The Geelo Dome. part 3 of 4

But, there was one piece not covered by glass and the minions felt they had failed and the angels were unable to see the centre until something was placed upon the open openness. And then a shining purple moon, almost like the sun, filled the open space to give light inside the dome. Then the angels saw. They saw the magnificent. The others saw the fields waiting to be watered, for there were no rain only vast waterfalls streaming all over inside the dome. Different named waterfalls for angels that would lead and angels that had been lost and angels who helped minions before their fall. And under each and every name there was a poem. There was a poem for Henky and Josh and Tyler and Losh. One for Heather and Tim and Jacob and Limbe. And three verses for Larry, and Carry, and Mosh and Frosh. And the angels would read and tell their baby angels the stories.

The land was full of decrepit paste

Where those who speak were shunned so deep

A land with no future no glory no haste

Where the angels had fallen would creep

There was Asher and Mancy and Kathy and Joe

Even Rebecca and Tasha and Comby and Alone

Ted was the first and his brother, no foe

And a healthy bucket of welcoming Shaloms

The land by it self could not prepare together

Since only the minions could understand what was forth

So the angels took from the waterfalls and gave to the dirt

Lives of the fallen, who had built this in a tremendous birth

Those minions lived like us

So true and so fair

And every son and daughter began to prepare

They took from the falls of water and transformed the dirt

And so, with every splash of water placed on the ground, the being of the minions would grow and grow fast. A minion of many colours in flowers and cloth, and even a nice big home-cooked collected pot. Whatever was needed by the angel was given, by the water and purple moon that had broth life to the angels and minions and to grow and to grow. There was no room for the rich and wealthy angels, for their bellies grew bigger outside the dome and still were made to look left and not right. These cats are not needed in the purple sun dome, for the peace and harmony were shared by the ones who remained honest, even as a minion, wishing to help even the hopeless fool.

The colours amazing, so bright and so true. They began to grow flowers just like you. Gather up a dozen doilies and give to a friend, where the waterfalls were blooming such ancient known horticulture for man. Like peppernomes and yepperdomes and even sometimes you could see a red zefersong. And the people played these harmonicas, and guitars from the tree shrubs hanging over top and the small angels were taught by the minions by book of a lot. It was a book of only little pages, a tiny book, that was picked up only when the moon was shining and the book was read as the sun and moon went down. These minions they wrote the story of creation, how the dome was created and how the purple sun and moon appeared only by virtue, a small chance living without the last minion's glass. The trees were not tall but bared just the paper they produce. Stories like “fiddle and riddles”, and books just for you. The first one you picked off the tree smelt oh so fresh and when you opened it, you were always on the right page, laid out for you by this intellect of a tremendous draping tree. Every time you smelt the growing colourful grass it would be so perfect and every sense an angel had, could smell and see and even close their eyes and still be able to guide themselves as the minions would guide them from the minions that the angels had watered from the immense waterfalls. Buckets and buckets and walkers and throwers and even a mountain of late night bloomers.

No longer this city known to be Hamburgerville, but the city now, Home of the Dome and angels from every parts of the land, like the Hemopers and the Jacobsons and the Titanium Goddesses and even, on a dreary day, the dome would welcome, through the sliding glass door, the Plangers and the Wiscots, who began making their own dome in townships all over the non dome, god given, land.

And for those outside the dome, were beasts who swelled for the money the minions had been pushed around for and fallen, they ate and they drank and grew jolly and fat and laughed in the wrong and thought they knew the world, since the only thing they saw, the colour orangeandgreen in their opaque kazoos. For they would never be angels nor minions, only flames of a match box, sparked with greed til they turn up disappeared in a shadow that would haunt only themselves in self doom.

