TABLE OF CONTENTS
ARCTIC UNCLES (ON ROLLERBLADES) ADVANCE
FIRST CHANCE 10
SECOND GAME 24
LAST CHANCE (Including Souvenir Documents) 41
MYSTICAL Dedication 61
Character Equivalents 64
Cameo appearance by a talk show hostess 65
The PORTRAITS as GIRL CHAMPIONS 70
Combat across NEVER NEVER LAND 77
The Nurse-liturgical chorus escape 89
ARCTIC UNCLES (ON ROLLERBLADES) ADVANCE
FEATURES THESE UNGLUED
(AND FUNKY) CHARACTERS:.
Teen boy rollerblade groups (The only sane ones of the bunch)
Lassie Twin Nieces
TiK, a military cuteness gamin/e
Transportation, arctic circles,
loony island w/
Probe droids SUCK!
Unc. helped Yann with the igloo setup,
Soothing: "Don't worry: the sounds are way distant."
As ice thins --
the background shakes --
obfuscating Leap of Wrath.
Live die and what not.
Lie down and crawl off.
Available (echo) AVAILABLY:
AGENT madness, bit of Latin revenge (yes-'um asked for)
New World Comp #.
Mighty Virgin Alert.
MUNCHED ON THE LAGOON . . .
(blued) elkboys autosuck
Why the hat?
TiK glides, from snowcap, down to their mobile
(with a (cold) pizza)
GORE OX Chris Scissor
8 8 6 8
In playability and shift.
Enthused, Uncle orders
un psycho-style salon
for to reverse the brains of two lassies
'til they're sugar-crazed, hot
and see what's on their minds:
neck-tethered, caressed to pieces.
The ULTIMATE Gamin/Gamine rag
TOYFIGURE Comeback -- Free!
Pull me out uncle H.
Bad Uncle, bad
growls: bring the kids round.
Meanwhile: An occurrence like urine
A -- ummm . . . urinous occurrence
centerfold with secret fats
super putty/ super tip . . .
Win: Mr. Bad get rearranged!
Excuse me Miss . . .
Uncle! (TiK) Multiply:
the lotus carpet's hideous.
Down its hatch, goes:
thighbangling duel over newdom's crown emerald.
With the Demos ride naughty,
certain lasso bad.
Curious Uncle Roy, banned in Utah
what a close shave!
Star Products test/ results in uncle Stinky
Stinky ... here!
Home-picking and original
begs, upholds many
(they specialize in privates)
European-type: notches All itsy
the Asian blue extrusion
Off Limits, Gums Apart
first class scramble.
Hey Marvin: the brain drug's proved elusive!
Laments: MY icon bean -- Neurospunk --
(Half-man but all caution):
hamburgering over it
(a nanosplit dawning)
(sonic female champ)
IV VR TM
. . . Mmmmmm, ask the Virtutects.
Overhead arrival: Hey!
priestly, glazed as all that.
Bunny one in each size goes.
Uncle: Try spending it all in one place!
CLASSIFIED: Petting under/ same old rodent
Imp above/ option tail
Bulky with/ tonic
Big dominions have just what
comes out of a plug up.
MYSTERY . . . PEEL here.
In Uncle's preview wigwam reigns ENvironmental wattage.
Heather mcfur in auto venture
Saga logs on all 64 bits pounding, recites
A SORRY TALE:
of mega-bulbed nymphs await
pre-wounded so feckless
bruised-in-tattoo, a trifle,
100% offer. Luck of the draw:
. . . A glimpse of darling entrails, prune sacrifice chides
and when they look for her -- poof!
Forget Stephan. Forget
all the not-there guys forgot.
YO: dumbbells that explode!
(The National ocean).
SO, Urethraejacked boy-bomb:
Any further questions?
In double-come electrodes, Unc.
was choo-choo-spliced out. Yep.
Later Able-mapped suburb, with colorless bilge ancient . . .
QUICK the jar:
messages: Wait for Me specter
while Matrix is Navigate
(the ethanol champs)
A Flash: Smutwalls and pincushions TEAM UP
in a wake, of remedy-scattershot:
Pyramid wolf hide-away.
Ask a harem:
"In next to nothing"
rolled use - whatever --
pointing, 17, tidy-but-hard,
. . . . .
