Collaboration: A Million Monies

killing in the streets of Portland is never as horrific as it is in other cities, like say Stumptown.  Poison is the number one killer amoung city folk.  "Two blocks down on your right, under the bright neon sign that reads So Much Good Comet That's not beer or pop you're sticking to...that's blood."  The blood flowed down the cracks of the sidewalk reflecting the neon lights until it reached the shadow of the man on the corner six feet down--under the street light, yellow and dull like the fading shades of life striving to live like daylight.  The blood pooled on this corner, pooled and pooled and pooled and pooled, pooled into the shape of a woman, just as the man imagined.  She was beautiful and voluptuous, ruby red until the horrors of the passing of time turned her a rusty brown.  Coagulation, biology's life saving grace, the man's lifeline to the real world.  KABOOM!  his insides shot out onto the bloodstained cobblestone.  Meanwhile she sped along the coastline under the bright moonlight...

suddenly a monkey appeared in the moonlight.  Something silver shown bright in the monkey's eye.  Was it the reflection of the once sterling woman?  It was the moon, clearly the moon--clearly reflecting, reflecting the shapes--and all the shapes slowly began to shift into Bananas.  yellow, freckled bananas, at the apex of ripeness.  the monkey's mouth started to salivate (insert thin monkey tongue salivating here) he was reaching, pulling out each strip of skin to lay a carpet paved with potassium sulfite, the only suitable path to his branch, his home, the Bed In The Tree.  His grunt flows through the leaves of the upper canopy signaling, ready, prepared for sleep.  The potassium sulfite soaked into his nest and a deep sleep overcame the monkey.  Dreaming came easy, and the shapes, once in his eyes, crowded his consciousness comfortably.  Viscous shapes, thick red liquid, shapes that were terrifying and seductive, specious like a female monkey in heat.  Swollen, pregnant with fantasy and fiction, his creature brain unfolded scenarios so 

obscenely beautiful that he awoke, sweating.  He was startled...by the creations of his mind.  (erased in print) Twenty years later, sitting with his seven children close by, he shed a tear and stared deeply into the glowing flames (end erased print) of twenty years ago...(begin erased print again) I must continue my mission.  To give up now would (end erased print) my life, the kicks, gone?  Away?  Question mark?

THE END