Twilight loved a tree in his garden so much that he would kiss and embrace it. When he was alone he was drunk with a diamond like awareness. He was the artist who left cryptic messages spray painted on the walls of abandoned buildings and on highway abutments.
"No words shall be saved in the house of men. "
"What the devil would this devil be."
"Faith tore out my heart."
"The evening crows begin to break us."
"Know the rivers that run with no water."
For forty days and forty nights he wandered the street of dreams. Miracles were everywhere. Windows were opened and every bird in the sky was on fire.
He cried out, "Weave me like a wave of music in the sun and gold."
Twilight Jesus watched as several tons of a clear jellylike substance washed a shore along a three mile stretch of lonely beach in Oklahoma where he was walking at the time.
"I saw it start to pile up there. I got a broomstick and dug out a crib made of baby bones. It made me shiver under my skin and doubt my faith. I felt ruined by my thoughts. I dreamt a body of my own, tree branches for bones and a heart like the idea of god."
“Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.”
— Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost. Penguin Books, 2005
Twilight is waiting for his pizza to be delivered listening to the songs he listened to as a teenager. The mozzarella is steaming in the box as the pizza delivery man pulls into the motel parking lot. The universe is behind a big blue curtain where time can change anything. Twilight's blessed with a fairy tale ending.
"I know I'm magic because I hold the world like a sick bird and talk to the moon. I find myself standing in a field holding the moon at the end of a string. I say, 'Moon, teach me a lesson.' A terrible wind comes through and lifts me into the sky. I think about all the doom and gloom. But then there's a knock at the door and I can smell the pizza. "
Image: Black Dog Motel, Salton Sea, CA ., John Maclean