The CHUD's
(Cannibalistic Humanoid
Underground Dwellers)
They only appear at
night
wearing dark clothes,
exposed
pale-as-death skin covered
by
face paints, resins living
things
stuck to as they made their
way
down deserted platforms,
under
turnstiles, past token
seller/change
maker booths fire bombed for
effect, ALL YE WHO ENTER
HERE....
spray painted on the white
tile
walls in bloodred coloring,
graffiti
artist murals scene after
scene from
an urban Inferno/Hell
depicting alien
creatures much like those
making
their way slowly,
deliberately as
mollusks in trench coats,
human slugs
trained in a silent ninja art
of sudden
death inflicted by common
household
items: church key bottle and
can openers,
meat thermometers and rolling
pins,
wires from antique egg
slicers honed
to points as artery cutters,
blood vessels
punctured so fast, death is
almost instant,
almost painless, the
aftermath grim
and disgusting, their cook
fires sweet
and subdued confined to oil
barrels
and trash cans well
underground,
so far removed from human
habitation,
no one dares track
them.
Radio Kaos
Everyone on the
island
she ended up on
knew
her as the radio
woman
dressed in
multi-layers
all summer long as a
walking clothes tree
all
the fabrics turned
inside
out to preserve
what
remained of
original
prints, designs,
logos,
perhaps as part of
a
hidden agenda or a
search
for sponsors of her
personal
walking, talking one
woman
news show she broadcast
in perfectly
enunciated
disc jockey speak all
of
the special events as
they
were happening Live
for
everyone's
enjoyment,
ready or not. Cynics
suggested: what
would
happen if her
transmission
frequencies changed
and
she became a
receiver
of conversations from
another wavelength
or
if the format changed
from
all news, all the time
to
hard rock, CxW,
classical
music?
Wireless
Transmissions
Somehow mother had
confused
her father's position as
an
early executive with
AT&T
with Marconi's intent
to
make wireless
transmissions
across the Atlantic extend
to
the dead so that
whenever
she picked up a
telephone,
the expectation was
that,
somehow, the person to
whom
she was connected, their
existence
was in another life beyond
this one, that is,
officially
listed among the white
pages
of the no longer
living
and that by calling someone
in the book, automatically
reversed the charges and sent
valuable negative existence
ions into her world; the
longer
you talked, the closer to
death
you came, resulting in
some
strange, one-sided
conversations,
though, in retrospect, not
brief
enough.
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