Theater of Utter Charm Part 1
Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon filled with candy and bullets
that lingers menacingly overhead
announcing the death of the Occult
the secrets of which simply ran out of steam
on the mountain grade between birth and death
and the desert grade between pleasure and pain
and the jungle grade between ambiguity and certainty
which in the many literary maps of text anatomy
provides a welcome if absent minded comic relief
from an otherwise frightening temporal incision
into the viscera of multinational greed and intrigue
where pantheons of parental demiurges
meet panoplies of dilettante introspection
bearing petitions and supplications
to the many stylistic altars of conformity
whose serene habitual butt whippings
did not exorcise the sewer grate demon
of factory manufactured assumption
did not free the peasant village
from the grip of the flimsiest of pretexts
for trusting time to not run out on you
on a sentimental journey
down the everlasting highway
of angles and curves
an ambulance ride backstage
to the pilings of your very own psyche
hoping your ideas are more than superstition
trying to guess what's next
by making faces in the mirror
wanting to be believable
the following ****** continues
for about 84 pages
requiring intention attention retention
for the upward bound it is always
a complicated state of compromised ideal
thrown into a metaphysical escape valise
filled with other people's dreams and wishes
laying siege and plague to the inconceivable
with an ordinary knife and fork
wielded like oatmeal speckled children
into stabbings and amputations
rarely mentioned on the front page or back page
while riding the muse of frivolous ambition
and esoteric code directives
through subway tubes on the rail to fantasy
as we zoom in to our mental Island Paradise
well yes easier said than done
the Paradise part
the meeting of Earth and Heaven
where free minds protect free minds
from a list of symptoms and contraindications
as long as the sunset sky
requiring various serpentine evasions
and mutterings and incantations
such as saying shut up to himself endlessly
much like Hermaphrodite's uterine contractions
much like the palpitations of panic
landing him in more than one barred facility
indignantly accused of poaching souls
to feed his scavenging family
(to be continued)
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2017
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