walter alter : Writing

Engine of Didactic Beauty

Engine of Didactic Beauty

A Poem by walter alter


College is a lot of fun dad today we hanged the psychemetrics professor and that's how break dancing began in yesterday's semaphore seminar we ..
The Dog is Talking!

The Dog is Talking!

A Poem by walter alter


The numbers were in and it didn't look pretty you people surrender your minds so easily they dumb you down and you know it they dumb you down a..
Tin Can With a Wire Handle

Tin Can With a Wire Handle

A Poem by walter alter


From all identical to nothing identical many exceptions to no exceptions eventually deduced from the above all deductions being eventual th..
Cosmetic Brain Surgery

Cosmetic Brain Surgery

A Poem by walter alter


His last gasp was quite lengthy trying to go out with a bang as usual a rationalist manifesto covering his face accompanied by a cotton field..
Newborn Boy Tossed Out Car Window

Newborn Boy Tossed Out Car Window

A Poem by walter alter


We knew capitalism had turned ugly after the first lemonade stand drive by children denounced their parents when their eyes were opened to ..
The Headless Man

The Headless Man

A Poem by walter alter


mom was a radically insolvent courtesan of the underpass camps exploited by a grim and grimy past reckless as the day is long hosting a touri..
Grandma Rides her Broom

Grandma Rides her Broom

A Poem by walter alter


Granny hit you with it you fly across the room she was a 5th generation blue note hep cat a finger popping bebop sister with double elbows ..
Diagram Semiotics

Diagram Semiotics

A Poem by walter alter


The serene people whose ease of manner once made him yearn and confabulate are laughable cartoonish and piteous now could have been much worse ..
Black Helicopters Overhead

Black Helicopters Overhead

A Poem by walter alter


I hope you don't mind if I wander in through your front door and reset your clocks to headlight savings life requires humor he said to the le..
Etruscan Smile

Etruscan Smile

A Poem by walter alter


my soul is the shape of a bloodstain in Nadine Maraschino feng shui garden my right eye sits in the ruby voodoo goblet that she keeps balanced ..

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