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Split personality, Surreal novel, Literary novel, Poetic novel, Dark poetic novel, Dark literary novel, Bipolar novel

Only God Knows Why
Divine Cruelty by R.C. Parsons




Glancing ‘round the kitchen, I decided to make the most of my unexpected holiday. Instead of dressing for work in my drab olive-green Get Go outfit, I walked into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of faded old blue jeans and a white summer tank. I steered my butt into the bathroom and stood silently, questioning my appearance in the mirror.

Lord.

Living like this is really aging me.

I’m forty-six years old, and all this shit’s making me look like sixty.

Grabbing my makeup bag, I did a quick Chinese slap-chop-suey on my face, finishing up with a lick of Latin lipstick.

Ahhhh, not so bad with the cover-up.

Gee, I seem to have dropped a few years.

Why, I bet I could now pass for, let’s see?

Forty-five?

Fifty?

Laughing as I slipped my boots on, I tossed my old leather jacket over my arm for later and decided to head down to the local watering hole.

It was more than a tweak funny to me that the bar I was planning on kicking it in was the Get Together. It was an amusing coincidence considering the bullet I was dodging for the day was none other than the local Get Go. The bar had a long, sordid history on Kenilworth Ave. It was opened and closed by the local cops at least twice a year, a ripper bar when I’d begun shooting a stick at the tender age of eighteen.

By the ripe age of twenty-four, I’d graduated up to serving beers and waiting tables, and it’d evolved into one of the roughest biker bars in Hamilton. Hells Angels, Red Devils, Outlaws, and the Chinese Tong all left their colours and turf wars outside to discuss business around the marble bar top. Once that was done, they’d slip down to the private “gentlemen’s” room to shake hands over a few rails of the Christmas product they all pumped out on the streets.

Walking down the street now, kissing fifty, I found myself running there for shelter.

Shelter from the storm . . .

Shelter from work, from life, from a man I used to love and a house I used to call home.


Memories . . .

Strange things in my manic soul soaring into the eye of the impending storm

Memories of my blue visions of a shattered love lost in a poetic slip of the norm

Looking down along the long, wooden hallways upon a distant green and jaded lass

Crazy thoughts when those damned Niks come knocking at my back door’s secret past

Memories of my love for you lost upon a distant pink horizon and the whistling ocean’s breeze

Those deliciously wicked thoughts of me laying your sweet ass low on broken and bended knees

Memoirs . . .

—Rose/Rosemarie


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