No Edge

walter alter

one day there won't be an edge kids

just a hole in the ground for the suicidal

do a bacteria count of your spring water

while tossing down a few useless conventions

why do anachronisms live so long die so hard

and cause no embarrassment he mused

musing had become his compulsion since

the holy ghost serpent handling incident

their medicine man pronounced him dead 7 times

his own ancestors sent crows to peck out his eyes

the fortune cookie antidote worked off and on

then hell ascended under his smoking feet

their vanguard toes now on fire

one thing is bog certain in the lust for truth

contemplation will not buy you serenity

but yes your unbriefed life can be lived

without a prison cell oath of allegiance

if the universe demonstrates intention we’re it

the battle between sequence and simultaneity

may be good for another 10 cubed generations

in this hypnotist hunch monger demolition derby

where a legendary and enormous ignorance

complicates matters for no apparent reason

well maybe for the following reason

all explanations have been oversimplified

in a panorama of benign efficiency

arise you yuppies and management level trainees

you have all the tools of cognition

you will ever need right in your head

every act begins with an estimate

let's put Humpty back together again

feel relevant that's all there is to it

since a monopoly on endless pleasure

is yet to be fully achieved and moreover

the Great War in Heaven is officially boring

and furthermore the iris is a sphincter

just thought you'd like to know

sorry a lung obstruction makes my voice whistle

one fucking homophone after another

making the undead radar in on me

my wings have been clipped so many times

they fall off at the sound of grinding teeth

thanks to the dogs of innuendo and pantomime

we anthropomorphize absolutely everything

no beanstalks on the horizon he noted

just a marsupial orphan with an Aladdin's lamp

charmed into the gesticulating arms of Venus

by the secret patty cake handshake

then a magic thing happened

there is no magic

only unknowing

 

From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon

  • Author: walter alter (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2023 15:59
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  • David Wakeling

    This is odd.It reminds me of a song by Bob Dylan.You think it makes sense but really its just stream of consciousness.Still very interesting.Well done

    • walter alter

      Stream of consciousness makes sense if you get your feet wet, lol.



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