The Ballad of Emerson Skreech


 

 

The Ballad of Emerson Skreech

 

Soliloquy for the Prodigal Daughter

 

 

A Bit of Backstory

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Dream Lover Fantasy aborted. Bitch Mode in process. Engage. I felt like I was sitting in a cold damp mist after exiting a relaxing soothing sauna. Breath.

It took all the mental and emotional effort that Emerson Skreech could muster to form sentences that made sense.  Word Selection. Operate.  Emerson had to go through a mental flight plan each time he uttered a sound as he struggled with ill-fitting dentures as well as a pronounced lisp.

Breath. In. Out. In the midst of getting my scrambled thoughts into coherent words She made that serpentine motion with her tongue removing the salt from the edge of her drinking glass in one fell swoop.

 

 

 

 

Spoke by Hamlet, Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.

 

 

 

JoyBaieda Ruein  ~~  The Making of An End

 

She is the Luxurious Fox to my slimy hound dog.  Joy was a slow slinky melody filled with mesmerizing syncopation.  When I Emerson Skreech discovered her all she was just another one of the irresistible creatures raising their skirts for the latest repeat customers.  Now she was a raging inferno. Impossible to contain but with each breath of oxygen eager to expand.  Myths and Legends corrupted my mind.  Emerson Skreech consumed by lust and immoral pleasures believe the best and received the worst. Bewitched by a Bronzed highlighted entrancing beauty.  At once I understood how Adama felt when God broke his companion rib.  Dancing with her though a delicate pleasure my internal cognition was slowly being extinguished.

What was sacred now becomes hideous.   Exploration and entry into her sacred Temple was a high price that cost into a then unknown future.  My engorged purple red pole dug the grave and planted the Cenotaph that singled my burial.  My shaft spit seed into a poisonous chamber.  JoyBaieda was an Orchard in Bloom and I a thirsty Gardener | Gate Keeper.  A Horticulturist of infected spores.  Her body ~~ my tomb.  Scorched, I sank into the depths of vast ocean seas coming to rest inside an abandoned house where everything was left intact. Mesmerized I expected forgetful innkeepers to return, the taps to flow, songs sung and dancers spinning, twirling and gyrating while thick beer steins are raised in toast to safe passageways.

 

A Punctured Romance from the start.  I’ve come to the Potter’s Field Sanatorium to bury my bones.  We were like rambling gnarling twisting trees marveling at volcanic Lava Monoliths arising from a barren windblown sandy desert.  We stripped the bark from each others branches.

 

A Luminous Aura Borealis burst into exploded galaxies.

 

 

To Be Continued…………………………………………………….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Return of the Prodigal Daughter 


 

Happy New Year 

The Return of the Prodigal Daughter 



Havana Heart Cabana 

 

Blame it on the Bossa Nova

ROOM OF NOCTURNES

 


 

That Sweet Husky Whiskey Lauren Bacall voice back-lit by fruit and mint flavored jalousies was no match for the Gold, pearls, diamonds and rubies sparking against Obsidian skin.  Sky high stiletto heels worn as birds of prey. Ready to strike at any given moment..

Gourmand cigarillos distilled in Gin.

Nubian Night Cinnamon Cinema.

Queen of the Smokey eye. One quarter open. Three quarters closed.

Her scorching nature aligned with me.

Hair fallen over one eye Aladdin’s Veronica Lake.

JoyBaieda Rueine was the ruin of many a poor man’s soul.  An Enchanting Hazy Super Moon simmering coming to a boil just below the surface.  A Sassy Sexy Sultry Siren.  Springing up during the Gold Rush and leaving just as quickly.

Blame it on the Bossa Nova 

JoyBaieda was an impromptu Madam when necessity dictated.

He Caught wisps of ghosts as she passed by.  Softly illuminated by ambient light gentle rings of smoke formed Saturn’s Hallowed Halos around her womanly curvy body. 

 

Truly she was a conversation Stopper.  Men were lost in Ruminations absorbed in her sensuality.

