Maskless Bandito

04-20-13

I see something special with no eyeballs nor pupils.  I stay openhearted dilated while time is evaporated luxury is an understated that gets overstated to the point that love is hated disheartening cross hairs bulls eye the marketing they targeting.  The largest thing money in a vault, sealed air tight it’s not yours, but it is yours you tried and true worked so how.  They won’t let you take it out with no electricity processor doesn’t turn on to compute letter better give me my money but they remain mute your, smile makes me irate and it’s not cute, let it slide there is an emerging outside, Listen to the crowd yelps of help.  They loud and dreadful, like actions at times of the municipal which caused injuries that were critical.  Nothing beautiful all ugly like a Bandito trying to mug me, attack or slug me, punch or revolver slugs per the point is hollow, the middle all shallow, don’t shoot anybody, under oath, over the North down to the South, acquitted to what is prohibitive, tear gas is where the mace went, perfect young mind, so much adds up over time like fifth quarter double O.T.  full court buzzer beater was too late yet no rewind, point the dot of the laser photograph the photographer play in the tide pools, but my breath surf the waves, pose then wave at the Oceanography, permission to eclipse the crimson reasonable act or omission to reflect, just be still let thy intellect sparkle, zebra head scan bar code.

iota_arcane’s werewolf ULTRA

iota_arcane’s

werewolf ULTRA

“What just happened?   Oh no it’s not another full moon!  I usually know when the moon will be full but I’ve been so busy lately.”  Gasped Hank in a tone loud enough that others could hear but he didn’t realize it.

The sun just peaked over the horizon.  The sky looked unreal and maroon.  The claws just one moment ago retracted into normal fingernails.  His teeth are back to normal.  The pain of the transformation really makes it unpleasant.  His kneecaps all soiled and pants ripping from maneuvering on all fours.  The sweat on his brow and his upper lip stained with blood on his face like a milk moustache.  This is not what he wanted.   I guess no one would ever really want to be a Werewolf (I wouldn’t mind as long as it was somewhat controllable but not like Hank).  In general while human he definitely seemed more animal than man.  Even before his infection.  The full moon this time was bigger and brighter causing him once again to not recall anything from last night’s activities.  His buddies all knew what happens to hungry Hank.  I mean the way he tore bodies apart looked as if he practiced it 1000 times a day and didn’t think, just muscle memory.  It was a horrible experience to witness.  He was swift, steady and surgical like a Doctor performing a surgery.  

His best friends Tommy and Matt knew Hank was not a savage and luckily for Hank his friends always were very helpful in hiding his shape shifting but this time was over the edge.   We were all at a party with some well known Public figures.  I don’t want to go into detail so we are not incriminating ourselves but the second the dark electricity filled rain clouds passed by the moon it was on like the highest score on a game Donkey Kong.  Barrels were thrown nobody leaped over them and Hank had his 6th victim.  The local authorities think there is a psychotic serial killer on the loose.  No its just Hank as a werewolf no big deal really.   If we have to clean up another crime scene to hide footprints I’m going to curl up into a little ball and die.  No one would believe us anyways.  No man should have to go through this.

Hank was the 7th son from his two overly religious parents.  So no matter what the stars were aligned.   Hank fell in love with a girl who he would have done anything for.  Even ditch his friends.   Hank saw no other life than the one with Roxanne.  Roxanne was a great girl but let us say influenced by the dark side.   She was very materialistic and the only thing going through her head was money, how to get it and how to spend it.  Her Godmother was a recluse heavily educated in Wiccan, and indigenous magical traditions.

Hank’s love was a one way street and he was on the wrong side of the road.   After a huge argument Roxanne performed a ritual taught to her from her Godmother and sold her precious soul to the Devil.    This séance got Roxanne all she could desire but for every action there is an equal reaction.  The devil infected the one who loved Roxanne with all his heart.  Roxanne had warned Hank to stay away from her but Hank being blinded by lust hunted her down.  All it took was a slight touch of her cheek with the back of his palm and the very next time Hank looked into a mirror all he saw was himself as a beast.  

