Desert Songs : Laser Space Trance/ Sunrise on the Second Side of the Ship/ Super Massive Star, Breathes and Expands

Sitting in the desert:
as the great pig descends toward the head-spirit-opening, the Baron whispers slowly- “Unhooked, unsheathed from the terrorface, I have been imagining greater loves than you.”
Mary, she makes an effort, tries to make him believe that everything she ever wanted, she got, and now she needs nothing, by a casual flick of her eyes up, but instead of communicating this, she sees at last The Great Pig hurtling down. down, and she opens her mouth. Wide. Hoping to distract The Great Pig from its destination and invite it into her.
But The Great Pig is oblivious to her. It knows its home by scent, and pure animal attraction. Open mouths cannot distract the Great Pig.
Mary closes her mouth. She knows The Great Pig will never be hers. And the Baron, he cocks his head to the side, licks his lips with his small purple tongue and says, “You've seen The Great Pig?”
Mary nods somberly.
”You see that he will never come into you?”
Mary nods again and frowns, just a small twitch of the eyebrows, but the Baron sees it, says, “You can't steal The Great Pig. The Great Pig cannot be stolen.”
”How do you know I wish to steal The Great Pig?”
”All who see The Great Pig desire The Great Pig. Once they see that they cannot entice The Great Pig, they scheme to steal The Great Pig. This is the reason cannot love you anymore. The Great Pig has taken you. Your lust corrodes your heart.”
Mary changes shape. Her bleached features blacken. Her cheekbones, obsidian spear tips. Moist feathers jut from her pores. And she hums the duotones, a keening dirge, high pitched and resonant. The flies scatter.

Sunrise on the second side of the ship:

Under the heat from our troubled sun, the baron crunches lamb skulls one by one like popcorn from a greasy bag. Sitting in the desert conversing with Mary. Swatting flies from her nose. Lifting her tattered brown skirt. The plastic bits beneath are glistening like soapy airplanes under the summer sun.

”You can't test me,” she says between flies.

”You can't test me,” she repeats through wing clouds. She pulls a hair lock to the left of her eye but it insinuates itself back across red rimmed green cloud eye like a drugged snake.

”I would never test you,” the Baron says. He blinks and The Great Pig rises from his head with ivory tusks tipped with silver and blood. Out the spirit-head-hole into the great expanse of sky. Shoots toward stars.

”What was that?” Mary asks and her finger flicks the languid serpent hair-lock back again.

”It wasn't much of anything. I don't think.” the Baron rests on his haunches. Great hackles prickle razor mohawk-like down his rigid structures. In anticipation, he decides. But what? But what?

Mary sets her head sideways. A question look. Always unable to hide her intents and emotions. A fidget here. A black look there. Like hungry dying dancing birds paranoid and fragile. “This will end in death,” she says.

”I hate when things end in death,” the baron says, spits, and emits a butterfly from his lip.

”They always end with death. Even if they start with death and the middle is death, they always end with death,” Mary whispers. Flutters fingers. Nervous gesture.

The Baron shrugs.

Super massive Star, Breathes and Expands.

all the black nights were never so dark as this night. all the deep wells, all the murky depths were never so impenetrable.

the Great Pig shut his eyes and pushed his mass forward through the dry air. forward. toward. he couldn't see it. but he knew where it was. it was as though a thousand warm filaments connected its opening and his nose. he knew exactly where it was. the deep black night couldn't keep him away.

he slid across the sky and allowed his body shape to flatten and elongate behind the great head. his nostrils flared and he followed the molecular road before him. it was easy. nothing could keep him away.

soon he felt the subtle shift in gravity and a sharp pitch in incline to a near straight dive bomb. he open his maul, roared into the wind and osmosed through head-spirit-opening of the host.

and everything was red. and bright. and right. he looked out the eyes. he saw the girl.