Indiana

Indiana

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Oiled field burns high in Indiana on

Stray husks of soy

The fire spreads out of its bounds

emigrated from 200 yards beyond

the House and the Barn. In the heat, the Drug Lab separates from

The Trailer, against the law of trailer burn up first fast and total,

has split in 3 

This aftmost piece: A rocket shaped backarcwise over the grove in

green and orange onto Hwy 150: the solid

skimming along the center line, the liquid retarring

the surface, the gas lamping out for elements

to sustain it

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The forward cabin: Spit from the Trailer, Kenny and Richard's personal palace suite off the Lab ("even temperatured” like Bob Biscuit had promised)

with a family-room-extra-bath-kitchen, sets off spinning like a top.

A handleless head eating weeds and worthy 

Bump askew on the locust trunk

bounces off to blotch a tiled diagonal for 210 feet

bores a final signature.  This any boy would recognize on July 5th, who barefoots

hungrily through his backdoor to savor last night's damage from his

upsidedown Taiwanese helicopter.

A stump!  and lift six inches high, now bound on a vector between House and Barn

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Amidships: Die Hard I and III,  Dr. No, Live and Let Die; Thunder Road and Two Lane Blacktop; eight-tracks of Jan and Dean, the Everlys and Isleys plus tapes and CDs of the Doobies and Dire Straits and Buffett despooled, spaghettied, smashed, splintered.  It’s like a drunk tattooist has pierced the microwave control panel, couch, Barcalounger and fridge door

A yellowed wedge - "Jan and Dea'' - harpoons the drawing Kenny's Mindy

made two years ago: the House with a tree on each side and no horizon present (the 13th century not dawned in her 3rd grade art teacher's world).  His Debbie stands in an apron in the foreground with Darinda. Mindy and Mandy are at the apex of a sunny swing chair on the porch, Kenny by his open truck door

In the corner behind the fridge, Richard spilled rotated, washed up, cracked up in the liesure cabin. Centrifugal hot flashings have whipped Richard’s current temperature up to 102 during his Indiana ride.

A sudden electrostatic burst takes over the bolted-down entertainment center

and HBO's 10:00pm movie shows the Drug Advisor's kids in Traffic when they are playing casino: spinning H roulette in the bathroom and snorting an eight-ball in their easy chairs. 

Speakers connected via S-video to Richard’s amp vivid away, but Richard can't hear, what with the throb and the crackle of his ribs and neck; a knee might be broken, too. 

The weed ingested 90 minutes ago slows his appreciation.  Dryshock constricts

his throat.  The meth of 45 minutes ago speeds his breathing and panic to a

heartrate of 145, his eyes dilated, he rivets onto Erica Chrisomethin, the  blonde of the moment on the E! Network and Entertainment Tonight – the hardiest fare in Southern Indiana.

Wary to check his head after being bopped by Karo and balsamic bottles

down from out of the cabinets just above his final resting place here – does

he have honest head gashes?  And how deep?

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Flashback 19 seconds: Kenny is asleep with Mandy when a noise starts.  

Debbie dreams of a crashing ocean wave drowning her spool bed.  Darinda sleeps with her doll entourage down the hall.

The wheeze of the second Trailer section has become a scream.  It is Frisbeeing through the slumbering bushes between the Barn and the House.  Alarmed, Debbie stiffens to rise up in the bed, but, wrapped in her gown, she has become a torqued Slinky hooked head and foot on the brass bed rails.  With the shrieking wave migrating past, she untangles and dismounts to get Darinda out of the shuddering house.  She takes her dead-eyed daughter from the corner bedroom corner clutching a Barbie.

Kenny waits near the landing. Mandy speeds by, going down the stairs with Mindy bundled up.  Debbie and child are right behind –all moving past the shattering north window. 

Shards of bare sticks off the shrubbery are peppering in, now striking Kenny in the triceps and shoulderblade.  Shotgun in hand, Kenny jumps past.  "Get down!" and "Downstairs! ... Now! ... I’ll meet you by the Truck.”  Kenny hits the bottom step of the Pantry exit – a burst a crack and a fireball shoots back from the Frisbee toward the Barn.

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By the Truck Debbie’s screaming for Richard.  By the light of the Barn fire, Kenny knows the the Weedwhacker will flame up at any moment so Richard’s a goner if he hasn’t already burned up in the Flying Lab or the Beaker. The Barn and Road residue will inform on them. “You see that fire, Debbie? Last I saw, Richard was in that, trying to catch up on a batch of CoQ10.  The chemicals will tell on us! He’s gone up in a teardrop, sweetie. Please just come with us!  We love you -- get in the car with us – for our Darinda.”

Kenny backs up the Truck from behind the House, hits the Road turning right to Evansville to hop a Mississippi barge south. Two explosions behind them, Darinda sees out the back.  Craning, Mandy catches a ring of fire spring up over the House they loved.  Metal siding, shattered myrtle branches rain on the hood of the Truck. “Our Ark,” he thinks. 

Copyright 2012 Patrick Calhoun 29205