Interstellar Forget

Originally printed in Spinal Jaundice #4 – 1988

I walked by the large bank with the clock outside and noticed big metal slabs being lowered down the window. They were closing and it was only about 10:30 a.m. The sign said open until 3:00. My attempted low-profile must have worked and warded off any drivers-by. I walked along the band by the walnut, then approaching the door. A large man emerged and said, “Now you’re here, I’ll take off.” Though after that he simply stood there. He was sort of carrying a gun and a book depicting the “Quintessentials of Banking.” He finally walked off but I stopped him and shared with him that he ‘finally’ walked on. I repeated that it was not my intention to be hasty. I stressed this but through my anguish he stopped me and uttered an ultra-distorted laugh, accompanied with a visual projection of his laugh. This included miniature etched-out scenes of people hallucinating bears. I was engulfed in this quadraphonic assault, but it suddenly stopped and he picked up a passing dog and was gone. Leaving others to desist. I sullened the patrons of this ordeal across the street by riding in their eye closures. The door/tortoise closed emitting blackness corrupts, though the bank closed at 3:00 the following day.

A large or lengthy line of people and birds overhead marched down the road leading onto the street. By now, I sat on a balcony and noticed about a mile into this walk, a black Dragnet type car pulled over and immediately dispensed 4 men with beards and sunglasses, who in turn scattered out to the perimeter of the whole line, and 3 of them motioned the gathering people away. One, or the one planted his head right where the foremost person was planning to walk, I was told. The car was long away by now. Quickly, the men reformed and after what seemingly was fifty seconds they made loud public announcements such as, “Stop! Stop! You all will die!” and “This is,” but to no avail. The people just shut up but they kept walking. The sun shelled behind grey clouds and the men removed their beards. “So…” says the first man out of the car, “Any of you folks catholic?” Almost everyone had proceeded except for a few ecstatic old women at the front of the line who raise their hands and yell and cough. Angry citizens now return with bricks and the men in suits all rush for the car that was gone, however one suggested public transportation. Those people who initially walked together then became hostile, now became arguing fools with all the clergyman, ‘authorities’ and cooks who aggressed them. The black death car returned, and was immediately met with thrown shoes and dirt. The doors opened and out leaped apes carrying thick plastic clear sacks containing human heads and knives. The monkeys quickly carted these sacks to various places around the area of people. All the people and animals who had been in the black sedan got back in, except for one man, the first one that had emerged. He grasped his siren then denounced: “Alright…You have your sacks…Now I’ll give a thousand dollars to the first person who can…” Right then he jumped in the loaded car and sped away, right as the people began to calm themselves and pay attention. The people still stood silent and disgruntled until one elderly man rose and said, “This ain’t as a sack o’ potatoes.”