Theater of Utter Charm Part 12
but this is certainly not intended
to be an instrument of terror
except maybe for the habitual
who are out for my blood
and from whom I am occasionally rescued
speaking of which
it looks like time for my fairy godmother's visit
yes imaginary is a really big topic
not exactly formed by a demand for accuracy
more like a suitcase full of mirages
than full of mockups and prototypes
from the indeterminable and interminable
house guest you call Self
all the little mess ups
that the Desire Genie lays before your feet
you don't think your children detect
they detect
everybody wants to have the big tingle
only because it appears that others have it
until erased from history rears its head
crazy as she goes helmsman
blue sky up above hole in my pocket below
always worried there won't be any left
got to pray to the ultimate whatever
and its ever present jaw dropping amazement
utterly everything is contained
if only because we think it
that much can be said with certainty
the desire to escape containment
is the other human condition
grab your demon self and ride the puppy
where to is anyone's guess
trend plotting is a very young science
emerging from the superstition of hope
while building the world of tomorrow
meanwhile I refuse to waste a good mind
the future comes upon us like it or not
tick tock running out of highway
where's the steering wheel
drive or spectate and get rolled over
how can you react to any unknown
but to render it known
Fortuna had him by the foreskin
you're coming with me she moaned
a game of fill in the blanks I retorted
the results are normally bloodshed she detorted
the whole village went into a box car
that was an unexpected surprise unforeseen
gone from memory until this mention
but who am I to judge
the many compensations against amnesia
too many latched compartments
moments of solace are so important
in these mumbling times
where the future is tangled with the past
to a crippling degree while also
standing bright on the horizon
enough to make anyone crazy
a broken beyond repair crazy
in case the message has slipped past you
all this is to be avoided
counsel from the lactating angels
there is no trick to being genuine
it is our ground state
there is however a trick to spotting
a genuine fake and they are to be avoided too
with both feet headed in a single direction
just whistling the secret word
just upping the scopolamine dosage
in search of the perfect hidey hole
(to be continued)
From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2018
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