“Hank snap out of it” said Matt after the sun rose.  “We didn’t realize it was a full moon with all this bad weather we have been having lately.   You should not fight it and let us take you to get some help.”  Tommy said, “I know this old man that lives off the land in the forest who may have a way to get rid of this curse.”  “I am not going to go visit a bum in the woods to try and cure my infection that you all say I have” said Hank.  Hank knew the truth but was always in denial.  This time there may be a point of no return considering who he dismembered.  Hank says “I’m hungry for flesh, just kidding.”  Tommy got easily annoyed.  Tommy says, “Listen Hank this is the last time ever.  We are going to help you this final time clean up any evidence but you have to agree to get help.”  Hank agreed.   Matt, Tommy and Hank all helped dig a ditch to place the body in and bleached the sidewalks out front of the party to clean up the blood.  They went to Matt’s Step Mom’s house, showered and changed clothes.  

They began their journey into the forest at the hottest point of the day.   They drove to the outskirts of the township which they lived in a beat up Suburban.  They parked and trekked north towards the only body of water in the area.  That is when they saw a makeshift bed on the branches of the tallest tree in the forest.  “Looks comfortable” said Hank.  Tommy mentions “No way would you last one night sleeping in that.”  Matt explains (chuckling) “Yeah not even as a werewolf.”

Then in the far northeast corner near the bottom edge of a cliff they see this nude Archaic Homo Sapien looking 80 year old man bathing like a bird with goblet pouring water over his head.  Tommy says “That has to be who we are looking for.”  The men approach the man and startle him.  “Already knew you guys were coming and I’ve been expecting you” said the old man while soaping up his arms.  “How did you know we were coming” said all 3 men simultaneously.  “Who do you think taught Roxanne’s Godmother how to party?   I am also psychic,” said the Old man.

“Then you know of Hank’s infection” stated Tommy.   “Of course I might be who to blame but it’s not really an infection more like a lifestyle” said the man.  The man walked over to a pile of clothes and put on an Orange Silk Robe.  The men stood there very confused and somewhat frightened.  The men thought who the hell is this guy.  The old man said, “If you really want to stop yourself from transforming into a werewolf on full moons you have to follow my advice precisely and only if you can execute this perfectly, then you will not be affected when there is a full moon.   Over here in my belongings I have an old solid pure silver pocket watch from the late 1660’s.  It has no battery and must be wound up to work.  Hank you will need to go to the Town Center Clock and when it is Midnight tonight at the exact second the clock strikes 12:00 A.M. You must be wind up the watch and synchronize it to the time on the tower.  You will only have one chance and this may backfire. Do not wind this watch up before midnight or you are doomed.  Nobody has ever completed this task. Here is the watch.  Now get out of here the sun will be gone in a few hours.”

The boys sprint back to the Suburban.   They make a plan to meet up around 10:30 P.M.  Matt and Tommy are very concerned.  “This has to work,” grunts Matt.  Tommy nods his head in approval “It’s our first and only chance to try to fix this.”  Hank is very nervous.  He really has no recollection of his werewolf marauds.  He prays to a God his parents taught him to exist that everything works out.  

The night is colder than normal.   The wind is very strong and the trees around town are all bent heavily towards the west from the gusty breeze.  It is now 11:55 P.M. and the men have been waiting patiently in the Town center for the last hour and 25 minutes.   Tommy asks Hank, “Do you have any questions on how to make this happen?  You will have to turn the winding crown of this watch clockwise until you cannot wind any further.  Don’t be afraid to over wind it; it will not break.  The main spring is made to wind up all the way once a day.  To set the time you will be pulling the winding crown up and then turning the hands to the correct time, then pushing the crown down.  This all has to be done within a few seconds so that the exact stroke of midnight everything is lined up and the watch matches the clock.”  Hank says, “I’m a little worried and apprehensive but I have it all under control.”   Matt is probably more anxious than Hank and cannot stand still and is pacing all over the place.   A local Sheriff drives by breaking his neck checking out the men congregated near the clock tower.

It is now the last 30 seconds to exorcise this werewolf.   Hank has the watch in his right hand staring at the clock tower.   “15 SECONDS” yells Tommy.   Hank gently pulls out the watch crown.   Matt signals Hank to do it.  With only 5 seconds remaining Hank sets the time and at the stroke of 12 pushes in the watch Crown.  All of a sudden it looks as if Hank has seen a Ghost.  The watch and the tower clock are perfectly in sync.   “It looks good” says Matt.  “It’s perfect” Tommy reiterates.  Hank just doesn’t look right.  Hank looks like he is convulsing or having a seizure.  His body begins growing taller and expanding wider and his clothes are ripping off his flesh.  He has mutated into a werewolf 3 times larger than ever before.  His whole body is layered in thick fur.  His teeth transform into giant fangs and his fingernails turn into knifelike construction crane claws.   His eyeballs turn bright yellow with beady red irises.

