell my shoes
I hop the fence, eluding the animal

Descending the hill, a strip mall comes into view

I can't ever recall this being here. Maybe in a dream I once had...

Endless rows of rear/service doors materialize
I reach for the door, grasp the cold steel handle
Open to reveal a concrete rubbish depository

Piles of filthy rags, obscuring sleeping transients
They shift and irk
So many of them, piled on top of one another

One of them speaks: "..."
No words expelled, no air displaced
He has an accent

how did I detect that?

I advance throught the concrete room, around
stone gray bends, around
overflowing dumpsters, around
intense gradient light refracting around

---

The cavernous tunnel leads into a giant parking structure.
Rows of tightly spaced and stacked carports give way to more above and below.

Here I rejoin my party:

4 or 5 of them (I can't make out)
fresh faced and nostalgic; so full of rememberance that I can't
remember at all

We make our way up (down?) out of this place.
It smells, I think

We find a discarded vehicle
Jeep-like, in working shape
We start it up, the engine grow echoes to infinity growing in intensity replicating splitting oscillating
Take off:

We pass hundreds of derelicts,
[cyber]punked out. Dressed in trash and black leather
holes in nose and ears.
Eyes black as ethereal singularity
Wielding trash weapons/sharp-edged metal
Menacingly approaching
I pound on the accelerator
We see the exit

Motor cries out as we leap into the air, triumphantly escaping
Crashing as the frame hits the pavement

Emerging in an open sky
slate-gray and flame-peppered
suffocatingly close to our heads
valley of the dead

The corners of my vision close in,
Iris closes in Darkness

[part i]
 
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