Within the Fractures of His Mind

He lived with Her until  she couldn’t stand it so

she relocated him to a room in an old house next to a

gas station …

…..

that house was consumed in flames one night in

defense – he said – of the

FBI lurking outside his

window …

…..

the court said he did it on purpose …

“Why would the FBI be there … ?”  they

asked …

…..

they called his demons

arson …

…..

they relocated him to the

county lockup for 60

days …

…..

after that, he took a

test …

…..

he passed with flying

colors … !

…..

they told Her he had a

schism of sorts …

…..

some kind of

void

in the area of his

pre-cognition …

…..

so he was relocated to a room half way between

Her life and the flames of his

past …

…..

that new place had some greatness to it

but eventually –

because of a variance of gender,  his curious desire

to peer through windows in the

darkness of night,

 his perverse intent,

his inability to

attach …

they couldn’t stand him any longer …

…..

once again he was

relocated …

…..

after that, he lived in four walled singularity

where he found peace

in the world of his schism

and the gloominess of his

void …

…..

She visited him

frequently …

…..

they laid about watching the

light while

sleeping …

…..

few words passed between

them …

…..

She gave him

sustenance …

…..

he accepted her gifts with

bland acknowledgement …

but

after death consumed

Her

his needs festered and

grew to phantasmagorical

proportions …

continued …