Theater of Utter Charm Part 9

Part 9 there is a wraith with an hourglass dancing quietly in my shadow he's gone when I look but I can hear him do a shuffle step on the ice his inside out umbrella more than a fashion statement about the coming winds and arctic wolves how he gets away with it in my schoolyard I'll never know acting without permission has its ups and downs but why do I have to translate everything into a binary threat or no threat when increments can be an atom apart and a day late and a dollar short in an era when everything counts all the time on a daily basis constantly and unremittingly basically our species has spent its time coping with the not intended as if intention were a big friendly giant who got his way at every whim so many pathologies hidden from view in a many mitigated kind of world unmitigated is certainly worse I rebuke and it leads us to the only ultimate when the hourglass empties and the chorus laments and weeps as the lights dim and no one can find the exit stumbling and crashing through the scenery the director started making hand signs that I thought were gang signs his script pecked to pieces by the noisy crows roosting in the flies making the stage slippery then borrowing mine from a life I never lived but desperately wanted to live every sunrise every noon every twilight for every corpse in the morgue or coffin or ditch all I got to say is it's a new and unhappy genre the borrowed personal point of view added to the list of heresies that's what they call it when you finally run out of ideas not a cause for joy and hopeful song can this be turned against me is the question my impoverished legal team asks before they raise the esoteric curtains to the Greatest Show on Earth whose working title is Adventures Up **** Creek but for practical reasons will be televised as The End of the World Part 2 apparently it's going to be a slow death at the hands of the codpiece Commissioner and the pinch nose Inquisitor and neighborhood Ubermench and Sublime Zealot and Masticating Mendicant real boot camp drill sergeants every one when it comes to considering the obvious but there's always the pesky subjective go ahead ask a paranoid what is obvious just compounding the stupor with indelicacies like truth and beauty having spent most of my life as a decoy for the black dog black ops operatives it's a battle of overt vs. innuendo (to be continued) From "Theater of Utter Charm" http://tinyurl.com/yd5wbtgt Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.site11.com/