Dizzy 17 prong, solo-attached,
whose needed/ an account of TiK:
Odd, browner, naturally,
glum. Jubilant: where
a bellboy in sight, or belief
at a nature precinct eat quickly!
A serious talk, but with no leg to stand on
bender dummies up/ crush dummies
come along and go to pieces.
In a rush careen bounty scam
upsets the creature model.
A HOMUNCULUS VIEWPOINT
(realistic fluid) moves
(in this case, small)
inch by inch!
Yes! Enter UNCLE today!
KEY wigs/ quest/ flab/ crank dream = power.
Wimpy bit (12)
Something to gobble on.
Screeched feline control wets
the whole blowing system:
and secret echo fodder and
The LaComa Knight in Bizyland configurates.
Money - up. No timer.
Heave-Ho and a thimble of fog
(in a past option) penultimate kindling.
And, exclusive, 10-gal chances.
The dragon-flare romp.
Hey: Wannabes: Can they Lie, Steal, Bash,
shoot from a cannon for a living, or what?
Slices and creams Betty alongside Jill
soaking their venom (own) marinara UP.
Good girls are fried girls, icing on -- Right, uncle?
In a row,
a rippling muscle valley
both side to back.
Turbine fat mush (says) to a little pinch
in the climax undercut
lacy without being:
Prison jerk backslat
tremor color freed arm
bang (in close) supple rotor
lips illumined claw kiss
disappointment saber lap
Choose cuddle now.
Loaded with new enemies,
cool dialogue, jeeps,
a slew of pocket-sized Yanns
shall battle the permafrost.
The aim: archeology
All Previous Survivors have Lost it.
Reminder: To all -- Lassie Twins:
Good Nieces are petted;
you can be your own assailant
just up the volume to swap lives
with a real princess.
IONA, now they call her,
thirsty from electron wads
Frank Uncle currency,
goes bareback, spurred horseless
poultry whip; the Booby Prize:
Now Possibly = Corrodes.
YANN: Catch the
TWINS! They're dangling:
Sick picture; delay.
The barbecue link
distant members uniformed
intervals, regular, pausing
to separate the holes (2 by 2).
sisters, legitimately oiled
Continent, in a net, size-wired, lusty:
with vitamin gloss/
getting in the act:
seen: Stiff, religious, foul
Out splaying, empty:
What next, Detective?
Ditto heads Slag
Thrashing for buttons
and iotas, they chomp. This ain't Yann's first
60 Fields per Second.
Recordbending heat is unportable now,
also known as shockless; mini.
an adviral digit
the cell's oscillation:
TiK and Yann hook up, hit it off, /and
She's nicked him
he's strapped her
she boffs him
he leaks/ he drenches her
OTHER: flatten/ hang/ spread/ zing/ glove/ sizzle.
Bushwhack Sign Up Here
LETS UNCLE Input, capture, display
mix and produce
that's what friends are for.
A worry-free professional, finger tips -- easy in
TiK, attacker turned iffy
invites/ one hope to outwit
El Commandeer ('Dong').
Helpful explosive surprises clue TiK
(gritty back view)
On loose in the COCONET
One little guy shaves off time
for the brawny.
They IN AURORA/ LAND
(Where Sighted = Destroy)
upon a Weirdo Mechanic AREA
for pantyline reconnaissance
(with chats progress easy):
. . . Flexing lifelike but cuter, Miss LIBERTY toasts
now to lucid cycle slits abound
pedal feel-ya camping
for come and gnaw on /public
genitorture fest times 3
organic hardware, juiced
tames, bound is only the start.
Along with Yann, snap up Uncle:
UNCLE, Welcome to Stealthland
bigger than Swiss and totally Verboten.
When Hushcraft touch down
on Groom Path
the limits drizzle
(legend, plus mini footage)
magpie romance complete.
A Silent invitation/ Jockey withers style
Catacombs use vices
(By the dozen).
Nice bridal set up/ coyly unlatched
okaying death nozzles in irresolute pits.
Dustbowl Wakendudes (sentries)
for the mothercam vigil
A Story Illusion.
The ridges are prickly;
unwelcome civilians get exchanged
in those bushes.
Moonlight huskless Reminder:
the fittest are gun-shy;
But UFO hobbyists/ would vacation in
a classified facility, too bad.
