Afterbirth Defector

Remember:
Peaking heads, first lights, unmuffling of machinery, the stench of everything all at at once...
Delivery room options vanish white sterility giving way to red trouser glares something was delivered something anticipating red trousers over diseased black fur other then that copyright-denied descriptions and silver-screen ambiguities. Horror held by its ankles one gloved hand gets cocked and with one theatrical snap... Time turns over operating table spins out of proportion scene shifts gloved hands now holding their mother's ankles dragged belly-down over white sand drugged on cough syrup to ease the pain of coat-hanger burns only to be aggravated by the sun and the sand and the deliberate negligence of a mother's solemn gaze all too intense to forgive the inevitable rejection born into the eyes of her child...his was a different kind of sadness...feelings that could not belong to her since she forfeited her own gaze when she aborted the birthright...set the trap and it sprung but sometimes they survive...
The boy the one with the burns and the someday, just-you-wait-gloves knew right there on that beach that his mother was no longer his, that abandonment could be execution...this was not only his this came with him. He released her ankles and she crawled out into the water somewhere and died.
Somewhere near the Gulf of Thailand mostly vacant caves chewed the coastline undisturbed for millennia, breathing in and out the tide, sometimes shaky places striking tightrope-horizons...
TECTONIC SHIFT
Lonely arctics half-year's Winter closing in, imagine that last fleeting daytime moment... behaviors possessed by thoughts of calendars obsessed with moving galactic discs, gaps in stellar maps... one slips in from the left...
SOLAR ECLIPSE
Walt Disney's nightmares: that last sun that does not make it from one increasingly shaky horizon to the other... slipping off the disc... no more calendars... that last fleeting daytime moment...
His left lung held its breath in a cooler for three days from lonely arctic vacations until stench of chain-smoking cartoon mice sweeps over the Gulf of Thailand. Believe it or not: the most advanced cancer research known to man was/is/will be taking place in Thai laboratories hidden inconspicuously deep under shaky-plate-mouth-caverns. And it has been this way for millennia. American government appreciation for cold-war cartoon-character-assassins not too mention rodent-themed vacation resorts, tip of the lonely-arctic-iceberg-capitalism... strengthened ties to industrializing third-world checkbooks every Thailander a tourist... too many reasons to not go through with it nevermind shaky horizons and slipping discs...
Current research indicates that cancer cells, under specific conditions, can continue to regenerate independent of the original body, of anybody. The bulbous tumor on Walt Disney's left lung breathing life into the neverborners, neverdiers, unabortables... that kid with the white gloves knew it he saw it in his mother's eyes and there in the operating room... white sterilization... red trousers...
daytime delivery options fade
shaky discs off the edge of the horizon
solar eclipse
or was it an aborted sunrise?
days that were never born others crawl out into the water somewhere and die.