The Anonymous Ventriloquists of Fucktard Utopia

polka dots invade the waiting room

where the image of the Honeybee

is dissolving on the Carpenter's tongue,

a tense scene of endless senselessness

until the fish switch over like a television set

reminding the Doctor there is business

to be done on the other side of the stethoscope,

some oscillating ominous noumenon of blue blue 

pulses ululating in unfinished denouement,

when the face 

ignites like a cadillac of catholic atheism,

the disbelief 

that anything could be happening other than the 

color

green and red, some strange being that is not a fish at all,

swimming through the light 

oblivious to all philosophy 

not being written by the Sunlight 

or the fluorescence of the waiting room,

where the woman that looks like a cross between Mother Theresa

and Katherine Hepburn is studying the emptiness

that is actually empty,

the clock ticking like a ventriloquists' heart

when the Mime 

is not listening 

Reviews

[Robin]

you are quite the philosopher , an observer in abstract eloquence .

I am a synesthete , my senses are uniquely connected , my blue has sound taste and texture , I hear the music in everything, and that time thing ... ticking ... it is in that pause , yeah that's when you hear it ... awareness - perspective - the mind - the puzzle infinite

[Neville]

More academic I suspect than I guess many might imagine, although that might just be a major misconception of mine and if that is the case, I am truely sorry but not in an apologetic way but because I can see, smell, feel, taste and hear greens, browns, greys blue and have often wondered why a carrot is more orange than an orange.

You made me think of Rumblefish which was good. You also reminded me that the 120 year old wall clock I bought at auction was destroyed when dropped whilst being packed late last night and for me, all ticking is momentarily suspended.

I enjoyed this work, thank you, N

[Neville]

I meant I enjoyed your work Hawkmoon, N