Underneath the pink umbrella
lies an unsuspecting criminal.
Is it even appropriate to
offer any sentiment?
Alone -- a loss
a brief confusion
Alone -- beyond
without a motion
He sits there slyly smiling,
deeply craving loneliness
but all's not well because if it were
the falling sky would breathe in tune.
So he flew away at night and
the air ignited brightly
and
following his undisputed
broken hearted wailings,
the vacuum left behind
was enough to pull me down.
Through the blackened veil
I followed screaming violently.
Soon the air around me strangely glowed
and from my bones I shuddered.
A wicked wicked witch appeared
before my eyes ----
a single word was said
and from her lips a hellish noise.
Plainly it was seen that
hell itself hath no fear.
At once the minion flew away
and dissipated into night.
With that I found myself on fire
in an empty wooden room.
I waited until my time went by
and then more clocks left and died.
Around the time that all went grey,
another spell was cast:
A spinning pink umbrella came
from nowhere all at once.
Beneath it soon I found
an unsuspecting criminal
with plaster eyes and
a shadowed scent of holiness.
But when his whisper singed the air,
a toll was taken quietly.
A single blank vibration
seemed to wither in the air
and whether or not the criminal
himself had spoken honestly wasn't clear.
The floor of wood enveloped me
and slowly I went numb --
a flash of green was all I saw
but he beneath the pink could only stare.
This went on for hours
or maybe years and years
and without a doubt a line was crossed
instilling in me fear.
Agonizing terror blinded me
and all the wood turned clear.
The unsuspecting criminal
began to spin and spin.
He screamed and blinked his eyes
and he sang the nightmare song.
With that he hotly exhaled
and wailed
to all the creatures of the night.
I could not bear
to breathe the piercing air
and swiftly they all appeared
in groups of only three.
The room now swirled,
the ground began to crawl --
a blink -- a nod --
and all was silent instantly.
Stillness binded everything
and in the name of holiness
all I had seen disappeared.
With that a newness settled in,
Blackness bloomed from every grin
that hovered motionless, lingering.
I sensed an endless daydream
was happily coming near.
For if in every shadow
lurked lost words of spoken cheer,
without a doubt my mind went wild
and traveled far in fantasy.
This never ending journey
ended without ever spending
a single guilty moment
on what may certainly be very clear:
The fact that through it all
including the initial fall
every spoken word
was utterly underestimated.
So on and on I drifted
and over and over again
came the superficial notion
that everything was dead.
I do not know why I honestly
allowed this underexamined thought
to whistle in my head.
No sooner had I blinked
then did the greyness appear at once.
Redness quivered through the space
and the bells were blamed on me.
Ringing was replaced when
the sound turned to a roar.
The hollow groaning droned forever
and a minion tipped her hat.
From somewhere in the summer
rose a being from beyond --
her body seethed and surged
and her grey eyes went numb.
Her gaze met mine
and as abruptly as she came about
everything was still.
A shrieking shadow echoed
a mystifying sound
while the being from beyond
floated until she found
a stare so blank
the cursed were dead
and likewise all were cursed
including among others,
the unsuspecting criminal
for he may have been the worst.
The air had breathed its final breath
but that was so far away...
...The smallest cold pulsation
made its way
from within a gaping hole
which stood at odds
with its complicated foe
who may be the one behind
the curtain up above.
At all costs, the meaning of
its turbulent existence
only meant one thing
and this I say with tears:
Very many broken hearts
will frolic at the rear
of a once beautiful everlasting
pit of blinded souls,
Souls too old to be aware
of the circumstance at hand.
They drift and float and
all too quickly burn and disappear.
A bitter scent of poison ash
lingers in the air ----
A moment of confusion
and hopelessly a prayer.
It may never come together
but it surely won't end here.
After eons of silence
pass without a trace,
a young lost boy hangs a left
approaching his last day.
The world in which the boy resides
is weak and young in age
but for all he cares -- he doesn't care --
What difference does it make?
Something in the boy let go
when at once he did embrace
the whirlpool of illusions
found beyond the grave.
His figure changed -- the boy's own pain
was sent from near to far.
