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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 2

act three

in the third act delirious 
the laws of physics etc.
he coughs his lungs out 
in wheezing jets
internal combustion is internal combustion
his bed of wheels begins to roll
first one wheel then the others
cough cough cough
his wheels roll the length of 
NEURO WARD 4's corridor
to the NEURO elevator 
and its NEURO music
by now familiar to you 
as that song in the head
cough cough cough
3 2 1 doors open out 
upon the concrete parking lot
out to Lucille the Oldsmobile 
they recognize one another
why no one knows 
this is an orphan's tale
composed with the licensed use 
of Orphan Guild secrets
raised on the back seat 
suckled by giant oranges
weaned on foot long hot dogs 
at the nation's roadside
Musella my injection!

act four

in the 4th phantom of the opera 
the tank hits empty
his lungs flat and black 
as a piece of big rig recap
in desperation piles bricks on seat
heaves bricks back onto concrete
salutes au revoir to the mirror's horizon
and rolls onward 
propelled by what is equal
what is opposite 
according to St. Newton
the law of the motor 
what goes in must come out
seriously Lucille rolls 
upon the concrete gridway
steering herself autonomously
everything left to chance
we now know any nightmare 
propelled by what is equal and opposite
will roll through the divider 
and off the bed-road
Musella vacuums up the glass 
and sorts out the tubing
our fugitive lays low by his radio 
signal up full
awaiting the footsteps 
and stethoscope of Tex Amphora
the archaeologist cowboy surgeon
took my case in a bar stool wager 
betting on flesh made perfect
the fool the angel

5 minute intermission

they taught me how to act 
onstage I mean in stages
strangers said I'd grow out of it
friends said I'm gonna die from it
there comes a time in a youth's youth
when he discovers 
that the machinery on the interstate
can play the sound of skidding wheels 
on a Steinway
so

a much needed musical interlude then
acto sexto



From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr

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