Sex With Ghosts, or Sentimientos, by Ernesto Romeo
There were ghosts here, and there were purple robes on their
way.
There were Walkins arriving into the city, and there were
poor souls leaving.
It was a time of flux, of entropy.
Perfect entropy will exist one day with the dissipation of
energy until it is equal across the universe, and all matter has dissolved from
purity into a mixture. All action and
being will cease to be, for each individual singularity. All will be one, in a mass of singularity,
stretching off into eternity.
That is quantum mechanics for you. Have a nice day.
This is to where we were heading.
The flashlight hurt my eyes, and I kicked it away.
Now was all darkness, and Joey couldn’t see.
But of we three, two could see.
One with tears, and the other with a head wound.
Salt water and blood.
Clear and salty; salty and metallic.
White and Red.
The silent voices screamed in our faces in the dark. They were wisps of human emotion, looming
blue in the shadows. They pointed to our
left, as we drew back from their anger in the empty library. They pointed to the east, you see.
Red, white, and blue will never fade.
They were pointing to a lost deposit of books, stuffed among
empty beer cans in a secret compartment behind the rear seat of a once-lovely
golden car with gold tinted windows that was now buried in the desert.
We had no clue.
They were pointing at Orion, drowned and buried in the desert.
Katheena’s car had dug out the tar from the road as it
screamed forth, and she had sacrificed her automobile for some reason. Her car held those books that made the Purple
Robes come speeding back to this mansion, baptized in the desert.
Katheena had sacrificed her life.
The lost souls wanted payback for their own loss, and they
were shouting.
We simply couldn’t hear them.
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Joey swung his light around.
He said, “Ain’t no one here. Why
you bitches whimpering!” He was pissed
off.
Tellesco, I mean No One, well, he grabbed that torch from
Joey’s hand and pushed that little Messican boy to the floor. He said, “ENOUGH!”
He shined the light onto the old man who stood there with a
pick-axe in his hand and said, “You telling me you don’t see this sad
bastard?!”
Joey scrambled up and got in Tellesco’s face. He said, “You ain’t making a lot of sense
here, big boy. Next time you knock me
down, I’ll shove that fucking flashlight into your ass without lube!”
Tellesco shined the light onto another ghost, and she was
lower to the floor. She held wilted
flowers in her hand. He said, “You don’t
see this girl here with the missing eyes?”
Lion Man, I mean, Joey, he said, “Fuck you two. Time to bail.
Weeee-ill said leave no man behind, but you fuckers are out of
reach.” He went to the plywood board and
pushed it out, and then he slipped through.
The ghosts crowded us.
I rubbed my eyes, but they would not disappear. Fuck it.
I turned tail and went for the plywood escape. The board was heavy, but
my fright was deeper. I slid down
outside, and got held up on the nail heads at the sill. My leather was caught. Always mind your leather, baby.
Tellesco howled from inside.
He fucking howled. He said, “We
Can’t Leave Them Here!”
I found Joey in the starlight, and the side of his face
glowed red in the rose slit of moonlight.
He was half red. I said, “Joseph,
we will not leave him behind. That’s not
part of the deal.”
Joey looked over to the horse corral beyond, and then he
looked at me. He said, “What deal? I didn’t make any deal!”
I said, “Shhh! Don’t be so loud. Now listen.
There are three of us. We are all
we have! Our deal is a pact. It was a pact we made when the tower came
down. We are together in this, and we
will not leave one of us behind!”
Joey wanted to run. I
could see it in his eyes. He wanted to
bail, and I couldn’t blame him. I wanted
to bail as well. It would be easy to
escape. It was the easy way out. But do you know, the right thing to do is not
usually the easiest thing to do.
The right thing is the hardest thing to do.
Joey looked up into my face and he said, “I fucking hate you
right now. I can’t do this.”
Well that hurt. But
do you know, that is the rock bottom. Shit
happens. You find your rock bottom, and
then you try to dig your way out of a hole.
I watched him run off, and I didn’t say a fucking thing. Someday, he would rue this moment, and I
hoped it would be soon.
I hoped that he would live to see another day. I knew that we did not have much time left
here on this mortal plane. Call it
instinct.
Suga Momma by John Lee Hooker
I turned around, and my stomach gurgled. I had the willies. I did not want to crawl back inside, and see
the blue faces. I did not want to be in
that hellhole. I did not want to go
forth, go west. I wanted to head east,
to the island of my nativity.
Well, fuck it, I thought.
Gonna die anyway, someday. Might
as well be for something good. For once.
I pulled the board back and saw Tellesco in the middle of
the room, and he had dropped the flashlight on the floor. He didn’t need it to see the blue wisps all
about him. They were all laying their
hands upon him.
I don’t know about you, but that is something I wouldn’t
enjoy. I didn’t want to be touched by
anyone, never mind some dead folks.
Rrrrgh. That is the
sound I made in my throat. It is the
sound you make when you have to enter a crawl space under a home that is
infested with cockroaches, and they will crawl all over you, looking for a
hiding place, and if you haven’t taped up the sleeves to your coverall suit
well enough, they will crawl inside and along your arms down to your private
areas.
It tickles.
Rrrrgh. I crawled
inside the library, under the plywood cover.
Rrrrgh. Fuck. Rrrrgh.
Tellesco turned around and saw me, and he began to cry. Sad bastard.
He said, “I knew you wouldn’t bail on me Mr. Will!”
The hollow faces turned from him and they looked at me. Just what I needed. My skin crawled. I saw a withered woman with no hands reach toward
me. A man wearing faded overalls who
carried a pitchfork knelt down and tried to help me up, but he was a dusty
photograph, cut out and taped up over the surface of reality. I clamped my eyes shut so I wouldn’t see them
anymore.
It did not help. I
felt the touch of a ghost on my arm. I
swung it off, and hollered, “Don’t fucking touch me!”
Tellesco stepped back. It was he who had touched me. He said, “Mr. Will, they can’t touch you! They can’t even say anything to us! They can’t hurt you.”
I didn’t need him to say that, because if I did, I would
have been a weak man. But it helped.
I opened my eyes and shook the shivers off. I said, “Rrrrrgh. Tell them to get away from me.”
I looked around the room.
Them ghosts stood back. Well that
was something. At least they could hear
me. But anyways, Rrrrgh. I couldn’t get rid of the creepy crawlies. Blecch.
I said, “Tellesco, what the fuck is going on here?!”
He smiled.
Great. No One had a
clue.
Freedom at 21 by Jack White
He said, “Mr. Will, they trying to tell us something. This little girl here keeps trying to get me
go out of this room. I dunno. I think I should follow her.”
I sat on the sill of the busted out window, back to the
plywood that hanged over it. I said,
“What about that ghost chick you been following? Where is she?
She been talking to you, right?”
Tellesco nodded. “She
says that these folks knew we were coming.
She says that they don’t think you know your power. She’s waiting
upstairs for us.”
I had no fucking clue.
I said, “We supposed to follow that little girl there?”
Tellesco said, “Nope.
This one wants me to go somewhere else. Downstairs, to the cellar.”
I said, “What about them Purple Robes?”
Tellesco said, “Oh, them?
They just got here. They outside
now.”
Hah?
Fuck.
Fuck.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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