. . . the unconstructed wild

thwarts any scheme of right angles or Organisation  deconstructing it before his very eyes

he had to move rapidly   erratically

feigning
               and feigning he stabbed  he cut

he moved without forethought

                                                   he moved to a raw choreography playing in his eyes

quickened sand didnt recognise his footprint or weight

he eluded its grasp

 

it felt slightly harassed

he moved like a ghost through walls broken windows crooked aisles and alleyways halls that buckled and slanted like beartraps and stout ironbarred doors

Organisation demanded his contrition

he refused

so they played one another

                                                severely  remorselessly  a romp and game of checkmate                                                                                                           

                                        

It didnt realise  he dreamt long of this

and was aware of Its movements and Its sudden radicalised circumstances

 

deftly  and defiantly  he denied its calculus and physics

when he made the cube   the yellow glowing room

all bets were off

It had believed the room was unknown

                                                                                             

it was the only room that provided him sanctuary   let him catch his breath

It came to him shape-changed in the form of a redcolored woman with a wolfs glint in her black eyes

a glint

Why a glint

his dreams had warned him

he recognised her too

and despite her gentle presence and manner  her offers to help

he did not hesitate

 

knocking her off her feet
he profaned her

yanked her back up by the colored woven fabric at her shoulders

tore her breast pocket away revealing her bra

   

he tore its laced cup from her breast and viciously tweaked her nipple

she screamed

her nipple rosy  went hard

he tweaked it again with his teeth

and still having her by her shoulders he violently twisted her around and pitched her headlong at the wall

like soft yielding amber  it held her hands   held her upright      and captive

the yellow room flickered

brilliant to dim  dim to brilliant  again and again   then ceased

and stared her in the face

he yanked her skirt up and tore away her panties  leaving its waistband stretched and looped around her hips

she struggled helplessly
screaming No and No again and again    pitifully

very pitifully

                      if someone could hear  or listened     or cared

he grabbed a handful of her black curly hair and savagely shook her head

then stopped

and stopped he slapped her flanks hard with an opened hand   slapping them red   and swollen

every mean slap aroused a pitiful cry from deep in her throat   amid her sobs

he shook her head violently again

then bit her shoulders

beyond crying

she screamed

he let go of her head and slapped her flanks again with either hand  switched her  until his hands swelled and ached

then he took her by the hips

his fingernails scratching her

 

digging in at the edges of her hard hipbones 

 

he kick her feet apart bruising her ankles

beginning to topple she regained her balance   and stood fast

he kicked her ankles harder

she staggered

he drove a knee into the back of her thigh

she screamed  staggered  knees trembling

he yanked her towards him

  

her back swayed

he took her by her hips  

he thrust into her

she screamed

                       No  No  again  and again     pitifully

oh so pitifully

she screamed for someone to hear her   who listened    who might care

Organisation forgot

he did not

                       

the yellow room was his sanctuary

It violated that space
as he affected and violated her

It was uninured 

 

wantonly  It had celebrated too many unholy slaughters to ever imagine itself losing

beaten

defiled

the yellow room surprised him

dreaming
                 he had a hard time believing in it   or seeing himself escape into its color

but he had a harder time imagining it following him inside

hubris evidently had no conscience  memory   or consideration

watching himself fuck hubris from unparalleled and incomparable angles he became more heated   more aroused

he fucked harder

that inkling

that glint in his own eye  for pity

slipped out

went away

went looking for its reflection somewhere else in the unconstructed wild

promising to return

eventually

evening, Sunday,  20  9. 15

2324,  Sunday,  20  9. 15

dreamed