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a notarized copy of this testament
is on file with my attorney
in case of my untimely unearthing
by the invisible background
driving another stake through my lactating heart
but back to our comatose semiotic narrative
The Eel king rips off Bobby's latex facade
at last I have you captive Bandwidth
Bobby prepared to submit to his doom
the tendrils of the hideous Orchids on the Porch
feel their way into his crotch
humid vistas from the Matto Grosso
panned before his eyes
ars pharmacopia little muffin went Eel
now for your loving torment
Bobby was dragged to the Cistern of Woe
by a busload of nuns from St. Vagina
and tied into one of Escher's inhibition pretzels 
above a pit of human eyeballs
Bobby had a plan murky at first
but with a blurred urgency that unveiled
his guardian cosmetician's skin graft 
from the last epic rescue
it had finally healed abused and maligned
tho still on oxygen or was it toxigen 
no one knew much less the narrator
too harried by fate for detail work
but I digress to a distressing degree
Bobby stared into the cesspool of his mind
illumined now by a wan spark of hope
he would gambit judiciously 
the ancient and terrible pherome defense
as the squish of rain forest footsteps
and little gasps of manual stimulation came closer
it was Lemona the Eel King's daughter
a beauty that all the aniline dyes in the jungle
could not extinguish in waterfall's fog
he was instantly detrousered by
her steam engine of debauchery
within seconds her tongue
was down his throat to the car park
he heard the bell in her navel
and grazed like a sheep
the Eel King became visibly alarmed
contain your infantile carnality 
insistent pride of my loins
to be continued


From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/

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