Theater of Utter Charm - Part 29

the footing on the flanks of the Hill of Beans was worse than he had sussed that drizzling pale morning when the Sun was lowest but beans be damned and their counters with them yes I know a smoky mess like most of what we see and witness in the dawn of the Era of Swans nah I'm ting you it's the Era of Dalliance so dally as if the World were lost as if we were too smart for our britches but then who can say where the seeds have fallen the really smart ones appear to be well camouflaged this fact has skewed many calculations yours his hers theirs grammatical while despising convention you want to live with contradictions here's a ing straight jacket it's your hounds against their hounds a dangerously expanding sense of limit the future cannot be divorced from reality let's play Caligula she ululated my head took off like a rocket one smooth move after another she was a Moon Dog suckling sitting in the Frigidaire on a hot day I'm a big load trucker she enticed and I'm a madman he sighed imploringly ever since the great cognitive implosion his own brain booby trapped by feral insults kept him from falling in love with suffering and its many insane justifications always unwanted always a perturbation in case you were wondering about those spasms of the iris in a way describing is predicting you know this in your secret parts we are such tethered creatures struggling against boundaries not of our own making all I got to say to all you psychic embalmers and Quasimodo professors is to hit the ing target the one with the big ing bullseye painted on it in radar hues you can see it unaided from satellites that one fearing that a revelation could land him in bedlam he withdrew from competition leaving behind a few vapid clues ARISTOCRACY FINANCE NAZI I've escaped down too many sewers not to know this lividly memory suffers from content degradation characterized by extreme malleability he progressed clumsily wanting for a ratchet with pretty teeth trying not to embarrass his loved ones in an infinity of variables tossed in with the onions and the spuds and the turnips in a modern world where job 1 was to be comfortable on camera even as they cut off your head metaphysically compositionally speaking and job 2 was be content with your lot (to be continued) From "Theater of Utter Charm" Available on Amazon