And tough luck Uncle
basketball sized yolks evidenced.
. . .Three lost Vikings, them lost souls:
walk right off cliffs into traps,
A fake gamble ensues,
sweet reason circuit
including horror and blood leash.
Wigman, an undead
(gothic role-playing theme)
made off from the party with the amulet and radishes
and automap case; hit the road
to Missing Thought Plantation.
Meanwhile Connectivity flaunts, isthmus-wide.
Triads and other spiritual pollutants flock
to indecisive shine. Meanwhile nibble:
TiK's pearl delta skin system
or Trancelab convert
ready to love
the MUD cataclysm.
AN ASSORTMENT OF MYSTICS
full of grumpiness hovers, pins, reels back home
roosting in custody, by night,
poised on an arrow/ but with a tendency to slip.
But its Lonely at the Top
After gorilla inhalation
what's left of Monkey Island?
The High Dollars breakthrough primrose,
carbon freezing boredom.
Either connect the dots
or push Uncle off. He boomerangs.
As Uncle Tubby angers
in a handicapped second
do the guck pelvis.
At Shiver Headquarters:
The action by ice breath
against tiny youthful i.d. duo.
Advance to R&R Depot
(Star Ranch joint vacation)
More fun than nipping off TiK's fingers.
P. S.: AT THE FAIR:
Human Beehive admission loots
Tragedy Cylinder Attraction:
World's Largest Crackerjack (w/ rest settee on top).
Wanted: a can opener.
(The double-nothing sisters)
Mulch dropsy combat
get dangerous from ease.
(And now, the infection)
Uncle won't rest before he rules
Toss your partner into a fence
do-se-do your partner
with the brutal stroke
twice before landing.
A hug/smash combo</p>
fakes out of nothing
icky reptile device.
jumps, lands senseless
The flowers squirting contest.
X-tra Innings: The Twins' Last Metamorphosis
Three doggie tornadoes
crop up record firing
along -- too bad for them -- soporific hillsides.
Leap from the skateboard
Elsewhere Poodle Gorgeous
bobs in unknown platforms
LAST CHANCE [Includes (souvenir) Documents]
SOMEHOW Uncle unearthed
The Blush Swill's Codex:
chalky, flightless, but live
(w/ pupa display
of wearying awareness
in strips of bewilderment)
then top it off with fangs! Several and exact,
a petrification treatise
on throb, salivate, cascade.
Falling Stones deaden stairways;
the feather impressions
grind to a halt in sea plastic.
An ilex crust, limpid
forages by snail patch, in quantities
Scum Dating (The Swill Codex Made Simple)
Err Period: glaucous and carbonate
lower, oval-dotted, glides
its calamitous battalion,
puerile cut. Rounded off.
And, immutably, steaming-but-equal.
. . . . .
Waddling remains were after volcanic.
In coiled jaws/ bright fern.
AT THE PEBBLE-APPARENT WRECK (in Future)
Through lung eyes, glistening still
diorama mossing depths
faintly opens equal, turned to a clam age.
yummy marathon sleuth
for animal outskirts hunt.
A SEAWEED ARMATURE/ BACKDROP ILLUSION:
Earth, out of sight,
(in "swamp treasure").
PETRIFIED DESERT SPLINTER (Biotoxic Mission)
TiK on detailed target
in a universer crank
good pop rate, but spoiled by weather.
THE INTRUDER COMPANION
lop and cut
lop and cut
they sure do.
DATA LIBRARY (Fungal Agenda)
(Because Yann's capabilities shape every TiK's sortie.)
Need to know.
If Yann's meat finder's up/ TiK don't leave flank exposed.
If multi-aspect/ TiK, don't leave, period.
Sub or over-sonic misses/ stump the aura.
Yann hang low/ then TiK clutter
timing Gage/ agog.
If he's close to bingo/
ORDER: (TiK's) Dream(land)
In a high-rez battle suit
plunge, roll, bank, soar, lose never.
one proto-star flexi-kid transforms
for infodeck patriarch's insanity. ('Dong'.)
Bobs and weaves.
dig in now.
Assignment: Grab the controls/ spread Democracy
Accurate and loaded, the Toucan Craw brig
is tactile/ a maverick
It pays to sweat bullets:
Fly higher/ fly longer -- obsolescent pilot.