Matt and Tommy look at each other with their jaws dropped “OMG.”

There is this bright red aura glowing around Hank that could and does light up the sky.  The Sherriff that was passing a few minutes ago is driving down the opposite direction from before with a local hoodlum cuffed in the back seat.  He sees Hank glowing neon red and slams on his brakes, turns on his siren, lights and jumps out the car with a gun drawn and screams “FREEZE.”  Tommy and Matt are scared, shocked, pale and not moving.  Hank leaps from all fours towards the officer rips his gun out his hands right after the Sheriff shot a bullet in the air and rips his beating heart out his chest with his massive claws.  He tosses the body at the squad car and it smashes and breaks the back window.  The hoodlum squeezes out the window bleeding from the broken glass shards and runs for his life into the darkness down the road with both his hands handcuffed behind his back.  

Tommy and Matt look at eachother then scream like little girls and mutter in a library voices,

“WEREWOLF ULTRA…”


Calm I

Liberty is colorful
Moods get dull
The knife bites cuts into the hole
Whole as one over one
One and done
tempers do flare like paint aerosol
Faint red you bleed when dead
Life worth flying
drowning in dreams
The suffocation of not getting done what you have intended
Its like my mind has been apprehended
smushed and blended into a mold
That is the polar opposite of what I consider bold being
Italics thoughts outstanding the underline
Abbreviate the intuition
Silhouette the shadows of shadows
Ladders act as if tornadoes
only calm in the Eye (I).

Subtle will…..

It’s when trying your hardest is not good enough

The heartache of being heart broken,

not even counting the emotional stuff

it’s a psychological bluff

The mind thinks the darnedest things,

expands them and gives no inclination,

How to deal with your dreams

Now are nitemares

Dimensional process of elimination,

Tension will strangle your lymph nodes,

Blood shoot the eyes

Bleed the liver from living,

Earths season rotation from giving,

right back what you put in take out,

create the circle,

from a spider web string dangle,

No myth build up pressure then explode,

Pieces of atoms matter when they splatter every direction,

Crossing intersections,

leftovers all spread over,

Little dots in the strangest of spots,

On the back of a sign in complete opposite of inertia.

Subtle will hurt ya!

3 Lights

It was like a double sided diamond back hatchback championship

was shipped back to back off a conveyor belt felt like a message relayer 

Tune into the eclipse that loom over shaded solar while the curtain

constructs shadows lunar polar opposite forgo all preconceived notions

You need sacred healing potions perfumed with persona that propels

forward in the negative world I fight to protest.  So reality is like a

constant struggle filled with fear vows that are endeared

We have cleared the immediate images besides TV

Those overdue it misconstrue the sense of LIFE

The thick air you want to cut; can’t slice.

The evening sky highlights the day 

exactly in the same high points

Connect the dots love the circles that are not round

Even close or around

The town takes away the atmosphere as it drowns

To the point you can’t come up

Never wanted to go down

Stay even keeled

Ripe too early to be peeled

The common sense gets layered out dialed in

Dog piled to a slight tin Shiny off sun 

Pot jagged edge mirroring reflections

Razor file laser style such a fine sharp

Can hurt you if you do not respect it

Infrared beacon spotlight the vicinity

Befriend the deacon for the parking lot pimping he speaking

the trinity.   Three lumen L.E.D. 

Dull Slice

Fairy tales of your pixie dust

Dusting the crisp rims of the pales from rust

The suns must come back to one Eco system

While we listen to the wind and glisten the edge

of this here cliff

This thumb is a symbol for lift

Need rides away from tsunami tides

The hows and whys

Too many questions

not enough intervention

The splinter gets pulled slowly

Sliced dully

Folly on the sight mindful

in the creeping light 

It runs in the family to be dope as all hell

Oh well a couple of bad decisions and you could be a witnessing

The stressing I’m suggesting

Life Liberty twisters of my titty

Nipples give thrills to guys and

sore up the female gender

Do not exit in the enter

We better than bad more likely the most amazing you never

knew of my story is sad.

eXonerated

Watch what you tell yourself.

