The one I truly don't care for held out her closed hand to me dropped a small portion of pebbles and sandy earth into mine. The wind cried Mary. Athens swallowed Spartacus whole. Danny tugged at his silk straightjacket and sang like a bird on mescaline. Six moons, four rainbows, a floor that fell away into a orange sea and black fish with silverwire teeth.
Fear is a dead cat in the belly, rotting into shit.
The seaweed gave off black and blue perfume. The six moons crushed themselves against the iron rainbows. The bars at the window turned into stiff black cocks, pulsing to the growling music that split up through gilded cinderblocks. It was an allegory, he said, digging his heels into the sand and cocking his pistol and looking at the horizon and peeling the explosve tape from his genitals. I waited in the bushes where dogs peeed.