TiK's radarless sidewind pairs.
(For cheat-enabled basis.)
A double-flawless whack
should do the job.
If not: reptile endurance.
If not: womanly harpoon.
Therefore, TiK glows, later on
(in the chair)
The General ('Dong''s) Notebook
A hook 'em up factory
gnaws victims with suspense.
Detailed operating costs
(derision of the navels)
blood's merely an hors d'oeuvre
All hooked submissivies to parachute direct
to this boudoir of malevolence, ready.
A slush fund of veterans
ether-ripened for the privilege . . .
Dig in, boys.
TiK's Entry 3 (Illustrated)
Oh, loony-dump islet
the intestine bon-bon factory
cuts excess with poison
and in deformation thrills.
A gore ideologue
'Dong' works out a system
for interchangeable pickling
'til the corpses beyond recognition
can serve equally.
Final Stages ('Dong''s Tally Sheet)
The victim gets messy
s/he's cannibalized by invisible romanceers
and, in slug rewire
paralyzed except for the tongue
to carry taint
in very lowest microbes
the necorphilous aftermath.
May 8th, TiK Continuing/p>
Reached swamp peninsula.
the fungus night breeds
low faces sucked to absence
bathed in vermin-retch pools
nitrous can-can floor-show.
Guzzled the tea.
Now sealed from inside
its bullets palpitate
Remove from oven.
Come Kiss Uncle 'Dong'
Body mold hatching
out he pops
slimmed a tad,
webbed handshake grapples
good as new.
Vibrate tourists well.
They splice them in clusters.
Uncle 'Dong' tapes himself
back into comfy egg.
Then speechless and determined
to rig havoc, rolls.
Shove 'Em or Shave 'Em (The Loony Island Crew)
Lush, but afflicted
by a rescue-hungry germ
Uncle Redundant trades
his parts among himself
the remnants for cheap
fated ruby deal.
Over by the slot machines
Uncle Ghoul loafs
beaming his "core"
into the pinballs of others. Recruits.
A flair for weaknesses
the joy-pain gadget
Reckon lucked alarm
gave up their coordinates
fuel: mined and ashen
pouts, tinkles catastrophic.
Hey who did that:
let TiK get real toasty.
("Pardon the Scram")
bathed by insect phosphor scums
in a puff of marrow cloud
in a skull-mash dollop
but quietly, tranquil,
and with body parts removed:
spout new virals
never to colonize.
After, Select Hero</p>
(a touch-tone alternative)
Who drives the boys senseless with his or her
hammer plus nails.
Placid, though saucy
which the group bubbles panic from.
A MYSTICAL DEDICATON. OR,
Life of VACANT KID. And his WHOLE Race.
Now more transparent, in a hothouse
on dishes grows:
abandoned the rebound, coughed up and held captive
for its seed
Not to eat! (Ripens in drying; explodes.)
(Sung.) "the interior light"
(Whispering.) -- Take advantage now, harder!
(Sung.) . . . "not outside; blessed with phosphorescence . . ."
Crushed the peach, in a strange osmosis.
(Sucks. Sucks longer.)
(Misses the pit. Continues. Gives thanks:)
Thanks, and condolences.
(Sound of slap. Pause.) -- Again! (Sound of slap, limping.)
Just a little love, twice a day. (Sneaks up behind.)
the whole bag of tricks --
Childless still. Pounded
on the rim.
* * *
Daydream much, Lockhead?
Then you're a lucky man. And a bachelor?
Synopsis of KILDARE
(Motley sketch of everything that has never been believed):
Sheila is a talk show hostess whose luster can't make up for her crummy sense of timing. Nonetheless worshipped, full of karma, ambitions, and cash, she sallies forth in quest of past lives during the course of minor surgery (a mere routine procedure), while under the influence of a local (anesthetic).
From an Arcadian operating scenario Sheila's consciousness spins back through a series of past lives (mostly her own) in the guise (not in chronological order) of a petty thief, Benedictine (captured by pirates), "All Gums" Evelyn, Tinkerbell (down home), Homecoming Queen, a contortionist, Herself - but zapped to Mars, and other girl champion archetypes.
