All Is Signal
you think I'm simple minded because I'm nice
when all I said was never fear knowledge
after assassinating my inner constable
to no on stage ill effect whatsoever
jury selection being finally recognized
as a ghost in the compulsory banquet gravy
tilting the scales of Hollywood justice
into a rumbling Holy Week effigy
whose juggernaut pilot petitioned the tribunal
shall we join cojoin and enjoin forces then
but the twerking stenographer's pet spider
had found a loose thread in her napkin
and unraveled all the sequestered plots
now showing at the Euphorium's Saturday matinee
a carpet of Maat's Feathers underfoot
making the guests' footfalls less bloody
as the rope barrier welcomes them to a premiere
of The Swivel Eye Boogieman from Turf Town
who ripped my jaw off and beat me with it
numerous times across the face of a full moon
me struggling against brainless bewitchment
defended only by the inadmissible fact
that Swivel Eye knew he was a fool
who manured where he slept and never wiped
all the while screeching in high definition
if you only knew me you'd love me
and other wispy amputee petulances
in my defense I attempted to mock the inevitable
a tack as inevitable as famine and a resultant
sausage plate at Aesop's Roadhouse
on Route 666 between perpetually dessicated
Languid Nervada and Blind Shoemaker Aridzona
where the air was still free to breathe
and discovery still ran in the taps
their oracle coughing and wheezing at midnight
reading between the phlem congested lines
all is signal he spasmed build an antenna
or get one shoved down your throat
a circus passing through town
tossed me a leaky canoe
and I rowed to safety up that creek
without a paddle
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2022
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