The Story of meaning..
In dark corner he sits and waits...
wonders who his next victim will be
but ..won't look at her...
sitting on imitation leather
bar stool.. watching from afar
he knows when someone..
anyone...is trying to listen to his thoughts
penetrate his senses...
pierce his defenses...
another shot of bourbon..
will calm him
until this meaningless life
in a meaningless...small town..
starts to arouse his creativity..
A slight shift of movement ..again draws a look...
He won't give her the recognition she wants..
needs.. only a reason for her to begin..
is all she needs.. that small spark
to begin.. all thoughts
come from that small beginning...
He rises and turns away..
in the back of his head he see's her staring ...
he can hear her mind..
Give me a word, that's all...
I can make a Universe with just one small explosion...
He slams the bourbon...
turns and looks her right in the eyes...
Taken... to that place,
a wooded meadow
filled with purple sapphires and white cherry blossoms..
his senses are in overdrive
as he slowly walks next to the Snaking River
as it cuts through valley of heaven...
each turn brings him closer to ecstasy..
closer to home...
They are one now...writhing as two snakes
in mortal combat... each smothering bite,
leads to another...pain becomes such pleasure,
until nothing is felt and they meld into the night
one..in a meaningless grasp..
clinging to a meaningless life
the other waiting ..
only for a Word..