THIRTY-TWO: FOURTH DREAM OF STAR TOWN

When you go from surgery war way back to Star Town, to Star Town, to Star Town, when you leave behind surgery war with your walking and the road dips down and it climbs a hill and then you see Bill and give him a wave and then you see Star Town curling wide on the tall horizon.

It is a flat place, it is a massive rising place, our Star Town of parking lots and rising condo towers, and in the center of Star Town is a massive speaker out of the mouth of the biggest picture in the world of Scrunchyface.

“Hi, Scrunchyface,” said new surgery Cyclops, as if a picture was a person with a speaker in its tonsils that you could talk to like that guy Hansels.

“Hello, Cyclops,” said the speaker in the giant picture, and it is the voice of Scrunchyface, but eighty or ninety times louder than normal.

“How are your shoes?” that big voice asked, and Cyclops was walking, so his shoes were too busy, and he didn’t know how to ask them, so he didn’t ask them.

“They’ve done a lot of walking, but I’m still in them,” Cyclops said, and then he immediately decided that this was the wrong thing to say to a voice so large and booming and all about tower town, so he set off walking quickly to the big hotel where his house and living room used to be, but before he could go inside, he heard the voice say,

“By the way, My name is no longer Scrunchyface the Develorapter. I am now Scrunchyface the Megalorapter.”

And not a moment too soon, Cyclops escaped from the boom. He swept into the massive lobby gloom the of the hotel named after his old mate of room

He had been here before, in the shining streaks of gold leaf and the rugs and the elevator destination procedure that you must carry, so he knew the whole routine of taking one elevator up to the fourth floor to find the elevator to take him to the fortieth, the party floor with the cage for Dingy Bahsome.

And on the way he knew to switch to his swimming trousers part way up for the elevator would fill with water and become the swimming pool as it hit floor thirty-nine so that it was completely wet and wonderful by the time it was at forty.

And the party was long over, and the streamers vomited from garbage pails and the big banners were full of wrinkles, and so much glassware was browken and empty, and the ice cubes, whole or crushed, had all melted and left long rivers to the bathroom drains and to the bandstand.

Cyclops marched thru the chaos like the way to war, and soon he found the cage for Dingy Bahsome, but the cage was empty. It was empty as a plempty, it was empty as the air. The teeth marks told him such a story, the teeth marks on the silver bars told him all he had to know. The teeth marks told him, the teeth marks told him that Dingy Bahsome had chewed her way out, she had chewed her way to freedom thru the bars of the cage.

And so was gone the mirror in which he hoped to reflect himself, to see his new surgery self, to see where the war had put three eyes more.

And if DingyBahsome was gone from the cage, was gone from Star Town in this age, that maybe he would have to be the one to once again replace her, to recapture his now lost womanhood, and save the town from too much malaguy, from too much malohmy, from too many mals and guys and maladies and nice tries and me oh mys..