Mar 27, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (Intoxication)

They sat atop A60, overlooking Midtown,
Lower Manhattan
And the street that made the world move.
Maxwell’s martini had lost its fervor and he sought another.

Benjamin presided over his strawberry mojito, trying to escape a distant past.

“What do you miss most?” Maxwell inquired.

Benjamin was still. His noir Tom Ford ensemble infused with his grief.

“Her mouth.”

The comment piqued Maxwell’s interest.

“How so?”

Benjamin gazed up at his friend. His eyes reflective, like the work of Angelo Barovier.

“She tastes like Spanish brandy.”

Maxwell took a moment, before nodding in comprehension.

Implode. Part XXII – DK

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    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK