Black Helicopters Overhead

i hope you don't mind if I wander in through your front door and reset your clocks to headlight savings life requires humor he said to the lens grinders as he rode his all terrain moon beam to heaven where they were eradicating stupidity with fairy tales same **** greater magnification was basically it slipped on their own icy hearts applying one clever artifice after another but after all one wants to hasten the modern world along clippity clop impediments to traffic flow were to be shot what happened next is not in the dictionary which is fine don't get me wrong beats the nuts off hunger but the world is not nice anymore isolated pockets of rebellion perhaps out in the bleak lizard sands hanging from a tree but the rest stuffed with foam peanuts that could turn you to ballroom dancing your narrator being the test case for daisy picking the numbers the samples the statistics I love you just the same she whispered after the operation the entire ABC unit was called in from the chalk mines and the XYZ crew was called in from the slate quarry but no amount of preparation could have warned them of the melancholic yet piquant sagging of standards his mind had turned upon itself out of shame and envy he had an entire city in his head that wasn’t in Architectural Digest honkings sirens gunfire breaking glass spasms and outbursts and phobias and anxieties and compulgings and obsessities and hallucinotions and mysterias and distortoons and damplifications and twitchings and itchings and may I add bowel flux we haven't even begun to look at his libido which had shrunk from a blacksmith's forge of intensity to the vague expectation of an afternoon nap better than living the prelude to a beheading you decide if hiding in the bushes permanently like a grinning jack in the box with a message is the same as dancing through the forest dressed in leaves and emeralds pantomime after all is deception random at first then shapes intervene there is no random he said over and over in proof they say the devil spoke Hebrew and Popeye smoked his spinach a contemporary exercise in signal location From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/