Walter Alter Poet Free verse

Penile Implant

being treated for fructose spasms
during one of the last movies on Earth
after the great Enema of 2012
when the heaters were on high
the authorities were called in
but his claims were all backed up
by the logic of chimes and daggers
creatures of comfort unite
you have nothing to lose but
your milk mouth and baby spoon
I went chatty and personal
diving from couch to chair
on a sponge mop broomstick
the room remained a mess 
but the leaps were longer
what but imagination is boundless
so he stamped and splashed singing
through the sewers of ideology
and carnival freaks with wings
made all my dynamos hum again
thanks to the exponential growth rate
of an adequate knowledge base
but then contemplating death
can make you crazy enough
to assassinate your biology instructor
and succumb to the lure of bland abjection
and an archaic tidal wave of pessimism 
and the hedonist's morphological pedigree
a prized quality among the really sage
and their many colored appendages 
we all know more than we let on 
it's a conspiracy of noise and silence
attained through bribery and deceit
where substitutions screech and skid
where sugar cane machetes dance in the rain
and the Moon weeps with a broken heart
made me write on her blackboard 100 times
cognition is not possession
until his soul jumped out his eyeballs
caught trafficking in non-essentials
with its lures and scuffles
but then it is a nasty game
played by hungry cartoon caricatures
tricking children out of their food
where every day and night is Halloween
until the euphoric chameleons
in a herpes garden of delight
of decadence infantilism and sleep
whistle through their nose hairs
beauty is tenuous who is to protect her
awaken her choirs bloom her lilacs 
and rainbow tresses and panting mamaries and
oh dear impale me dead where was I
the suction had his mind in a spin
with each gust of wind his forehead
began its evocative dans mort
don't try this at home kids
just kidding its OK to pantomime
ancient actors before their campfire
as you can well imagine

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L Milton Hankins January 18, 2022 at 12:09 PM Interesting images, but I am perplexed as to the title you chose with no mention of it or explanation for it in your poem, Walter. Where did I fail to understand? Walter Alter January 20, 2022 at 8:37 PM My work attacks the hypocrisies, delusions and pathological compensations humans utilize as protections against reality. A penile implant symbolizes the dysfunction of our social and political institutions. Additionally, I don't feel compelled towards narrative, but, rather, a mosaic of impressions and observations about our tenuous shared psychology, therefore, for me, a title is there only to establish a mood or interpretive framework, not the subject matter of a story line.