Mumbai

They're calling my name. Or the name they gave me, since I wouldn't talk. I'm running, there is no way I'm going back to that white room. It may be padded, but it pisses me off. They throw you in there when you see things that "aren't there." Just because they don't see them. It's not like I'd hurt anyone, not even myself. Well, they won't find me again...

My name is Mumbai and I am gone forever...

The Voices In My Head

Crickets In The Night
Old McDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm, he had a cricket. E-I-E-I-O. With an ‘eee eee’ here. With an ‘eee eee’ there. Everywhere an ‘eee eee.’ Old McDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.


My Stomach At High-Tide
Pyoaowlraou. Pew pew ping! Qoinnngrrrrwaaaararrroool. Blooooop bloOOoop bleeeeaaaaaouuuw. Mmmmmrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaah. Snurrrrgle-bloooruglaaarah.

The Matter

Browne looked at me … I looked away. I couldn’t face him at a time like this. A time like this, when everything seemed to be going right. He always seemed to appear at the perfect time for ruining my life … or at least a phase of my life. Until I got things happy and happening again, my life would be ruined.

Browne walked over to me, grinning slyly. “I know something about you that no one else knows…” Everyone looked up, questioning his relationship to me with their eyes. I glared at him, hoping he would take the hint and go away.
“Damn you, Browne. Damn you to all the primitive planets there are.” I muttered when he stopped in front of me.
“Do you want to know what it is that I know? The thing that no one else knows?” He asked loudly, for everyone to hear.
“No, actually, I’m just fine being ignorant in this matter.”
Raising an eyebrow, he turned in a half circle, as though he was on stage before an audience. “What I know about you is…” The ‘audience’ leaned closer as his voice lowered. “That you think you are really a chimpanzee disguised as a human.” The ‘audience’ gasped and quickly dispersed.
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THAT?!” I yelled at him as he collapsed in laughter. Suddenly he got up, kissed me on the cheek and looked me in the eye.
“Because I love you, you know that. Quit being false. Be true and show everyone who you really are.”

And then he disappeared and was gone. For now...

Presidential Election 08

This year’s election, and every one before it, arose boredom in me. It may have been slightly more interesting that there was the racism involved, but it was not a very noticeable interest. If you notice, Mr. Obama is half-black, half-white. If he was as black as midnight, the government would not have let him become President-Elect. Mr. Obama also has a sneaky look on his face that I don’t like.

If the election was really as open to change as so thought, there would be more diversity. Is it not contrary that one of the runners-up for the election was a white woman, another a half-black man? It seems almost planned. You’d think that there should be a Mexican or an Asian, maybe even someone such as a Cuban.

Mr. McCain looks like a child molester. He grosses me out and I hope he croaks off, soon.

People are always saying that you can’t complain unless you vote. Look at the options we have to vote for. They are all freaks. They belong in a circus. I have never voted and I never will.

The River, Part I

I saw her! It was the child-woman that I had been looking so forward to experiencing. And she saw me … our eyes met and she walked over. She stripped down and walked into the river, the river that always feels so warm to animals and so cold to humans. I also let my raiment fall and be tucked gently into the indentation my feet had made in the tall grasses. I slowly walked toward the river, watching her gently swirling the water around her body, the bottoms of her wings sodden and shrinking at the touch of cold. I reached the bank and took a few breaths, feeling the mud oozing between my toes, before entering the water myself. I was still watching her, the sunlight glistening off the water onto her skin, her cropped hair so black against her pale, smooth skin. She reached a hand out toward me and I grasped it. She pulled me closer and we were swimming … only swimming … for eternity.