Theater of Utter Charm Part 2
of terminally opinionated snake charmers
for art's sake of course
well what else could define our course of action
when the end of unknowing
is only a mouse click away
when we'd still rather quack like a sinking duck
and bark like a toothless dog
whose manic instinct for chasing jack rabbits
ears flopping above the tall grass
ran the needles off the meters again
and anyhow who can you trust
we're all agents of a foreign power
and their armies of economic interventionists
big trade in embalming fluid these days
the currency and futures pickpockets
burrow into their cozy rat warrens
wintering over under the ice
while above a calamitous spectacle
a ceaseless clandestine War in Heaven
my interrogator shouted into my face
you think we have no brains
can't assemble the puzzle pieces
won't see past the taboo curtain
can't entertain what is not apparent
you couldn't pull a wagon I shouted back
wincing at the implications of my predicament
he puzzled on this for many moments
continuing that exercise to this very day
unable to win the battle
between content and context
unable to even mildly transcend
his enslavement to ideology
while remaining punctual
as a Nebraska church bell
unable to determine if my ideas
were nothing more than blind myth
I was issued a fresh suit of bandages
then wheeled to the loading zone
located at the imaginary end
of a particularly long day
no one was waiting
and why should there be anyone
to gaze upon his beastly loveliness
bent from a fall off a windy rock
Hermaphrodite's operatic play pal
the decomposing Emperor of the Badlands
clamoring for his head on a baking dish
yet he miraculously escapes over and over
knowing that miracle is what gives him life
where from innuendo to ornament
Houdini's ghost guides his footsteps
knowing that the periphery is covered
by their radar scopes and sentry dogs
bobbing and weaving charmingly
behind a fondness for superficiality
to a hopelessly beneficial degree
once again knowing with creeping certainty
that they can't tell when the song ended
or when the curtain on the last era closed
in a labyrinth of assumption
confusing perception with reaction
while coming up with a bad plan
filling in the blanks being more dangerous
than a hurricane of deceit and dishonor
Unsure if thinking differently
made him into a new species
or just another stewed pigeon
the black cowled interrogators
find this line of inquiry quizzical
and confer upon a new choice of instrument
(to be continued)
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2017
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