Theater of Utter Charm Part 4

Part 4 this is a big high nine to all my homies and homers and homoerotics out there where the pedal hits the mental as we head off upon a merry adventure to the 20th century's aftermath party with a bag of crushed Antarctic ice hi kids it's time for another ride to the 7-11 or is it the 9/11 or 911 in Little Wally's brakeless Hudson Hornet cue in creep show music and a long scream another serialized epic to keep you on the cliff of your seat groaning through an evening of constipation logic being a process of elimination the master of ceremonies fondles the mike his voice a vast canyon echo machine let's meet our next contestant as soon as he puts an option on poetry futures please welcome our startlingly disoriented guest the most honorable and temporary Little Wally Wonder Juvenile Laureate suma cum loudly demeritus and now gracing our present situation he spoke to the assembled celebrants packed into O'Hooligan's Bait & Tackle back room for half a century before they grasped his take on the Abracadabra Phalanx concluding it was not the only game in town and also that the Czar and his family got what they deserved we want to believe in our marrow that the smartest wins every time the chronic daily outcomes however appear to happily slappily require more than marginal improvement more than the granting of a wish then usually one you never made to boot malefactum you miracle workers some mess you've left us with hypnotist bastards manipulating their populations according to maps we've never seen willful arrogant hypochondriac lapdogs to their own ignorance a butcher's knack for watering the meat using elephants and ropes and pulleys the backdrop weighs a ton sewn with rubies and bottle caps glittering like a nickel tent show temple dancers from the East Side undulating in the freakish frequencies fabulous harems filled with amputees living roles cut from the script by bearded sages and the insane a desperado's desert motel vacation follows red neon buzzes and crackles in the warm coyote howl night outside the nicely appointed padded cell it's like the first time every time with you she gasped like sundown cicadas the less satisfaction you have the less you are able to tolerate it in others she continued en route to Devil knows where I don't know how many ways that can be taken I replied whimsically (to be continued) From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.site11.com/