G.G Allin Lives: The Fest, Halloween 2019
The rare crisp Florida night
The plaza crowd buzzes before the lonely stage
All patched in primitive stiches, gathered in black
Devils Lettuce rising in thick plumes
Loose groups in drunk conversation
I sit by one
One of several with the GG paraphernalia
"Knock Knock"
"Who's There?"
A dazed stare is the only response
Dazed but amused
An inside joke only his twisted state could understand
A woman beside him chuckles, sharing his warped vibrations
The stale air tingles
The moonless stars churn with the clouds
They dance in his eyes, a set of childish pupils
He stares through my receding forehead
Only stuck gears behind those sockets
His body drags behind him as the head swivels around my figure
A man pulling a rusted stiff bicycle brain across the sidewalk
Looking unblinking
Eyelid freckle, nose zit, fluttering split end, repeat
Moving the head to each place, not the eyes
"Your pupils are big, you look high."
He says this, not me
I redirect his attention to his backpatch
GG Allin; Big white sewed on letters to the frayed denim vest
Wrapped around in a tight circle, a bold insignia
Dusted and wrinkled with marsh dirt, sewn on loud
Enough to even make the late shit slinger proud
He makes no mention of it and takes out his billfold instead
"Big fan!"
A grey kitten within the clear card sleeve
"His name is GG Calin!"
I smile and nod
"Knock Knock"
"Who's there?"
The woman states the question
Their hysterical laughter dissipates in the monotone sea of voices
Lost to the cooling breeze
Churning with the skunk fog haze
Understood by no one
And yet they still holler out
A disjointed music
No lights, no problem
What's that in the street, a head?
What entails entrails, torn out by nails?
Play that Devil's chord, it's said,
Summon the thing with horns and scales.
Diabolus in Musica, the dominant 7th,
Goes from the 3rd to the 7th-flat;
Violating Commandments, first through tenth
To send us lemmings to Hell and back.
When tritone sounds, relegate treat as downbeat;
Reinstate Hallow's Eve forsaken dread.
Approach each door, unlit, in mortal deceit,
Ring the bell and show up dead.
is this a dream?
the day was dark and the night burned
the wind spread fire and the sun cried
the clouds were the ghosts of dying stars
that would scream before they died.
the rain was hot and scorched the earth
but her core was frozen, icy, solid
the ghostly steam would sing a song
a reminiscent cacophony, a ballad
how uncomfortable it must be
to exist in such catastrophe
each star contained a memory
each day, farther from reality
HALLOWEEN
Human limbs/fingers all splayed
About the small dark cave
Loud buzzing heard coming from
Lit up spaces in the walls
Oho here come the fireflies
Watch out for their deathly lucibufagins
Everyone in the village knows
Especially the children that
Never smile when fireflies glow!
#HALLOWEEN.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4
Not Tonight
Little Ava squeezed her eyes tight.
not tonight...
not tonight...
She dove under the covers with fright.
Not tonight...
Not tonight...
From her closet came a red light.
Not tonight!
Not tonight!
A hand pulled the door open slight.
Not tonight!
Not tonight!
She took a breath. It'd be all right—
Nothing would happen—not tonight.
Not tonight...
Not tonight...
Please not tonight!
Don't kill me tonight!
But yet the creature devoured her in one bite.
Tonight.
Dream
"Daddy, what if it doesn't work?" Charlotte stood in the teleporter as Derek attached the wire to her head.
"I've been a scientist for decades, honey. I know what I'm doing."
She brushed her blond hair out of her face. "Well, I've chewed food every day for six years, but I still bite my tongue sometimes."
That made him freeze. What if something bad did happen? This had never been done before. Never on a living creature.
Nonsense. He had chased his whole life for this. He had built his whole life on this. All the people the told him he was crazy; all the people who said he was too intense; all the people who said he didn't know when to stop: he would prove them wrong. He wasn't going to chicken out now. Charlotte would be perfectly safe. He had tested with other objects before, too. They had all come back in tact.
Derek flicked the power button and smiled. "You'll be just fine. Get ready to go to this spot, thirty years ago!"
The machine shuddered as the engine turned on. Charlotte's frown turned into a grin. "Okay, Daddy. I trust you, and you wouldn't let anything happen to me."
He pushed the button, and she was gone.
Three...two...one...
Derek pushed the second button, the one to pull her back into the present. For some reason, he was nervous. He had done this countless times with inanimate objects, why should this be any different?
And then she appeared in the teleporter.
For a second, he thought everything was okay. Until she collapsed onto the cold floor.
"Charlotte?" He knelt down and detached the wire. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes were blank.
His heartbeat quickened. "Charlotte?" He felt for her pulse, but there was none. Instantly, he started CPR. But it was no use.
After nearly thirty minutes, Derek gave up. He examined her, but nothing seemed to be wrong. She hadn't been harmed in the slightest. And yet, there she was—dead.
And then it occured to him. The electric shock that sent her through the fourth demensioin and into the past must have stopped her heart. Of course it wouldn't appear to harm an object—it wouldn't have a heart to stop.
Derek stood up. He wouldn't quit now. Not after his entire life's research was for this. He had to achieve time travel, no matter what it wook. He would fix the machine. It should be easy. He would dial down the electricity, and then try again with someone else. Perhaps it was good he tried it with his daughter first—her young, fragile heart was more seceptible to the shock, and trying it on his wife might have made the danger go unnoticed. Mistakes made you learn better, after all.
He grinned. Nothing would stop him from achieving his dream.