diver down
Chet sat outside in a bubble of quiet
he owned for that moment
A bench painted with patchy clouds
outside Harry’s Magical Descent
witnessed the same horror bounce show
that Chet did but was
void of communication flavor channels
enabling a comforting hug so
the bench accepted Chet’s ass while flattening it more
holding a golden ticket to Harry’s
was once representative of great decadent rewards
for the flesh smile that owned a candy-coated ticket
glee was missing from this nut-kick matinee while
awful began gliding its syrupy self
throughout Chet’s gulliver making the notion of
even contemplation of redemption of
the shaking slip of paper ludicrous in scope
calloused hands trembled as
a disturbing montage of peacocking events
short-circuited across a poorly lit screen in
Chet’s unkempt mental movie theater
Chet reversed engineered surveillance recorders in his juicy brain hole
allowing access to the dirt dive skydive training videos that
showed all jumpers preparing for their
airplane drops that crisp morning in Perris
Genetically altered humans were infiltrating society,
this topic went missing from national newsfeeds for valid reasons
Chet sensed there was some fractured ego cock fighting going on
with two uniformed dwarfs who were employed at the mock suicide
parachute entertainment facility but didn’t want to deflate
his cheer spirits on the first tandem skydive with
an accompanying video photojournalist
Risks were organically sewn into life’s rampage blanket so
Chet figured the odds were favorable
all three of them would not disintegrate on impact
Chet liked those odds
Four years of tedious investigations uncovered a feud between
two spicy dwarves that worked at the Perris jump location
Charley Tuna (the other one) ran a donkey basketball network
for elementary schools across eleven states excluding Louisiana
Spence Harlow was the deceased skydiver who Roman candled
into six feet of unforgiving earth due to sabotage theatrics by
Charley Tuna who needed Spence in a panned PBS production
for the donkey basketball championships but received
blatant refusal by Harlow who was being
heavily recruited by a burgeoning Arkansas donkey ball crew
Chet kept that golden ticket to hang on
the patchouli-scented memory wall in his garage
He could never bring himself to cash it in for his free pint of ale that day
but he is eternally grateful for all the clouds he is still able to inhale
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Berthed from mischievous leprechauns near technicolor shadow lands surrounding Honah Lee, Theodore Wallbanger rides mysterious sparkle railcars bursting with crunchy cotton candy clouds dispatched from slippery erotic massage vixens who rage pillow laugh hourly within a splintered transportation module that screams along butterscotch wonder tracks forming vibrations for audiences across Sugar Hill Mountain.
Image generated on Magic Studio
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