It’s Just Begun

With their own forces contained, the teenaged girls at the outer rim of the circle anticipated a glorious physical reaction once the break dancers, Zack and Caleb, started their duel at the nucleus. At the climax of the record, the break dancers were further driven by pheromones coming from the beauties. Furiously competing, Zack and Caleb writhed, dropping intermittently, bouncing in their own stylized way back up from the floor. They owned the prowess of athletes. Zack raised a palm inches from Caleb’s grimace, a hyperbolic traffic cop motion to express his authority to stop the brother, letting him know that he was no competition. Gripping the burgundy Kangol on his head, Caleb vibrated in his place like a jackhammer his lips flapping along for the ride. Along with the essence of pheromones, wafting over the dancer’s heads were synthetic fragrances, Wind Song, spearmint and cherry gum. “Peace will come this world will rest, once we have to-geth-ernesssss, agggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!”

The elevated train at the margin of the housing projects lacerated the track. Northbound, it rounded the curve, until disappearing, the metal tail lashing flames fading to the stratosphere. From the height of the tracks, a passenger on the train saw electric blue glow around the windows of apartment 12C in the 3rd building of the complex. The faint saxophones and hyper-tribal percussion music grew louder. The windows swelled and contracted. On the street, parked cars popped up from the concrete, crashing back down in sparks to the beat: “Watch me now, feel the groove…into something, gonna make you move….” Dusk colored light covered nine buildings of the complex in magenta, and the energized teenaged organism inside of apartment 12C caused streams of sweat to trickle down the cream colored walls and steam to rise from the floor. The shades of black, brown, tan and mocha pulsated it would seem as independent rhythmic forces, but they were all part of one throbbing mass.