Nuclear Whynter
“Hey Twinkle Toes, help me tie my shooz.” Sister Sun throws down a Diastema Labyrinth at the Apex of my Square. She’s saying, “It’s Tuesday Afternoon. You missed Great Bubble Day and you show up, in a frenzy, with this Bacchanalia shit.”
“The Orange Gotan is the dance I always do with Periwinkle.” says Whynter Wyatt, “When I’m feeling a certain way. Like,this morning, I followed the old dude through all the steps.
This time we danced from the Cherry tree to the center of his square. I never lost contact with his body. I kissed Periwinkle on the cheek and was in the middle of saying to him, “You know, we’re making love right now.”
Periwinkle says, “Whynter danced with her cute little ass against me the whole path to this square. That’s how I know when my Truly is near.”
Then, “…Put your picture on my wall It reminds me.” The sound that breaks Whynter’s Groove and makes her say, “You know we fuckin…”
Sopdet battle armour assembling over her fuck parade costume. Whynter growls, “Then you train wrecks the groove! And try to steal my ass.”
Periwinkle says “That’s how I know a Trulie is here.” Periwinkle is holding a parasol and tucking a book into the inside pocket of his jacket, a sad grim smile on his face, “So, duck in one hand and 3 day roast pork in the other, helpless and dumb as fuck. Then that fuckin’ gunshot and …”
…here I am staring into your blue bitch ass nigger eyes again.”
You’re the incorrigible Mister Periwinkle Bubbles.“ She giggles, “You’re my mother’s imaginary friend. Shut the fuck up.”
Sun continues, “Right there where you’re standing, Sugah. Your child slapped his grandmother down in the street, in front of the whole world. Your mama, my childhood friend.
Now, you have to dance the whole route Whynter danced with my Brother in Love as Orfeu of the Dish Tank this morning after the fuck parade.”
A path of gold bricks trace the path that follows our path around the park back to the spot where they stand. “This time the pavers on the yellow brick road to his square are made from gold. Gold stolen from every child that spends their lives smelting computer parts. Gold snatched from the neck of every clean hearted niggah by some dumb monster trying to please a bitch like you.”
Whynters says, “So. Uhh. Yeah Bitch, we’re turning this into a fight scene? Bet!”
Then you dance the gotan with him.”
Sun says, “This time my brother will not be carrying food.”
So, See…
What had happened was.
Sipping the last of my Blueberry Ricky Phosphate, “I imagined the happiest possible outcome for a scene like this Psoulpsychedelicyde Blue Lotus trip we’re on right now.
The bus pulls up “Omni, Tolo, and all the Little Michaels agree it’s been a year.
“Yup.” Tolo says, “This is next year. Yo Baba oui be right here in the Iron Pimp to take you to get your ears pierced at Northland. Be on yo square when we get there. Love ya Baba.”
All the officials are busy being awestruck and overwhelmed by the level of unfiltered gobbledygook and giddy excitement their nerds and bean counters are openly expressing.
Colonel Bragg says, “Break it down for me Mr. Bubbles, this shit is over my head and above my pay grade.”
I say, “Okay, I’ll explain it over a bowl of soup. I need fuel for this trip.”
Lapis Bragg bellows, “Pho Q!”
