A Lonely Desert Play Parable

Act I

Kring: A rider once storied me a tellin werthy a a tellin, even werthy a a song a the muses. A clown dressed all up - an I just about quote it like it was tole to me - a clown wus all dressed up in a gown a stained glass and it squeezed him tight like his skin, was in 'is skin e'en. And what wasn't dolled up by this kind of existence to that point, was painted on him by crazy geometries of thick greases stained in the hues of religious resonation. But all fractured an all. From up close alone he was a scare, cause such a thing just don' exist. The clockdriven clown's alwehs at a distance tho, crashin 'cross this bronzedust land, totterin, babblin, shoutin confessions an all that, an takin em back the minute later. He'll appear from behind an outcrop at times, or at the edge of a imaginary waterin hole, and he sleeps offen in the beds a abandanoed wagons and such, or just out in the cool that desert floor opens up throughout the night. But e'en before that, he useta crawl up outta caves under the desert floor, holes leadin down that're older 'an them cliff dwellins. And yes it's true he's still out there, totterin a great circle. You find a flat enough place at the wrong time in the afternoon, you can sure see 'im.

Doldrom: No such fairy tales. Rather hear tell the Pharisee in his disregard er the goliath a defeat. That ain't anything you say. What in the hell did you say?

Kring: Well.....you 'an think what you goddamn please but I'm tryin tell you something 'bout yer life there. An that rider was the one tole me a mine. Of a...a, a kind a phantom that I been seein an thas been seein me all these so many some odd years. Somethin thas out there where you been, but thas never quit it, somethin thas out there when you out there and when yer not, out in that wilderness, so y'see its alwehs the kinda thing you are when y'out there.

Doldrom: Well ain't that a godawful mess. Goddamn. What y'sayin shore seems roundabout t'me, how old was this rider, bet he was a damn crazy fool. Y'just mean t'say that poor clown boy alwehs watching, alwehs stuck out there, an I nearly was caught by 'im?

Kring: More he's thinkin 'bout you, an you of him.

Doldrom: Funny story you decide to tell me today. An he's searchin f'the ledge at the horizon. Sounds he done found it to me, an fall off too.

Kring: Yep. Lost in that the most inescapable hell of all labyrinths: the flat one.

Act II

Doldrom's Great Great Great Grandson: I can never do more than five at a time. Fuck. It gives ya a sickly kinda feeling you know?

Kring's Great Great Great Grandson: It feels like I ate a pile of musket balls.

Doldrom's: They'll Dissolve.
Kring's: A big pile a marbles. All the way up to the top of my throat. Rollin around in there, glick, glunk, click-clack. Melt. Melt melt melt melt melt.
Doldrom's: Mmmm....what was that. Oh, about the -
Kring's: (distracted) shit man the dogs were barking at the thunder last night, I had to take a pill.
Doldrom's: You have any more?
Kring's: Fuck you, it's a real thing man.
Dolrom's: Lemme tell you this fucking story my mom told me the other day.
Kring's: All right.
Doldrom's: So this is like twenty-five years ago or something, this guy's riding his bike someplace in Wyoming, some ass place a little south of Cheyenne, and the way it happens is he gets on the road and has to turn back home to get his wallet, so he goes back into the apartment, tells his wife he's leaving again and walks out the door, all told he's about ten minutes behind where he would've been. So there he's goin, through a rural interection with a green light on his side and it's just like somebody hitting a home run, this hotrod fucking car crushes this guy on his bike, struck him full speed in the sweet spot like a fucking baseball, caught him right in stride. Now see how they were on a collision course man? Isn't that fucked?
Kring's: Well yeah -
Doldrom's: And, get this, my mom was the motherfucking wife! They we're gonna buy a house and shit pretty soon, had just gotten married. Where the fuck would I be now man?
Kring's: Woah. That sucks for your dad kind of. If he only hadn't forgotten the wallet.
Doldrom's: Fuck you first of all. Plus it wouldn't matter, maybe another time he forgets the wallet and it saves his life. Fuckface. You can't ever know when that shit's gonna be important, and if you did, imagine how it'd make you feel, you wouldn't be able to do anything just about.
Kring's: Well maybe, but it gives you more of a chance jus knowin something's comin at you. I guess that could be all the time though. Damn you fucked me with that story, I'm starting to feel crazy and dead.
Doldrom's: That's not just the story.
Kring's: Well I do know that you're allowed to stop at a green light, especially on a bike.
Doldrom's: It was shitty visibility, and the car was flyin dude.
Kring's: Damn these things dissolve fast.
Doldrom's: I told you.
Kring's: (Face against the patio window) Damn the heat waves out there are really starting to move. (Turns back into room, walks around) Every time I look up or at a wall, I feel like I'm seein a cave painting or something.