in a warehouse i stand among thieves. silence trumps anticipation american beauty catches a breeze i take note of everything. four cargo vans caravan to my feet the muscle watch my movements i disregard their eyes inspect the packages i'm satisfied. we replace drivers my boys know where to go i watch them peel off. the deal is done i pay respect my fellow conspirators blend into day. from the abandoned building i let the city wash over me gray cloud the skies. like the man on the latter i turn dirt into blue the task is daunting but if not me who will stand during the storm dispensing happiness to the world.
i'm swimming against the current yet wallow in my stillness. i push consciousness out then stomp on it. lifeless energy twitchs on the floor it waits for ems. no sirens no lights no help with its final breath cpr is performed. ingrained training counts the rhythm. i watch the miracle of rebirth celebrate its homecoming. i jump back into the water knowing i don't know how to swim.
anticipation leads to heat it rises stirs the clouds until mist falls. i add a touch of cool to skin her body goes into shock trembles. i record the event poker fingers take the reading the tempo slows i place a kiss to every section of her lips i inhale her flavor let its spices dance on my tongue. time crawls she stares me down i'm caught exposed. she leans in places warmth on my neck. nothing exists. her and i slow dance to the tune of life.
i turn the noise off open the window let the light wash over the room. birds add tunes to the underlying track of traffic. i let my ears relax rubber on asphalt transforms to waves crashing on the beach. i make the transition from eight stories high to front row at the pacific sand between toes. i roam around the box wait for the tea to cool map out the day. every few moments i have to stop listen to the silence and bask in temporary peace.
thoughts try to gather form cohesive sentences a train of consciousness that leads to an awakening, but tonight they bump around the dark playfully spilling orange juice on the floor. rhymes of life hit the drums without impact. it can end abruptly or with a touch of grace. but is there an in between third category that defies two?
shadows of dust play in the space between light and reflection. ideas jockey for position vying for the attention of the creator stands on the edge of sanity. colorful lights fill the empty drugs kick in slowing the brain slowing time to a crawl.
within five seconds i spot a black and white occupied. my immediate reaction possible threat. to my right my reflection walks towards me. my immediate reaction possible threat. i flow between the parties without incident. i should be comforted by one and safe with the other but learned instincts kicked into gear.
footsteps creep on bubblegum stained concrete darkness pushes light to the side observers of the night prepare six cities arm for battle but nothing will happen tonight. packs of wolves take inventory they spread through the streets tunnels rooftops the opposition does the same they divide the chess board staking out squares anticipating valuable real estate. paths are crossed they know not to engage a tight rope of nerves play violin strings releasing calm tense energy. the walker flows between the future combatants makes notes in his book anticipates the new order.
they say tell people your plans to keep you honest to keep an ear out. there is also a time to keep silent to move in silence so undetected moves avoid obstacles. unfortunately some people smile then block the lane slow your momentum. i'm committing to the quiet make my moves in the cloak of darkness. once the deal is done the achievement accomplished the announcement will go out. time will be spent analyzing old information and i'll stay silent plotting on a new venture keep all looking two steps behind my waves.