(no subject)
Jon loved the way she sang so
much so that he dropped out of
school and quit his job so he
could lay on the bare floor of
his apartment and listen to her
tape over and over and over.
The lyrics were written on the
walls he was sure to use alcohol
on the self afflicted wounds
that were necessary to get
enough blood to write with he
couldn’t be getting an infection
before the concert no he couldn’t
die yet not yet she couldn’t
write a song for him if he died
before the concert, he couldn’t
go to heaven if he died before
the concert. He believed that
his soul was ready he believed
he had no soul until he heard
her voice for the first time
and that the more he listened
to the more his soul grew the
words like water poured into
him and every minute passed
brought him closer to his
spiritual height and he felt
now thisverymomentonthefloor
that he was almost there that
his journey through her
resonating sound waves was
reaching its final transformation
the last fork in the road
to the validation of his soul
or more accurately her soul
within his soul, he would soon
know he would soon know tonight
at the concert, he stared at
the ceiling and stared at the
words, felt the comfort of his
scars and mouthed the syllables
in time with the music playing
although he knew it all without
reading and knew the time was
coming to make himself known
*
‘Is it loaded? Don’t puss out
on me.’ praying hoping praying-
with her soul in his-that this
would all be as it was meant to,
that Deit was as good a shot
as he claimed. ’Yeah Jon, don’t
worry, this is gonna happen for
you.’-he was thinking interestingly
of the taste that would be in
his mouth or if his shoes would
cause him to slip, but they
subsided they melted into that
forelorn haunting melody he felt
that rush of liquid sound brimming
there in his heart and he felt
it would soon break under the
weight Deit hit the brakes
squealing quietly dissonant
against her song in Jon’s head
he winced appropriately and got
out of the car. They waited for
six hours and a line soon formed
behind them as the hours culminated.
7:00pm when the bus pulled up
loudly to the curbside near the
blockades. Jon felt nervous but
prepared he almost didn’t want to
look at her for fear of losing
his collected senses and ruining
his moment his action lost in
his rapt affection and
appreciation you see his soul,
being made of her voice being
filled by her waters, required
manifestation through her body,
that which created it or it
would not ascend. her her her
song her voice her soul singing
to him-her. There she was
everything in his mind went blank
and he waited for the sound-not
hers but Deit’s-he watched the
flocks of people gather around
him to attempt to affect her but
they would not and where they
failed he would succeed... he
could feel it about to brim-Deit
pulled out the weapon and shot
it in the air everyone ducked-
before he knew it the moment
was upon him and was flashing
in slow frames but their
collected speed was as a blink-
quiet and soft-quickly Jon
jumped in front of her and didn’t
slip- Deit fired the weapon
and the bullet found Jon’s
heart and caused it to explode
the blood spilling out onto
her clothing his soul affecting
hers and her song screaming
into his deaf ears as he smiled
and died.
much so that he dropped out of
school and quit his job so he
could lay on the bare floor of
his apartment and listen to her
tape over and over and over.
The lyrics were written on the
walls he was sure to use alcohol
on the self afflicted wounds
that were necessary to get
enough blood to write with he
couldn’t be getting an infection
before the concert no he couldn’t
die yet not yet she couldn’t
write a song for him if he died
before the concert, he couldn’t
go to heaven if he died before
the concert. He believed that
his soul was ready he believed
he had no soul until he heard
her voice for the first time
and that the more he listened
to the more his soul grew the
words like water poured into
him and every minute passed
brought him closer to his
spiritual height and he felt
now thisverymomentonthefloor
that he was almost there that
his journey through her
resonating sound waves was
reaching its final transformation
the last fork in the road
to the validation of his soul
or more accurately her soul
within his soul, he would soon
know he would soon know tonight
at the concert, he stared at
the ceiling and stared at the
words, felt the comfort of his
scars and mouthed the syllables
in time with the music playing
although he knew it all without
reading and knew the time was
coming to make himself known
*
‘Is it loaded? Don’t puss out
on me.’ praying hoping praying-
with her soul in his-that this
would all be as it was meant to,
that Deit was as good a shot
as he claimed. ’Yeah Jon, don’t
worry, this is gonna happen for
you.’-he was thinking interestingly
of the taste that would be in
his mouth or if his shoes would
cause him to slip, but they
subsided they melted into that
forelorn haunting melody he felt
that rush of liquid sound brimming
there in his heart and he felt
it would soon break under the
weight Deit hit the brakes
squealing quietly dissonant
against her song in Jon’s head
he winced appropriately and got
out of the car. They waited for
six hours and a line soon formed
behind them as the hours culminated.
7:00pm when the bus pulled up
loudly to the curbside near the
blockades. Jon felt nervous but
prepared he almost didn’t want to
look at her for fear of losing
his collected senses and ruining
his moment his action lost in
his rapt affection and
appreciation you see his soul,
being made of her voice being
filled by her waters, required
manifestation through her body,
that which created it or it
would not ascend. her her her
song her voice her soul singing
to him-her. There she was
everything in his mind went blank
and he waited for the sound-not
hers but Deit’s-he watched the
flocks of people gather around
him to attempt to affect her but
they would not and where they
failed he would succeed... he
could feel it about to brim-Deit
pulled out the weapon and shot
it in the air everyone ducked-
before he knew it the moment
was upon him and was flashing
in slow frames but their
collected speed was as a blink-
quiet and soft-quickly Jon
jumped in front of her and didn’t
slip- Deit fired the weapon
and the bullet found Jon’s
heart and caused it to explode
the blood spilling out onto
her clothing his soul affecting
hers and her song screaming
into his deaf ears as he smiled
and died.