A darkened misty glow replaced
the visage he had lost
and all those tattered, broken souls
vanished from his past.
Before his final crossing over
from there to here,
Hell boomed forth from his soul
in a catastrophic way.
And so the barrier was broken
and he cackled wickedly.
A broken heart had lead to this
and thus the boy became a saint
but little did the others know
the extent of the child's pain.
After all, a child was he no longer
for he had taken another name...
...
A hush fell interdimensionally...
...Pink umbrella, muted grey,
a single high pitched note came forth.
The unsuspecting criminal
dazedly arose
to welcome unforgetably
the most powerful new minion
whose name remains unsaid.
It was through this monumental
incident of time and space
that space took on no meaning
and time devoured itself.
The name of this new being
must remain undisclosed
for it can only be uttered once
in a language of disaster that
has not yet come about.
So on and on the forces grew
and melted into one;
Blinded were the witches
when the demons went to run;
A voice turned into many,
a howl crawled the corridors
of some plane of consciousness
in which nothing more
than subtle recollection
existed anymore.
Beyond this, clarity dissolved.
Beyond this something fell,
something still had been left untouched
but I could scarcely bring myself
to ponder what had not begun...
In terms of hollow houses
before me there were three --
one for every family
of the fearsome trinity.
But then a sound made me aware
of the grim understanding
that again I had passed through
another blackened portal
in the subconscious of
the deepest murmur of a minion
lost in heaven long ago.
Some meaning lurked behind
my fateful disappearance
but the meaning penetrated
the third house on the right.
Through a shudder in a dream,
a hole was melted into the
heart of the abode
and from within this very home
that lingered on the right,
came forth the smallest of the mystics
and who may never be destroyed.
He floated for some hours
and for millenia he droned.
I stared very closely
for the time went by like that
and all the actions of the mystic froze
for years and years and years...
...
At once he threw up his arms.
At once a murmur arose from hell.
At once the mystic did a dance
as hypnotic as the bells
that broke through the blinding
glare and brought upon some
universe an unsuspecting criminal
who for now is drifting
through
mind and soul and
time and space
interdimensionally.
I may have waited longer there
but soon a flash of light befell
the very room in which I sat
and all at once I shifted touch
from one reality to where I am.
The blinding light reminded me
of all that I had missed...
An irritating din
sounded in my head
but before I go back into it,
I must ignite a new flame
to guide me on my way.
Then one realization came to me:
of all the places that I've been,
of all the visions that I've seen,
one thing is missing for sure --
for sure the one thing I long for still
is . . . L
O
V
E
...And so it begins again...
…
… and no one would know…
… and so it would go…
Wherewithal withering
To find another hole –
The secret was so dizzying
That none could prove me wrong.
I spoke and screamed
And bled and dreamed
Of days when all was lost
But what kind of madness
Allows that kind of talk?
The kind I know to love and hate –
The static exchange
In change.
The fingers pointed at me
and the motion became
a blur –
little did I know
what at the time
was about to be unfurled.
Years had gone by
since last I spent time
drifting through time and space
but alas…
From deep within
the crowd of my doubters
appeared a pink umbrella,
parting the mob
and creating a path
for the one I knew all too well.
The unsuspecting criminal
beneath the dismal skies,
held high his pink umbrella
and boldly ignited his eyes.
I stared in shock and satisfaction
as the crowd could see the truth:
that which they denied me
was now upon them.
Without so much as a word
the crowd vanished and
salted the air
along with everything touching them –
the ground – the space –
and care.
The unsuspecting criminal
began to glow and stare…
That this was the start
of something alarming
was growing very clear.
His moan turned to a
high pitched wail
and fire enveloped the air.
Darkened spirits lost in flight
filled every space
with despair
and the one with the pink umbrella
winked and disappeared.
I shuddered
And the spirits in flight
slowed and became a room,
burning and then booming
and then cooling to
a croon.
A thousand years came
and went away;
A million times I wondered
If that should finally be
my room to stay,
my room, my grave,
my solitary space…
But after a while
the crooning ceased and
the room fell silent and clear…
A single bright bouquet appeared
and lingered for a year…
