Theater of Utter Charm - Part 25

part 25 there is enough pretense to deal with when the future delivers disappointment after disappointment and the roles you play become stale and you cling to the trend in the graph line breathing without permission and noticing that what goes in those eyes can remap your expectations minute by minute if your fall back is rank and privilege and its grand assumptions of unboundedness in the hand of cards you were born with standing at the entrance of the scarlet abyss where you can hear the engineers clanking away ragamuffin poets lost heretics and outcasts working the fields stomping out another flying saucer crop circle cliche then it's not chaos obviously life has always been complex we are just now learning how seriously complex while remaining free enough to put 2 and 2 together we are all observant it's the default condition but we somehow don't keep it alive for long yes we kill our observations with a list of weapons as long as a shopping mall aisle all of them a cheap wall paper a coat of paint who or what then is left to rescue us other than a failure so deep a guilt so painful a forfeiture of all interest in presumption because you see the bottom can scrub you bright and free your stuck thought compass because stars explode and planets die how do you negotiate with an inner monster a dutiful cleric burning the unfaithful while lifting the skirts of parishioners we wish to see through the eyes of those we admire in some impossible yet seductive way because of a voice that said you can't have it he raised himself without a sense of belonging and avoided people who had become magnetized sucker punched in the brain by half wits with an invisible case of self amnesia picking up the ground laying fruit none of them able to call it a day while it is still daylight hence the romantic melancholia where design is lurking at the periphery with a bad sense of perfection a sticky wicket no question when you raise yourself from the dead recognition scant admirers few pathway strewn with thistles guarded by turtles on roller skates why are the mighty so cruel is the next question in our archive in general as a whole I'll tell you why they have been forsaken by the greatest of gods Tomorrow it is the animator the mark the bulls eye the cross hairs the naming the horse with outstretched wings the punctum saliens the idea spike in the flat line the discovery the devotion to sweetness (to be continued) From "Theater of Utter Charm" Available on Amazon