I have wasted life

not lived

while looking into a mirror talking to self

seeing a pulse pulsate in the vein of my wrist

Attack of the haunted furniture

acquired at a thrift store for almost free

Liberty is as “It’s gonna get you”

Protect your mind 

Defend thy soul

The ideas in your head are not from your head

rather someone elses ideas pumped into your skull

via their big money outlets

Victim of circumstance standing in the middle 

of pi not one you eat circumfrence

Those potatoes styles, Sir come from France

It twas the odds that made even

the engrossing factors

made you believe them

You didn’t even know you believed in

The ending 

All you existed was the starting and current

at the moment anything else is past tense

yet your tensed constantly

irrevocably taken to the a non-livable location

salutation with the exonerated

Have some substance to the liquidity 

verbs get dragged behind moving vehicles

It’s just a sound no print so you can’t see it even when 

you squint

I stare at the sun

Expecting one day a change

If you top of the food chain

you fight to keep how it is;

how it is.

We have a right to be the bleep on the radar

The exhausted asleep at the bar

Assumptions get the rattled thought to electrify

Keep away from fenced force it may take your life

Don’t Die.

Meaning Genius

Meditate to medicate

and to this date

Have not found thy fate

Mystic seeking awareness

Being or being two different entities

Intertwined

The mind is find now go seek

Located the dislocated realm of reality

Religion is repetitive

over and over love the warmth as you

are bitter because colder

The motor never ends gasoline is the enemy my friend

Success is your money

Success to me is how funny

you can laugh at the planet that goes around you not the sun

We are together as one

Yet you think you are so important

Let us love and be generous

Found out the meaning

Genius.

Property

Property is a conversation that two must agree upon unless of course there is a title or bill but if not you have to believe what you are told.  If not its only a object and it can be taken by anyone whom doesn’t believe or care for the statement I own that.

Roamer

Just got ready and while eating Breakfast got some food on my pants and stained them.

Changed pants and while changing pants I accidentally leave my wallet with ID in stained pants.

My ride is out front in their Car waiting for me honking the horn.

I run out of the front door and forget ID but I have my money clip.

Car drops me off at the Bus stop.

I take the bus to where my bike is locked up and parked.

Bike to a large grassy knoll.

Climb front of knoll and run down the back.

Get to the bottom out of energy begin to crawl.

Revived, crawl turns to walk. 

Walk to the skateboard left out front of a garbage dumpster.

Skate to the train.  Hop on train to the location where ID is needed.

Arrive and realize I don’t have my ID.

Take the train to my skateboard and skate back to the garbage dumpster.

Walk until tired and crawl.  Run up the back of the grassy knoll.

Climb down the front.  Ride the bike back to the bus.  Ride the bus and hitch hike home. 

Go directly to my stained pants and find wallet and ID.

Same horn is honking out front.

Round 2.

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope

You get sucked out your Head

Zombie body acting like Godly

You ugly like Machete

I’m cutting you up into little pieces of confetti

Mario Andretti attack rapid,

While you worship your

Burnt look acid

Too bad you’ve mastered

Bestest in the Westest

You’re horrible and no one

Protested, I confess this

If I knew it was amateur  night

I wouldn’t have shown up to war

You so untight.

General Relief

Isolated
Different from the rest
No rest for the uncomfortable
Can you wake the living dead
The loud deaf
We ill like water in your lungs
Contagious as a screwball
in a catchers mitt
Up in the outside
hours per mile
File rapidly out of style

Past — PAST

Lust is the disgust
At least you taught trust
They pour water on any spark
whichever is close to content
But wave air to grow anything that depress
Take more life out of chest
Fill the canals with negativity
On some sinister conquest
I puff life into the almost dead
Barely living still have pulse
Those energetic extras help life on planet
All the destructive ways puts a wrench in
The engine of how they planned it
One thing can change the future
being forth
adaptive; qualities that make thee
past —— PAST

Art of Articles

The world is so much larger than the bubble a size of

Sedan you command wielding an air wand

That demands respect

Pronouncing itself audibly announcing

that what you thought and assumed to be victory

Would need to undoubtedly be denounced.

A hypothetical contract has been broken

and this conversation  and that handshake

is the Lawyer

The dotted line signed in agreement with these terms

slides high sideways on the illest of berms

Man made by a family man

Trying to support some little people that

look identical

Writing like its some close before a bath

lose this article.

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