I'Ve Had Enough

I think I'll signal guru Bob that I've had enough of his implicit stress therapy as he calls it I've contacted the hunchback sperm banks for a safe deposit box until the embrace is ended with the last flood of disobdience guru Bob waves his stumps and I go nuts trying to figure out the message behind the message which was whatever happens keep this out of the tabloids I threw the Studebaker into reverse and flamed the tires in order to stop the madness of hope divided by zero as the horizon failed to recede or vice versa being we were in reverse years from now miners will stumble upon these passages and be unsure if this is the he or the he behind the he somewhat unable to repair the scrap heap damage after having been repeatedly potty trained by wrecking yard executives with cutting torches fat as spring worms free like sniffing hyenas fortunately sugar appears to be universally pleasing have we gotten to the topology segment what's wrong with a philosophy of surface what's your sign delusion A against delusion B a cosmic food chain of ransoming angels I'm just trying to avoid the hell words like cooked and eaten cooking with Rosetta Stone eating with zealots and hangmen in the how wide can you talk contest where the taboo behind the taboo reverses us to black plague status and the subsequent violet plague too where clouds of flies lurk in church doorways their buzzing can be infinitely instructive even if it's the last thing you hear with a flat rock for a pillow curse my clumsy adolescence rosy dawn into evening's umber From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/