Dark eyes summon me, from my poetric slumber
Teeth overbiting in a smile that could reach beyond the stars
Not whispering, on the telephonic möbius, composing a opus of friends
Bananas are sitting on the bus bench, left and owner absent
We make many roofs red, or black or white. I’m coming to understand why
Coming up with poems on the fly, in a attempt to seem sly
I’m floating around mopeds
Shell broken by lightning rods
Monkeys dancing in green light
Mud seeping through the culverts
Smelling salt, sulfur sulfur, gulping gasping:
They called Adam the fox.
When they told him this he took it on as his own DarkNet persona. A fox was a poet, a planner, a schemer, a cunning and odd but wise friend to some. He was a trickster, a pest, a thing to be hunted, a shadow, to others. It was a lovely persona to have. Sometimes when he was bored he would search for images and books, knowledge to do with fox. That’s how he discovered Sam. On Mars long before he discovered a way to make Douglas look like the best place for her Dad to take the new DarkCaster. Adam knew he had to make a profile of a agency that helped DatkCasters, so he naturally called it DarkFox Unlimited.
He was lost in thought as he got into the slightly late 56 transport to East Quarter. He didn’t notice a dark cloaked person sit four seats away from him. In retrospect a lot of this story would be blank had he taken the to time to step away from his own DarkNet centered world and looked around the transport. Some of you right now might think its a good idea to do the same.
Adam worked at the Central Processing Plant in East Quarter. As he got off his transport, he searched for the new standards he would need to apply today, making sure he didn’t leave his mind open to attack. Thankfully he wasn’t quite that stupid.
The dark cloaked person had to tail him all the way to the Terminal at his station in the Central Processing Plant before he used his skills in a way that could be traced. The Dark Cloaked person placed a trace bug, then slowly set about the way back to the station. Adam didn’t notice the bug at work in his mind for some time.
“Today’s job; process iron ore and gold from Venus five. Transport gold to Zurich station Luna, transport steal to Saturn 7, transport slag to reclaimer 43z”
Adam said aloud. “Ok. A normal day.”
He let his mind work on setting up the last bits of his DarkFox unlimited for Sams arrival on Wednesday. His body did the now automatic process of pulling the leavers and buttons of the processing terminal and transport program.
It had been an ordinary day. That was what he remembered most about it. Adam had known he was gay since he was 10 or so and it was on a day just like this one. He had started by going to the park, as usual for a 10 year old boy with no other pressing summertime commitment. His farther had died the winter before last and his mother had since then let him do pretty much as he pleased. So he went to the park and met his first love. It was not planned, it happened in a instant.
His name was Pedro. A Mexican immigrant with forbidden eyes and just enough of a sense of adventure to play cops and robbers in the old abandoned warehouse next to the park. Adam remembered clearly that first game with Pedro. It had been marvelous.
“Hi I am Pedro. ” He had said with a heavy accent “I like your shorts.”
Adan didn’t think there had been anything to remarkable about them but thanked him anyway. “Thanks, I am Adam. Adam Adropolis”
“Want to play in the old warehouse? It’s really cool.”
Adam nodded. Seemed like an adventure.
The warehouse was completely unremarkable, you got in via a big gap in the old fence. It was single story with a big wood floor that squeaked when you walked on it. Boxes of old newspapers sat strewn around like bones that a fox had been at. After briefly exploring, Pedro and Adam played cops and robbers till the sun went down. At the end of the sunlight, Adam realized how late it was and how much fun Pedro had been. It was then that Pedro kissed him, once on the lips as they were saying goodbye.
“Heh. It was fun being cop to your robber, especially when you stole the million dollars worth of newspapers. ” Adam explained. He stood near the gap in the fence looking towards home.
Pedro looked at him and said “Is great fun here, my folks used to let me play in places like the all the time back home, before we moved.”
Adam adjusted his shorts and moved through the gap, Pedro behind him.
“It’s not worth going home without a present” Pedro said “Let me give you one”
Then Adam was kissed on the lips, and that was it. Love.
On the way home, after a few more kisses with Pedro, Adam had wondered what he would tell his mother. Playing with Girls was allowed but what about kissing boys and Enjoying it?
He never had to tell her. He took one look in her eyes and she knew. She asked how the park had been. He said good and left it at that. Pedro and Adam played cops, robbers and kisses for all of summer. Till school came back and then he never saw Pedro again. A sad day, but Pedro had taught Adam what he was and how to live with it. Normally. It was a great gift he used though all his relationships with boys from then on. His mother was always proud that he just dealt with being gay like it was natural as apples. Though it had not made high school easy, it wasn’t really as hard thanks to Pedro.