Grogs -- Part 5 --- This is the end..

It wasn't long before I realized that this whole helicopter thing was bad idea. What was I thinking, running up expectations and throwing daggers at fate? Now I sit here in the dark, moping, unsure of the last moment but hoping to awaken in the next. I opened my eyes to a bright, white light and what adrenaline would sound like if it blasted past your eardrums.

"Well, hello there!" said a voice..
"How you doing? How was the ride? Enjoyed it I see, hmm? Any thoughts I should know about?" said the voice again..
All I could think is, where am I? The last thing I remember was running up the staircase to meet Grogs and now I hear a voice and a bright white light. I feel cold and alone and, yet, somehow...surrounded?

End the irony…start the reality..

I tried to speak but something stopped me. My mouth felt sutured shut and I couldn't feel much else. And then it hit me..

bruise
shit
fuck
piss
light
bright
tripped
Grogs
Grogs
Grogs
despair
fear
surprise
shock


A big metal…cucumber…and a pink..pouch?


I have seen some strange things in my life, and like so many other sentences that you read, this one takes the cake. Here was Grogs dressed in a yellow, polka-dotted suit with white shoes and a black top hat with 2 women I have never seen in my life. We were in his helicopter, a monstrous Black Robinson R44 Raven, and we seemed to be hovering in one spot, somewhere over the ocean. The 2 women looked like Park Avenue Model types and they seemed to be watching some invisible thing in the distance. If I had to guess, I would say they were high on something but these days with all of the anorexia, cigarettes and diarrhea-tics these girls ingest, you could never be sure if it was there daily routine or a real raunchy, out of the box type trip. But these women were the epitome of “Wall Street decadence on a Saturday night in Ibiza” wearing black dresses with thin satin, dresses barely reaching their knees, boots covering the gap and long streaked hair, tied into some kind of a pretzel, gold pins and all holding the pretzel intact.

“You’re wondering why your mouth appears to be sutured shut, aren’t you?”

Suddenly I remember that this is the situation, I can’t open my mouth, that was not a dream before reality..and why? To my relief, my mouth was simply taped, albeit tightly, but not sutured shut.

“We plan to sodomize you with this here cucumber,” said one of the anorexics.

I squirmed and struggled to get free and before I knew it I had the other anorexic taking my pants down and the tape off of my mouth.

“Hey now Grogs! What is this all about? What exactly is going on here? If you didn’t want to do the deal, why no just say so? I mean seriously, I value my..uhh…asshole!”

Grogs shrugged at me and started laughing cynically, sardonically and then he began to rant.

“You know how I always told you one of these days all of those horrible thoughts would lead to you taking it in the ass! Well I wasn’t joking my friend. I keep telling you, be careful what you say around me or you’ll get what’s coming!”

I shrieked inside, thinking of what to do next, my eyes rolling and palms sweating..

…and then I heard all 3 of them laughing.

“Ha! Did you really think we could do that?”
“Seriously, how crazy are you?”
“That was fun though!”

They took the tape from my mouth and let me higher my pants. I tried to stand a few times but fell over as the ‘copter wasn’t exactly being flown level.

“What in god’s name are you three blathering about?”

“Well you have to pay the price to get the deal! Now I know you truly are a man of your word! The deal will of course go through and you will be handsomely rewarded! Just think of the look on your face. HA! It was priceless.”
“Yeah, what a rush Grogsy,” stated one of the two wenches..

“So you mean it was a joke? Well…haha…I guess you got me! Glad we could see things eye to eye! So we sign tomorrow then?”

“Of course we do, just remember, a cucumber in hand is better than one in the ass!”

Indeed, the moral of the story itself. To make a few bucks, a cucumber in the ass. Bend over for all these fools you see each day and say, “Thank you sir, can I have another?” I felt like a sodomized Cool Hand Luke. Only Newman would never stoop to this level. Is it worth it, I ask, to bend over and take it in the ass for some cash?

A big, metal cucumber. And the pink pouch..wait..

“So whats that pink pouch for then?”

Grogs stared at me and said “Lube.”

“Ahh, I get it, make it more believable, haha, very good touch!”

“No, not at all! That was for the girls. They too must pay the price of admission”

“Right, to make it more believable I presume. After all a metal cucumber you know..”
“No, no, that wasn’t for the metal cucumber…”

And the girls giggled.

“Jesus man! You are..uhh…interesting. So I presume everyone is happy then?”
“Not yet…want to join?”

The girls snickered and gave a look as if to say, come and get it. I though to myself, whats the worst that could happen? Become one of these bastards, a peacock in men’s shoes? But the deal, the deal…


Grogs
Grogs
Grogs

“Fuck it all, I’m in! What’s the worst that could happen?”
“We’ll see!” said Grogs...

And a "THUD!" and I saw black again..knocked out...being dragged, pants off..shit..

despair
fear
surprise
shock
deal
deal
money
money..
money….
metal cucumber
sodomy..

GROGS!

the end…

Abyss

The dust settles,
Sediment and smokey skies all around.
and we hear a..
..A tustle in the jungle;
these blessed blunders
which burnt us away have
arisen once more

and we tumble backwards,
we hibernate in our home made
abyss.

big how-you-say

...when the mind is undistilled
fumigated and fermented

there lies a place
before rationalization
before the thought

inklings drip drip past

too much ink...
...down the paper it goes

...thus i bite the desk
the bar eats me

strikes and gutters...

The Cyclical Market...

We bottom out.
Millions of fingers furiously
tapping and typing destiny,
or dreams of reality.

some poet said, the center could not
hold; with no knowledge of consequence,
we trod that path letting a dim light
lead us in the dark woods.

Shall we falter?

writing a poem on the back of gift wrapping

in the motionless rattle of our days
events appear like music

disappear like music like
birthday wrapping paper

simple presents choke attention deficit
distraction sends mixed messages

the descended ether blinding voices
fog suffocating the fractured universe

fearless appeals for ears
sideshot glances and dusty humor

like a speaker on a shelf
buzzing a tune on repeat

eternal halloween

at first i was a spinal chord
bending and kicking

then a newborn on my back
wiggling and crying

then i learned to crawl
and learned to talk

the world was mine
then the world was gone

i learned to learn
and learned there is no end

and learning made me grow to understand
time in my hand is just sand

and realized the futile truths
are disguised lies

the world was refurbished
but a world undone

i saw the masks
at the masquerades

laughed at the sadness
and cloaked my madness

the world is a ball
and the perpetual last call

it is eternal halloween
the best one you ever seen