childhood

the great thing about life is we get one
some might use it foolishly
most don't though, and that's what makes it awesome
you get to stay up late and watch "Jurassic Park", the first one
you learn J-ELLO is made out of bones
and you see your skills improve as you pass from grade-to-grade
"All the right type" and "Cross-country Canada"
Playing soccer on the field
Playing basketball on the court
you scrape your knee and cry to mom
and mom puts Polysporin on it
you catch snakes with your friends at Felkers Falls
the bell rings at 3:30
and you get your chips and pop ready for the next "Simpsons" episode
back when Coco was writing for it
Jub Jub and Who shot Mister Burns
Krusty could be Homer and Kodos and Kang laugh from above
music was simple, you play the recorder and teacher plays piano
the school has a play, Scrooge, and you're the ghost of the future
with his deep voice or munchkins in The Wizard of Oz
Dad's taking video from a popular camcorder you carried on your shoulders
and photographs that would have to be waved in the wind to see
you'd go knock on your friends door before texting was available
and you'd talk to your neighbours and learn French from a banana
gym class and dodge ball and the alleyoop
homeroom where you'd make paper airplanes and sit understood
crayons and pencil crayons then gel ink pens
class photo and your silly hair, missing teeth given to the tooth fairy
you'd believe anything
then snow would fall and you'd make angels with horns
jump off Joel's balcony to a pile of snow below
you were a little timid at first then you jumped straight as an arrow
wrestling matches and cross country running
report cards, where girls got As and boys got Cs
everyone was your friend and there was a peanut free table
Danny would draw masks for you to impersonate
my favorite was Richard Nixon and a bloated 4 more years, chin jangling
the spoon and the apple seemed such a mighty pair
learning how to ride a bicycle and how to swim and maybe dive
you'd jump in the pool and hold your nose
at Chidley's you could even jump off the roof
crushes on Leah and Kate and Joni, not so obvious but kisses in the park
my first kiss in a club on the stairs
she was 5 years old than me, and I went back and told my grade 3 friends
Nick drank yop and had a funny hairdo
teachers to teach, when curriculum was so simple
writing and reading with Mrs. G, not Garrison or Gramada but Gierrula
i developed my stories into an audience
we developed our own styrofoam in art
and Dickson called me a clown
not so far off so, I accept
donating for pizza day, and me in the corner or the white bench
in the principles office, day in day off
running through the fields back home
and pranks door to door, you even had chicken wings in the bar on the strip
you sung where you stood and you danced where you wanted
lazer tag for birthdays and the African Lion Safari
selling chocolates and UNICEF pennies as you go to each door
closing your eyes at the part in Freddy when he plays the skin like a marionette
Pocahontas Ticas and Diana L as a friend
my first date with Lisa, may she be in peace
the things we may have forgotten are still there in all our souls
they shaped us as people, and as friends and what we would behold
this happy time when we were all together
our lives move on
but we never ever forget the eternal bliss that was:

childhood, may its truth live on

The Geelo Dome, 2 of 4

So why give something back to those who betrayed them? It was just in their nature, and their grace, knowing that some day they may help another angel from falling. And every day a handful of ink on the field and another glass piece laid down. The minions now had no concept of time since they now had the ability to travel three times in all aspects of the day, and these three times, could let these night walkers to the point of being mischievous but they all knew that this dome was needed and actually cared immensely to those in the light of the day. And words, words would be honoured in the glass pieces, a poem:

To those who seek the light of day

With angels and the union who frequently play

together in time of joyfulness and will

The ones who protect those who stand still.

And every word of this poem was etched on every single glass piece a minion would lay down on the dome. And three times, a minion could create, their souls would be absorbed through the field of various colours and they rest there until one day they could be watered by a living angel once the dome was completed. The colours began to melt into a colour of colours of all species and natures and rainbows in our world, there was yellow and blue and mctorquoise too. A little rad and red and bent out of lemon. Batches of flowers were these minions and there was lilac and syracuse and venture and edapuss. The minions kept working for three times and were gone. To create glass above and even rivers and shrubs beyond. This dome was unlike any zoo or museum, or anything really happening down in Hamburgerville but whatever remained in the hearts and souls of the groundlessly doomed. And inch by inch of glass and sacrifice made for every colour, the centre began to be noticeable to the angels in the left and the right. Not completely invisible but a presence and every day minions would work continuously and the angels never saw past their peripherals but slowly began to smell the roses and the daffodils and the yellowchins and the appledim. They could taste the air fresher than pudding or tapioca or pizza or pie. Every day passed and the angels could see the colours and remember the fallen until one day the dome was only needing four more pieces of glass to make the waterfalls and the ground dirt was beginning to moisten. There were only three minions left and all three of them, had only 1 cloak left, they had used up the previous two cloaks and so, the last minions put one glass on, then another and then finally the only last one left they could manage but couldn't complete the masterpiece.  

The Geelo Dome, part 1 of 4

This wonderful dream I had last night, I knew exactly what happened and it made sense to me, I could see, I could feel it, I could live my dream last night. And you know what it was...I will tell you in just a minute but at this point I am spinning on the top of the world and do not know whence I speak. But here it goes. The dream, I was floating over a grass field, an empty field, a field that bare no grass nor gravel. Just dirt in the day and mud when it rained. And I felt it, the next hall of fame for this city of Hamburgerville and its minions, well, at least only the minions that came out at night. Angels lived in the morning and the minions would play at night trying to sacrifice themselves to the destruction of Hamburgerville. No, no there weren't any hamburgers in this city, at least that I know of, but there is more to read than just the mischief gossips and the barren wastelands. But how to accomplish this without sounding repetitive. What do we need, What do we need, what do we need? And I dream. And I spin. And it was real. But do not smite those words, this dream came through.

And we're on...

This glass dome we created as a centre stage for the downtown core of Hamburgerville across the ocean of Tadah. The new hall of fame, the field began to become barren and it survived. How did we do this? Well. Those minions that draped and droned every night started creating the dome while during the day, having to sneak past the angels with immense precise accuracy that the view of the angel was no longer in the way of seeing minions but only imagining that they only came out at night. The angels were blind to the centred work of the minions, but just in case, they would wear a cloak that could protect them and each minion could use it three times and then return to life in the darkness. The minions were plentiful and every day more and more glass began to arise and the angels just looked left and right and not centre and this is where the dome was created. Away from them, away from their gaze, in the centre in front of them. And there were no hammers, or crammers, or loofers or doofers but in this dome there would be. But what was this dome. What did it hold? For whom? And everyday more glass and colour and pink and beauty that no angel would ever see until it was completed. These minions were the fallen angels, the ones who put the light to the fight and lost terribly no matter what they did, they would never again be an angel and it terrorized the minions.

a taste of *untitled*

Darren woke up as usual at 6am. He lived in a condo in the downtown area and it was nice to have a comfortable condo by himself. No one got in the way of his morning, so he went down to the condo's gym and pool and spa. 