After a brief interview, soul search, reminiscences, and Time Trip (a stroll down involuntary memory lane), Sheila stumbles at length upon the real New Age (future and post-nuclear) where, incarnated as Carmen, she takes a central part (that of Good) in a struggle against the crazy Doctor Kildare, right in the midst of his gamble for universal (what remains of it) leadership. Due to shape-shifting, an equivocating slave, and other set-backs, the duel ends in a draw (though Sheila maintains an upper hand). Kildare is dissolved (or is he?).
Finally, in any case, in a triumphal cross of bliss with unemployment, in the spirit(s) of beating and joining both, Sheila merges with the (putrid, stinking) half-life of the still moldering Kildare, giving rise (before it's too late) to a prodigious chorus of somewhat interchangeable (36 - 24 - 36) nurses who, along with their ever-faithful servant-breeder Klink, make off to the pastoral eternity of laughing gas.
Character Equivalents (Dramatis Personae)
|a.k.a. (a petty thief)||Franky/ Johnny||Vacant Kid|
|Benedictine (pirates' captive)||Warden||KLINK|
|"All Gums" Evelyn||His "Majesty"||Woodsman|
|Homecoming Queen||Lady Murasaki|
|Herself, dumped on Mars|
|Nurse Sorceresses (1 & 2)|
Assorted Other Characters (Mostly Sheila's relatives or rescuers
or Sheila herself, in some harder-to-pin-down incarnation.)
THE CAMEO APPEARANCE BY A TALK SHOW HOSTESS (AND HER PAST LIVES)
Sheila: Johnny and me, we go . . .
A Mouth. - Mud -
Resulting when teddy bear claws
Frank sighs --
. . . to dream of entry in two spots at once, in a many-tried
sucking (or licks) as Attractive
Franky -- Frank
Franky -- Frank
and both sides wet, now testing one-
Sheila's Feelings Beyond
First, a tickling thru needles
(over 40, monstrous)
ramped around the throat and then down, down
where fingers punch through for breath
in eddying recesses
His: inhumanly quick from desperation
Hers: inhumanly quick every time
And, suddenly, she couldn't breathe (old beams the afternoon;
a ceiling caves) Granted: bad water; granted: the fuse;
she locates the blockage, punches a hole through -- He: from the
side now/rejamming fingers -- She: might collapse, instead rips
OR: sensation left her legs, she quick
seized with teeth
and, as he dies, gives in to her own pain
cleanses herself, leaves the girl in
Oh, but she'd observed J's tongue then (nothing stops that)
And asked how such a sight
becoming a prow
cut the ropes/ not their daughter.
How her grip weakens
How her grip weakens Dad's legs . . .
Cut the cord!
Beth, impulsively hid in the well
while the virus instructs
these mad couplings
(bottomless with trolleys)
(psst -- the beastly disease that claims . . .)
on fours beside the diagram
feet first in hunger.
On both sides, in the spiritual way,
as said, the breasts were props.
Sheila: (in the violator's head
meaning reptilian, slinky.)
You fail! (aside) before being given much chance.
J.: (gets in line with the other hooded forms).
Waits for DOOMSDAY.
Doesn't think twice. Done thinking.
Sheila: And now that we're happy, totally, whadda we do now?
Johnny: Take a vacation?
(II: Pretty desert)
The trysting tree trysts. The trysting tree cleaves, and all the rest oozes. Sequence of toasts and splashings. A shadow falls.
(II a.: 'The Dawn'.)
Land of Our Forebears, but do-able.
Several of Sheila's past lives Enter and Exit. She salutes.
Sheila as ancient cult figure; stuck. Johnny pulls her out,
physically, as from quicksand.
Sheila in onepiece. Sheila in garters. Sheila in chains. The legs open. Morsels.
Sheila: (plaintive). Scratch me! No, lower (more plaintively). Ah!
(Trecks across time.)
(Memories from opera plots.)
(A flurry of postcards.)
Meanwhile, in their dreams, and when they're meditating, the tragedies tune
a Marketplace for Sacrifices
(Gags one sister while mincing up the other.)
SEE EVE DROOL BLOOD!
Guess which the droopy servant offers next on her tray --
What were the leftovers before?
(as backdrop) Sheila: Where's the welcome crew?
Johnny: Oh, shut up.
(Quibbles and Old Abuse.)
Later Sheila (reviving) forages for miracles.