We are Ebony Swans Ravens in Gilded Forests

 

Saturn’s Sunset Moon Rings

 

JoyBaieda Rueine slowly turned her elegant head barely acknowledging my presence whilst giving me that once over slow up and down visually assessment that Onyx Women are so very good at doing.  Ever so gradually turning the rest of her towards me her lips opening beckoning yet the words burst the mood.

“This place smells like old mens ball sacs.  It’s filled with filthy beer, whisky and gin soaked bums who look like they were just released from the local Bowery Mission hall.  You’re operating a Holding Pen Wastrels!  Are you running a homeless shelter populated with forlorn drunken losers?  No. Wait. I just answered that question. 

You promised me an elegant Bar & Grill serving upscale clientele. An elegant seaside Cabana. Now I feel like I’ve thrown my money down a sewer and invited all the Mole people to come in for cheap drinks on check day!  The Eclipse will be here sooner than you think and you’re still not ready. And if we’re not ready. We can’t go and we’ll be left behind in the mid-1950s forever!

Pig headed bastard!  You’re nothing but a Pretender to the Throne!”

 

Dream Lover Fantasy aborted. Bitch Mode in process. Engage. I felt like I was sitting in a cold damp mist after exiting a relaxing soothing sauna. Breath.

It took all the mental and emotional effort that Emerson Skreech could muster to form sentences that made sense.  Word Selection. Operate.  Emerson had to go through a mental flight plan each time he uttered a sound as he struggled with ill-fitting dentures as well as a pronounced lisp.

Breath. In. Out. In the midst of getting my scrambled thoughts into coherent words She made that serpentine motion with her tongue removing the salt from the edge of her drinking glass in one fell swoop.

 

Room John 3:16

JoyBaieda had consistently checked the dials, gauges, and meters wondering why the absorption rate was glowing so slowly that it was almost at a stand still. Formerly troublesome tremulous Nepenthes had ceased leaving their home-base making it even more difficult to feed the diameters so the process could continue. Even the formerly tremulous thermostat was silent. Quiet. Too quiet…  Made her wonder if the Settlement would survive  Then wonder why the Dayforming process had slowed down to the point of going in reverse.

Must employ the Wisdom of the Strix and their descendants The Nephilim

 

“There were giants on the earth in those days… the sons of God came in to the daughters of men and they bore children to them”. (Gen. 6:4) the Nephilim?

 

 

At that thought She spotted the little multicolored Whirlwind. As she watched it began to spin. As it spun it grew larger whilst moving in a circular pattern as it approached her. Then it began to take the form of a young man with a handle bar mustache, top hat and frock coat.  Unexpectedly a beautiful young woman materialized along side him.

 

With the coming of the Strix Eclipse the Dead shall Mock the Living.

 

Quite the Dapper Gentleman aren’t you Uncle Henry and I see you’ve brought along Aunt Carrie!  Carrie beating Henry to reply with a gentle noble head said, “I tired of the Gibber jab of Hibernia Watson and decided to accompany Henry on this quest,.

JoyBaieda breathed a sigh of relief that Aunt Carrie had accompanied Uncle Henry as Aunt Carrie was a skilled Steamstress.  Surely Aunt Carrie could get to the root of the problem, speed up the Dayformer in readiness for the Eclipse.

Well Now Folks Let the Soiree Begin!

 

 

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Henry Keyser

 

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Aunt Carrie ~~ George Gordon’s Sister

Weeks Prior

Here’s the Key.   Persevere and keep it safe.  Without it The Eclipse won’t accept you or your family.  And with those words of encouragement Busker Boodle and his band of Merry Henchmen were on their way into the Universe.

The memory jerked itself from his mind then became morose and downcast at the uncertain yet certain reality any future relationship with the Gorgeous Hellecat.

Gorgeous Hellecat.  The Odalisque.

Produce the Key and Live.   No Key = Condemnation to a washed out Time Warp Fairy-tale Oasis.

 

 

The rate of Absorption is glowing slowly. And I know why.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Rising Sun
Psycho Barn House

 

 

 

 

 

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