But he was lonely. Mom passed away and dad was lost  to drinking and whores. He didn't talk to Dave since they were children. Darren might have feigned comfort, but he really wanted a wife, not a girlfriend, not a one night stand but an actual wife. One that could keep up to his lifestyle, someone his knowledge could heal and grow together. 

The pushups made him strong but the tears in his eyes wanted love as he bench pressed. He liked to stay lean and eat right, vegetarian mostly and he knew being fit and able would allow him to find a mate easy. He was sick of dating sites and could never find someone like him. Girls with smiles wanting one night stands. Not for him anymore. Darren would swim until 8am. He had to be in the office for 9. The sauna was refreshing and he went back up to the 14^th floor and had a shower.

Darren liked to pace himself with breakfast. He obviously cooked often, leaving behind a couple chef postions growing up. Mom reinforced the psychiatrist in her son, for academia purposes. That's all she would ever talk about. Darren got there. 21 and already the mind of Carl Jung. She died proud. Norm was at her funeral. Pissing his pants drunk.

pg.2 of 72, non edit "no working title"

 “Hello, babe,” Norm would whisper in the phone.

“Fuck off Norm,” Caroline chimed.

“Our kids got it babe. Haven't you been watching the news? Norm asked.

Caroline opened her eyes and told George it was okay and to go back to sleep.

“What do you mean? I've been on vacation the past month, what's going on?” she asked.

“Dave is doing, he's really doing it,” Norm said excitedly. “He has the provincials in two weeks and he's only fucking ten years old. This is all happening so fast. The money, the publicity, I could sell the rights to a goddamn movie, Care.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Caroline asked, puzzled. “You snorting that shit still?”

“No it's not like that anymore, I'm clean, the kids got the wrist for it, just like his old dad, come back and visit, I want to see Darren too. Has he graduated yet?” Norm asked.

“I fly back tomorrow. We can meet at the bar and bring our son,” Caroline said. “Now get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow around noon. Be there and don't be a fucking asshole about it,”she slammed the phone and went back to bed, somewhere south of the border.

pg 57 of 63, "Idiot Savant"

We get dressed, one leg at a time, and she looks gorgeous. She's got this frilly dress on, I can't even explain it, it's like nothing I've ever seen before. This is red carpet material. I put on my black dockers and a black tee-shirt for tonight I am an artist in the artist's world. Or at least I could pretend to be. She wears a black dress with the frills on the shoulder. That's the only thing I can explain with my mouth gaping at her beauty. You ready? She asks and I shake my head. I got to brush my teeth, then mouthwash, then hair. And she combs her hair gently. She looks like Carly Simon and even though I may be vain most of the time, I am honest in my opinions. After I brush my pearly whites and gargle and fray my hair, we both look into the upright mirror. The only mirror in the attic and we look marvelous. I grab a scarf and it adds to the character of my magnificence and she puts a bow in her hair. Patsy Cline and Leroy Brown, the main headline of an opening cast of misfits and wanna-bees. We could be, though. That's the thing about looking in the mirror. We are real, we could make it anywhere in the world with just what we need. For me that would be coffee, for her that would mean pot. That's all we needed. Coffee and pot and hand in hand walking down the street. That's all we ever need and I am thankful for that. 

For the second time, I think about the girl I met in Johannesburg, June 7, 2010 and I hold my breath and look into the mirror and shes the new one. She's the one I want forever and ever mine. And she looks at my eyes in the mirror and asks, is this what you want tonight? And I shake my head YES!, fifteen times, as she starts to giggle, you're such a silly, silly boy and I love it. Off to the art gallery where we will fit in and belong and learn to love one another. I think this is it. But a story like this never ends with a positive position and I hide that little tidbit in the back of my mind, how can I ruin this and I hide it in the back of my mind, this can't be over before it has begun, I think in the back of my mind. Then I think of her in Johannesburg, one second if there ever was such a thing. One second of pain. Miss Cline says she'll start the car and I'm left in the mirror in the attic all by myself, looking at myself and I tell myself, looking myself in the eye. 

DO NOT FUCK THIS UP. 

And I look down at my shoes and my scarf and smile. I won't. But something will. Something in the cabin. Something we haven't decoded yet. And I think of Panda Bear and her burn and Cherub with her closed lips, and I wonder if they're alive. Thinking the same thing I ever thought. Does love ever die? And in my mind I see Panda Bear and an army knife. And I walk down the stairs and hop in the car and Miss Cline asks are you okay? 

And I say, peachy keen. Peachy, keen...just shut your mouth and look good.