jack_babalon | Skin two, Jack-zero

Monday morning. The graveyard of the weekend. The point of collapse where dreams spiral back down into the black hole of our "real" lives. The hangover of freedom and smell of burnt money lingering along with my headache. The bosses are up and out early taking quick quiet steps along the cubicle forest. Some of them move with their heads hung low, hungry animals in cheap suits stalking along the flourecent shadows to catch their prey off guard & some of them move with proud strides across the carpet, walking like priests down the pews of their faithful. They are trailed by the ambitious,the asst. junior managers and trainees that follow their superiors like the fish that follow sharks and devour their debris,around them flow flocks of black women with coffee mugs in their hands and headphones unjacked dangling off their heads walking back from break laughing warmly with each other over anecdotes of family and church. One of them catches me staring out the window at the light of day breaking along the road outside.
"How was your weekend?" She asks innocently.
I smile. The smile the devil gave God when he stepped off the ledge of heaven winking.

And this is Saturday night.
A six hour slow explosion of rubber valkyries,leather savages, burlesque sirens, urban vampires,amazon DJ's,zen fetishists, daredevil subs, renegade fanboys, closet tops,wet dream sleepwalkers,bedroom gladiators, punishment junkies and their pain dealers mixing with the August heat in a sea of slack jawed normies and stray punk rockers all along for the freak show baby, all along for the ride.
I take it all in and then I take my baby at the bar. The demon Jack has reduced my inhibitions to whispers, my fingers glide across her legs and land gently in her hidden place, my kisses march down her neck leaving a trail of bruises and bites in their wake, I hear her gasp in my ear and we are surronded by a hive of party people dancing in an orgy swarm around us. No one notices what we're doing - we are invisible and in that invisibility powerful-arc electric between her thighs she shudders with fire seeing only me!Yes, finally me-and I let go of myself and drift into the pleasure current, I ebb and flow on waves of stray kisses- for once I am unafraid of what I want and what I want is all of you all of us all at once. Between chemical baptisms and hunger fucking I see a new Jerusalem open wide it's gates of salvation.

"I said 'how was your weekend'" She asks me again. I stop smiling. I come back to the here and now. I put on a personality the way other people might put on a outfit.
"Ohh. It was alright. Got some rest. Watched a little TV. You know the usual."
"Ahh Rob" she sighs at me with a sad little shake of her head "you gotta get out on your weekends,do something different, y'know try to live a little."
"I 'spose you could be right."
I walk back to my seat. To my "real" life, my "real" job here in the "real" world still haunted by vision dreams of Babylon the great, Babylon the golden.