Tekton Mantis loomed on the upper balcony in the glow of the computer
screen.. Listening to Moonlight sonata he sat and rocked in the red granite
heart chair great arteries for rockers watching the flicker of the full moon
as it flashed upon the robotic skeleton spiders gathering bananas in the
lupine effulgence.. "Moonlight Son at a ..... banaana plantation..," he
slurred in the slither-crackling of the gin-soaked autumn..
the artificial borealis of the city resembled buddha in the rich air.. a
towering jina of shifting lights, an inverted conicum of celestial humanity.
The computer displayed a kind of polymorphic worm screensaver.. Tekton blew
blue smoke-rings and bowed to the gorgoneion dragging his dark green tux
tails to the apotropaic visage.. A transparent yellow skull began its
oration from the mantel;;; "arc of hallowed intimates, drawer and closet of
green wishes, slow moan of calculation's bed-dreamt ire, go slothly forward
in dawn's angled curtains to the village of desire and make of jest of grief
in the humming morn....."
