Greetings. I have now named the story as the title nicely shows. This is the tale so far. For those who are new, I am telling a story completely in haiku.
A six-gun side arm
Was all Alfonso needed.
It ended poorly.
With shit brown eyes and
A lost quantity of faith
Hope seemed a bit small
But Alfonso held on
Perturbed by chainmen in glass,
He bit shattered teeth
Spitting out the refuse
Of a bloodied mouth. He smiled.
The embers bubbled.
But Alfonso heard
Nothing but the thump of glass
Fists beating his flesh
And a list of the
Grievances held against his person.
The chainmen beat on
As if to prefect
From his skin a new bruised glass
To add to their fists
Burrowing bellows.
Alfonso smiled again, spitting
Out his bloodied teeth.
“The pain’s getting me
Aroused, dear gentlemen,”
He laughed through the blows
The bulge of his pants
Illustrating his words, nicely.
The chainmen all paused.
Disgust painted one
Man’s face, in between the hanging
Chains of his metal flesh
“That’s damn near podgy!”
The chainman cried between his
Barred up lips and teeth.
And beat down harder
With an old wicked grimace
Coating his disgust
“This is all we can
Give to the son of Losch,” he
Cried in jangling anger.
“You stole from chainmen,
You raped what was not yours to.
Now is your judgment”
“Yes, but it was quite
Pleasurable… the raping…”
Alfonso noted.
Sarcasm did drip
Like soup from Alfonso’s chin.
“Most wouldn’t call it rape”
“The goods were taken
Without proper recompense,”
The chainman snarl-ed.
“The good’s were withheld
From starving children, shithead.”
Alfonso snarled back.
“Some of the goods the
Were small children, ya shithead.”
The Chainman snarled back
Bulging lights from black
cast street lamps oozed effervescent
Liquid light on the street
As the men cast snarls
At one another. One man
Bloody, the others quite grim.
Stray light passed between
the conversation, eyes flickered
And Alfonso smiled.
“I think I’ll be going
Now,” he laughed out suddenly
As his eyes sparkled
Time split and quivered
And Reality warped and twist
Alfonso out of time
Time breathed. Fate sat still.
Alfonso was a flower
And then a man again.
Shadows danced on the wall
As time recoalesced in another place.
Alfonso smiled wolfishly.
A woman smiled from
Beside him. Hair dipped in ink
And lips blossoming.
“Did my brothers ask
After me?” She queried, raising one
Languid black eye brow.
“Did they scold you on
The rape of my innocence
And my under loins?”
“No,” Alfonso said,
“But they did ask after the grain…
Shows what they value…”
He smiled impishly
And the woman set her lips
To a deep red pout.
“My brothers do love
Me,” she pouted, eyes stirring like
thick moonglass drizzle.
“I’m sure they do, dear,”
He consoled. “But they love their
damn materia more”
“The chains run through more
Than their arms,” she sniffed, whilst her
Fingers tapped her head.
“Yes, yes, dear,” he sighed
“Your brothers are really quite dumb,
Thank the Gods you aren’t”
“Thank the Gods they are,”
She shot back, “Or they probably
Would have kill-ed you.”
She took his face in
Caramel tanned hands, tracing
Out the bruises and cuts on it.
Alfonso winced and
Licked the pooling blood on his lips.
“ ‘Suppose I look a mess?”
He chuckled, spritzing out
Some of the blood with each shake
Of his broken body.
“You look damn near ready
To die,” She cried, her hand held
Out to trace his scars
He smiled, spat, and said,
“Fear not my dear, my cock is fine.”
The woman softly laughed.
Her hands pressed tight on
His groin, and she smiled sensually.
“People still need to eat though”
She noted, pouting out
Her lips. “There are still children
Dying. And my brothers still roam.”
“My dear, the troubles
Of the world cannot be cured
in a day,” Alfonso noted.
“Yes, but you can kill
My brother’s in a day,” she
Smiled oh so cruelly.
Alfonso’s eyebrows
Furrowed up in slight surprise.
“You want your brothers dead?”
“That” the lady pondered
“May be necessary if
They do continue.
“Their pig headed ways
must end, and they did beat me
As a girl” she laughed.
“But they are your kin?”
“That doesn’t stop them from looking
At me with such lust.
“I have no care for
My chain faced kin. They sold their
Souls a long time ago
“To a god that is
More earth than being,” she spat.
“I have no brothers, now.”
“Damn, Tabe Tumminnei”
The man called as he poured out
A glass of black wine.
The liquid burnt in
The light bulb’s glow, and the woman glared.
“It’s for the pain,” he said.
The woman turned from him
In anger she rifled through
A cupboard of oddities
She emerged pouring
A strange bubbling blue liquid
Into a thick syringe.
“Gah! What is that for?”
The man asked, backing away.
“You,” the woman smiled.
