Sump pumps bang and spirt flow with people talk, screams, laughter and bass thumps and horn honks and movers shouts of, ,,MOVE, MOVE, MOVE...'' <|Like one mass.>
Red, yellow, blue, purple, pink, green pulse, blink, spread from building windows to people and sky.
<|But this...> I step to cot, kneel on floor and reach under cot, grab sneakers. <|Government put me away forever.> I pull sandals from feet, slip on socks, sneakers, grab sneakers' laces. <|Framed even if they, whoever, are not trying to frame.> I pull laces, tie laces with a bow, think, <|And Psycho is a killing machine,> pull on bows. <|Maybe?> I stand. <|A killing machine.> I walk to window. <|Psycho a way to entrap?> I grab towel beyond window on hook, think, <|Have some data to frame truth, frame proof,> wipe face with towel. <|Parties only want for testing.>
<|Is Psycho real?> I step from the office, think, <|What is real?> shut the door, hear the lock ring, walk down the stairs, think, <|It grabbed cup. Hand shake. Not just illusion or psych projection.>
I think, <|Maybe psych injection, good psych projection,> step to landing, pivot, step stairs. <|A really good psych injection. Looks, feels images, the cup caught, or believed to be caught.> I walk down creaky steps to a hall floor. Olive tree mosaic grows over hall floor.
People walk, ride, stroll, roll shoulder to shoulder, back to front, front to back. People flow from sidewalk to street to sidewalk. The three level buildings guide the people over sidewalks and street. <|No sphere with limbs above.> People push from lounge to dance hall to bar and through people and neon light.
<|Lawyers, lobbyists, contractors, government bureaucrats.> People fondle girl friends, boy friends, interns, pages. Unbuttoned sport jackets and suit coats; pressed slacks and skirts; polished wing tips and heels; brilliant earrings and rings; small bras and chest chains; tight jeans and skirts; high heels and boots; cufflinks; shiny nipple rings and belly button rings; exposed panties and g-strings are strapped, moved and pried over naked bodies. Ties are knotted. Bows are tied. Guns are strapped to legs, waists, shoulders.
A guy shouts, jerks body, says, ,,GET Out, Get out,'' shakes head. Hand slaps his head, slaps his head, slaps, slaps, slaps his head. His body shakes. He pushes back and bumps people.
Couples and singles and groups join and separate from bar to club to lounge to diner. Beats, claps and raps mix and spread. The groups, couples and singles press between people and push to bars, clubs, lounges and diners. Red, green, pink lights flash upon the crowd.
Chants of, ,,Move, move, move, move, move...,'' are.
Rickshaws' and stagecoaches' movers push against rickshaw or stagecoach roll. ''Move, move, move...,'' becomes, ''MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!!!'' Movers' feet and legs press rickshaw or stagecoach momentum into rubber street.
,,MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE...,'' holler rickshaw and stagecoach movers. Movers slow step and say, ''Move, move, move, move, move...'' They merge to single lane.
Rickshaw movers inhale and exhale and jog in place and move their mouths to whisper, ,,Move, move, move, move, move...,'' lost in the talk, laughter, music. Movers drip sweat.
I think, <|Assume,> and say, ,,Government truck,'' and think, <|If hits, government knows not.>
Shouts of, ,,HEY YOU!'' ARE! Honks of horn fade with the cadence of, ,,Move, Move, Move...'' Blue and red lights flash left, right, left, right, left, right.
A door shuts. Silhouette hollers, ,,DID YOU FIX THE GARDEN CAR LEAK!'' A voice hollers, ,,YES, WE WILL HAVE ENOUGH WATER TONIGHT!''
The people become men and women dressed with suits and dresses. The voices are... ,,There.'' ,,Here.'' ,,No, There, Here.'' ,,No.''