Monthly Archives: October 2011
They were owned by the government, but could only go so far. Radio controlled, they could only march to the edge of the signal, and they were big, bigger then anything they had controlled before.
But no one knew, we all thought it was an experiment gone wrong, DNA from amber, mixed with wolves and twice as blood-thirsty. We ran, we hid, numbers getting cut down every hour of every day. It was a bloodbath and the innocent were losing.
They tried every other way of keeping the population down, with no success. The dumb were outstripping the wise and disease was rife amongst them. This was an all out war and they were killing many they wanted to survive.
They couldn’t let the cat out the bag, they feigned surprise as much as we did, these ‘monsters’ could not be contained, no one knew about the signal, til the young started complaining of headaches before they were ambushed and torn apart.
We chalked lines, tormented the beasts to see if they could cross it. We often got it wrong and lost lives. Until late on Tuesday we managed it. We covered our tracks with bushes and made our half triumphant walk back to the hide outs.
We studied, searched for wires, controls and weak spots. We couldn’t stop the signal, we had to take them down, one by one. Flesh against flesh.
They got weaker near our lines, this was the time to strike, We tried guns, so much ammo. It dented and caused screams of the like we had never heard before, but they survived.
They cut off our TV stations, the water supply, food. What had we done? The culling didn’t end, though the remaining few started to understand. They had us cornered, and the chalk line was getting closer and closer. Defeat filled the air with death and blood.
Many laid down, too confused to carry on. Why were the government not helping? The people we put in charge, healthy in their fortress, whispers said that there were no threats around them, that they were free to walk and drink and breathe without the taint of decaying bodies around them.
We harnessed radios to ourselves, just ordinary FM ones, the ones they tried to shut down years ago for something better. Then we knew. We marched on, batteries failing, the brave getting picked off one by one. We never faltered, we had no time to bury the dead.
They saw us coming, those in charge. So bloody minded they did not think to guard themselves from any form of attack, their power and signals could not save them now. We marched, climbed the walls, ripped down fences and tore those who stood in our way just as we had been torn.
We threw them out of the walls, closed the doors behind and wished them well. They caused the cull, did they know how to save their own skin?
We heard screams
We saw blood
Can’t stop the signal.
The ceiling is ripped, we pull it down a little and make stairs out of the melting wood. Now standing on the bedroom floor of a house I used to know, there is a man walking his dog, and then it snows.
We jump out the window and play in the white chill, then look at the sun to warm our souls. There is a tear in the sky, we pull and a waterfall emerges and washes away the snow and the houses. We laugh and hold on to the corner of the world, holding hands. Do we just jump or hang on forever. Silently we communicate ‘one, two, THREE’ and I lose my grip. I fall, I awake, and find he is not there, with me.
I look to the ceiling, the window, the sky and I close my eyes tighter then ever before. Where is my yellow brick road? Where are my red shoes? I don’t want to be home now, I want to be there, with him, holding onto the corner of the world.
She swirls and dances and falls to the floor
Beauty you had never envisioned before
Drunken, stammering you offer a hand
She follows your eyes and takes a stand
Swaying together to the sound of the hall
Is it music, lust, or nothing at all
And so you stagger, trip, land on the chair
Pulling her down, resting her there
Soft as feathers, fragile as ice
Every breath tasting life
Fall in slumber and straight to dream
Angels and mists, petals and streams
One eye rises and she has gone
You run out to the garden and fall to the lawn
The dew on the grass, did she melt away?
Run, twisting, faltered, strayed
And you feel the cold
Feel so old
And wish none of this happened at all.
I’m a follower, a sheep, a wretch
A gutless moron, not capable of stepping outside the danger zone
Too scared to walk straight or do it wrong
Always apologising like a buffoon for things I did not
Crashing memories, patterns, fighting for attention
No space in the back, standing room only
This will keep me up
All night, bolts of fear, frustration
Freaked of being the fool, laughed at or alienated.
Pathetic, nothing makes me better then anyone else
Born, breed, die
Not sure I will even manage that
Couldn’t fight out of a paper bag
It’s too big, too clever and I feel too small
Mouse in a fox hole
It’s time to work again
Call the press
Thoughts too strong
No time to obsess
Had gotten cold
Straight to the chest
You wandered to the west
please come home to stay