Inspired by the world of “Twin Peaks” by David Lynch & Mark Frost
Deep in the heart of the wooded areas,
in the center of twelve sycamore trees,
appear dark red curtains, waiting to open.
Fear and love is the key,
and perfect courage will be your guide.
The jagged floor pattern leads you to a red room,
where the birds sing a pretty song,
and there's always music in the air.
The Lodge now has its new guest.
He sits down in the chair,
with a look of comfort and terror on his face.
Another friend.
The twangy bass lines vibrate in his mind,
as the lights flicker and flash.
Fire walk with me.
The girl sits across from the suited man.
Her words come out slow and odd.
She's filled with secrets.
She walks over,
kisses him,
and whispers the secret into his ear:
My father killed me.
She will see him again in 25 years.
This is the waiting room.
Going up and down.
Intercourse between two worlds.
Hallelujah.
This is no accident.
A dimension with many rooms alike,
but occupied by different souls,
night after night.
Our world.
With chrome.
Boneless.
They lived among the people,
above a convenience store.
They sat quietly for hours.
I’ve been to one of their meetings.
It was a dream.
They lived inside a dream.
The backwards jumping man,
with a face of paper-mâché,
and a long, pointed nose.
Screams out into the air,
but not to be heard.
The giant and the waiter join together.
One and the same.
To warn the man of what to come,
and offer him coffee.
It is happening again.
When you see him again,
it won’t be him.
The man behind the mask,
is looking for the book with the pages torn out.
He is BOB, eager for fun.
He wears a smile.
Everybody run.
Be careful not to turn the corner.
She prays she never sees that face ever,
outside of a dream.
The face of the man who killed me.
The little man from another place,
rubs the Formica table,
and declares green as its color.
The wonder of materiality.
He is the arm,
and he sounds like…
electricity.
The one armed man struggles to find his identity.
Without chemicals, he points.
Tattoo on the left shoulder,
but when he saw the face of God,
he was changed.
He took the entire arm off.
They once killed in perfect harmony together,
for appetite and satisfaction,
but he has now repented.
He, too, had been touched by the devilish one.
The twin woodsmen raise their arms in unison,
while the electrician manipulates the transports.
Fury of their own momentum.
They have descended from pure air.
And everything will proceed cyclically.
Thus time moves on.
The grandmother warned them about the corn,
We detest yellow food.
while the grandson hides behind the mask.
The magician that he is.
He lifts it only for a second,
and the primate is there.
The agent looks down beneath the ground,
in his idiosyncratic routine.
He found something.
And then there they were.
He followed…
with this ring
I thee wed.
The dwarf rubs his hands together.
Some of your friends are here.
He has good news:
That gum you like is
going to come back in style.
His dance will continue for a new clue.
The mother crawls to find the truth.
Locked inside a hungry white horse.
The owl peaks in from a far away tree.
The father watches the mirror,
and adjusts his tie.
I did not kill anybody,
he smiles.
Tonight is the night that I die.
It’s the only way to keep him away from her.
The later events have never been kept a secret.
She can feel his fire,
but she’s not afraid.
There is a man in a smiling bag.
The smell of scorched oil fills the pure February air,
as he gets closer.
Is it the future? Or is it the past?
The suited man asks if he can leave.
That would indicate that it’s the future.
But he is here,
and there is no place to go…
BUT HOME.
The lost soul pleads to the girl:
The good man is in the Lodge,
and he can’t leave.
Write it in your diary.
The magician performs magic tricks,
as the girl looks on.
Light of new discoveries.
He has one simple question:
Why not be composed of materials and combinations of atoms?
Yes, find the middle place.
The cave of secrets lies beneath the town.
The owls are not what they seem.
Time seems to stand still,
but sometimes,
things can happen just like
THAT.
He stole the corn.
It was canned,
above the store.
The look on his face when it was open,
it was
stillness.
Like the Formica tabletop.
Garmonbozia.
He cannot go home without them.
They need their pain and sorrow,
or the thread will be torn.
The suited man is chased by his doppelganger,
as he follows the non-linear path,
running from curtain to curtain,
but only to find the wrong way.
His hands begin to tremble.
As his bravery begins to fade,
his conscience turns to black.
He is wrong.
He can’t ask for your soul,
so I will take his.
The mistake of imperfect courage,
will utterly annihilate his soul.
She is my cousin.
But doesn’t she look
almost exactly
like you?
It’s him.
It’s your father.
He pleads to the doomed soul.
Don’t take the ring.
Please, don’t take the ring.
The primate looks around,
and whispers her name softly.
Judy.
As the killer places the letter under her fingernail,
her body is wrapped in plastic.
It floats down the river,
cold, and without protection.
It will be discovered by the pure and innocent,
and send shockwaves through the atmosphere.
You must be mistaken,
I'm alive.
The man awakens from his slumber,
only he wasn’t sleeping.
He stumbles to the bathroom,
and observes his new agent in the mirror.
Blood and glass cover the floor,
as he laughs like never before.
Fell a victim.
The girl sits in the chair,
as her angel watches over her.
What does she see?
What does she hear?
With the suited man by her side,
she lets out tears of joy,
because she knows everything will be alright.
