Diagram SemioticsA 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 he said as his last breath left his scarred throat feral hand closing his own eyes St. Pudenda greeted him at the tall gates under the lights at Checkpoint Charlie Mariachi trumpets rolled out the mauve carpet and a dog barked from behind the garbage bins from all infinity we end up with this a realm of syntax governed by ambiguity she read from a large ledger atop a marble pedestal why a ledger rather than a laptop is anyone's guess apparently the vanguard party had been evicted by Frankie Boxcars and the Hollywood mafia many clouded eons ago in the great schism over the digitization of paradise no jury of his peers he noted with unease nothing of telling import she imparted casually eyes darting up and down the pages as if something previously detected had been airbrushed from history arrested for self amplification she went on and sorcery and coughing in quiet places getting enough sleep she asked with a beaming smile I don't know I was asleep he intoned I suppose we can reveal the joke she mused but I WAS dreaming he countered backed into a tight corner by snarling lap dogs tossed into a kidnap taxi with a sack over my head marched with a gun in my back through a forest of clichés fed lines from a hideous new sitcom about sex among the homeless a weekly broadcast on the Piñata Vision Network but what choice did I have knowing what I know poor dear thing she continued there is a better version of everything a law of nature completely natural and yes it is densely beautiful and smoldering with awe like a corpse in the bathtub try to avoid the truly grotesque in favor of the marginally grotesque we love having you in our science department with the state secrets and midget porn videos masquerading as the way things actually are where the misty cows moo in contentment and the Vaseline runs hot behind sanctuary doors horrors altering the course of suns between the here and the there every bit of it needless she giggled From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon © 2023 walter alterReviews
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StatsAuthorwalter alterCAAboutWorked as a painter, sculptor, poet & experimental electronic musician in San Francisco during the 1980's. Featured at numerous gallery, performance spaces, dance clubsvand art events more..Writing
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