Sequences

                 1)   Idle thoughts tend to linger in stale smoke-filled hallways ,.. then out the front entrace of the vast monumental building,..and yielding upon narrow unraveling sidewalks....                                                                                     2)  Earlier months found us seldomly visited by the black sparrow,.  at the northern door to the deserted woods. Where years ago the flood gates were left open. Resonationg through desolate trees,.a song,.unworthy of primitive measures. I take to the evening,.as a time to sort though forbidden fruits,. recently gathered,.. misplaced treasures of our abandoned anscestors. In the time of isolation,.. I yearn for the long forgotten art of witchcraft and wizadry. I have long conversations with insects,.on the soiled floor of the carpeted valley. I stand knee- deep in the deadly inevitable quicksand that sucks my life dry.  Cool,.moist,.and empty. The wallowing mud that cakes my vulnerable limbs. Poison berries that bleed my insides,and torn flesh that exposes my sunken bone marrow. In the month of flies ,my eyelids exhaust in moth-like frequencies.
                                                                   3) Tender was a brief period in time,..at dusk,.between the rural highways, in the backseat of a neon green '57 chevy convertible. A southern bell,.motoring through the bible belt,.with her Georgia-brown  hair thrown back to the cooling breeze. Baby blue tank top resting upon her Summer shoulders, and dark sun-tanned skin. Crimson was the moon with the radio on,..humming softly between her rabid ears,..fever rushing through her boiling veins,..and death speaking through her diagnosed shizophrenia.
                                    4) My daughter was born on a beautiful Tuesday back in the early Springtime of 1976. Her mother and I decided to name her Audrey,.(after the famous actress). We provided for Audrey the best we could. Had her grow up mostly in a predominantly white suburban neighborhood. We even sent her to a private Catholic school in the midst of her adolescence,.residing on the outskirts of our small community. One late sleepy afternoon,..it was close to the last day of elementary school for her,..she was seen walking a different way home than usual,,.( as reported by several witnesses).  Her mother and I restlessly waited at home for hours,..after phoning the police there was little we could do.
                                                                5) A wide dining room table set ,..above hung an antique diamond chandelier. Long white immaculate walls ,..and wooden picture frames. Capturing irreplacable fantasies,.of a life once lived, and transparent mirrors in furniture cabinets. Years went by,..she walks down the domesticated hallway,. past the vacant bedroom,.and into the aromatic bathroom. Opens a drawer and reaches for her .38 revolver.