Paradisian Ejects

Kay and Pat raced the day to hit every event, she in a
woodgrained Dodge suburban, curbcocking, spinwheeling tween
portico columns, hipknocking the butler, wolf-whistling 
martini, magnetizing crowd's eyes; he skimming speedbumps 
in a skyblue ragtop Buick, four-wheel drifting, drawer-shitting 
chauffers chamoising limos, jitterbugging putting green lawns, 
swivelhipping the ballbelles, glistening, spotlighting, 
eclipsing Kay's starshine.

Kay darkholed Pat's entry, grittoothed the crowd's aver her,
cut-dead to Edie, said, watch this.

Kay uncinched her breastbow, downwiggled drapery, exhibited
naked hourglass splendor, sutured ceasarian maroon-sashwise.

The crowd gasped at her marred perfection, the purpled
striped albaster abdomen, brutal evidence of infanticide,
inflicted by Protestant pediatric surgeon Pat, insistent to
disembowel she of his own flesh mirror, narcissicize his
lineage, a son spitting image, delivered surgically,
modernly, bypassing Kay's Catholic medieval gashish sanguinal
fecal paganish popish deplacement downstream gushing 
babywater throwout.

Stillborn, the dead jesus fetus paralyzed Adam's exquisite
$million hands into dysfunctional hooks, unable to properly
close Eve's gape. Botched once, botched again for removal of
surgical leavings which Godsown insisted on performing to
assuage his initial failure to progenate himself, to assure
the resurrection of his omnipotence, only to succumb to the
inrush of timeless memory, the terrible loss of son of god, 
his reflective image, his mundane immortality, became again 
impotent, to irreparably damage Eve's eternal mothernence, 
scarred her heavenence, her soletime creation, her reason to
die in birth, her service to God, Father Infanticide, forever
wasted.

Confronted with this apostasy, Pat undid his bolo, his belt,
his fly and shimmied irredescent flares to heel, revealing
prosthetic leather and chrome, both legs sinewy contraptions.

The crowd moaned at the remembrance of water-ski queen Kay
being pulled by Pat in great circles for her to ramp
skyward, somersaulting, twisting, backflipping, then the two
exchanging roles for him to learn the sport. The horror of
him tumbling, plunging deep, unseen by her, then rising
dolphinly, laughing triumphantly in her path to be delegged
by dual Mercs 100-horses racing.

Edie bansheed, you two, you're nothing, look at this.

She ripped away her ruffle-neck queen liz to bare extra
virginal absence of mammaries, dual craters, seeping
putridities where milk must flow, stenching of sulphurous
acidities, weeping poison for starving babies.

Butler bessemer blasted, the three of you are crybabies,
ponder this godforsaken malformity.

Depenguined he showed seared ripples from armpit to ankle,
parboiled, fried, barbequed, sauteed, degenitaled, Nathan's
Famoused, he said, vat dipped at Boarshead's, undied
preserved sodium nitrated dyed No 3 red.

The crowd aghasted. Then one, two, all the paridisian ejects
commenced to bare their degarbed, nest-foulest afflictions,
one upping over-medicatings, awry liposuctions, abortion
mishaps, sterilization and implant and enhancement and
deblemishment failures, murderous encounters with terrorists
and 18-wheel dozers and jittery muggers, revolting,
repulsing, disgusting, ridiculing each other's sorrowful and
vainmost tortures, misfortunes, befallments, punishments,
sufferings, stigmatas, free passes safehome to god's palace
via angelic, narcissicist god-'s-worst -emulative
inescapable imposed welcomed embraced flaunted cruelty.

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Date: Sun, 06 Jul 1997 20:57:27 -0400
To: wire@monkey-boy.com
From: John Young <jya@pipeline.com>