Return to Scene I.
the PORTRAITS as GIRL CHAMPIONS
A Long Island mansion, lynx in the hand
found dead, the mind out, wouldn' let her quit
on metal shell training
to switch back home - in slacks
all that litter -- humph.
Wait a sec.
Later . . .
a.k.a.: (Fully restrained.)
Warden: (as nurse; false angelic).
a.k.a.: (dopey). Good, it feels good,
it feels carnival, General.
Next thing -- footwork
a.k.a. -- ouf!
. . . double-crossed with spite and dark, expensive secrets.
Poor, hostage, Benedictine
Captive-cum-empress in pirate fleet dome
('else it's back to the slave trade for females
and Latin kids)
She's forced to sip, gussied
up, pinned down.
Come give her a clue, a penny.
Head lube and oil change --then--
speaking only gibberish
martinis her way home.
(She could break you like a pencil,
sweet touch-me heart-o.)
everyone's only chance.
. . . In the most SENSUAL LIMBO Ride:
(they squirt the glass with mama-whip)
SAP, that is, baby food,
. . .
EVELYN, all GUMS
(don't dare call her 'Miss')
REMOVES the TEETH,
INHALES every drop.
Hot, boiling --
Why watch when you can lick?
DOWN HOME: Real Anterior Riches
OR Beautiful tropical plant in full bloom seeks
Nurseryman (seeder) to watch for measurement:
THE NYMPH-ISLE Antidote
No, menace these days
Bored on the ROCKS seeks
a nipple's reasonings, a staple
the length of all chocolate
times each of its instances, sigh-enlarged
(and later, by extra)
in turgid permanence
Why's Captain afraid
to see Nell's joints quadrupling? she says
it feels okay --
They mask and net in mermaid there
though out too long and tropic scars
the teeth fresh, soft perking.
Next, guava-round, our Homecoming Queen
(w/ her density oscillate)
marched to this system
(figured her nylons kept liturgically down)
in an Emancipation outfit
(landscape stuffed in the bust props)
and with numerous floats, old time
(extra blossoms, the innovation: a sliding)
pace that upsets all;
its pounds scramble at the rear to uphold --
this favorite string
pulls light then.
Circus Girl, then, drowning
in mid-performance (a violation)
shinnied to the dead point awoke
obligatory roulette, one-a-day
(circus girl's toy-zone) notched
by its tumble.
THE LEASH --- Grommet C:
The Leash -- pirouette, somersault,
orders indifference, mattering regular
skins herself but won't strip
woebegone, a bride/
COME TO TAKE HER BACK
So, better join them.
The eye w/o pupil
and darn, on Mars dropped
(in less weight: bad stomach)
WHY Blue Man's vision
should BOTHER Sheila?
(in her transparent yellows) -- All marionettes --
And if she don't feel like it?
gets this situation's gravity
(though parasites its outcome)
desperate lunge in a fog
or a ketchup
and from sundry reports in need of an extra --
SHEILA: Why wouldn't any old girl do?
Post-post nuclear COMBAT across
MONEY vs. Organs (or, KILDARE REVISITED)
Begins on gasps: rapid, allergic:
(Doc "Majesty" asleep, in a pile
With the way his metabolism spins
and the nipples remove to show
drowning nasturtiums, or less . . .
(The nurse abandoned under a shelf, gagged
while her masked sisters combat
the genetic experiments.)
Enter, The Invisible: Now, for Kildare!
Take him to the cryogenic cell.
(. . . and two levels higher:)
Kildare: I think I see why everyone looks alike now!
I can still feel the pain of my (her) lung
being yanked from my (her) chest.
I know why the dwarf's nick-named "Tremble".
No side effects. None.
(Inset: The Doc (who melted down some in ex-nuclear rain): (poised and grins). Here goes! My chance to whip Sexy to pieces.
(Grumbles heard from the opponents.)
Carmen: (breaking in). Quick! A power cell
or Kildare (and the whole she-bang) will die!
(She doesn't realize: his cracked proclivities.)
Later, and miles off, in architectural safety
at Kildare's lab (or den) in the pit:
Kildare: I'm on to save the race.
Carmen: But the cell wasn't found.
Kildare: Then combat!
Carmen: What about the Blob's indomitable slave-squad?
Kildare: Get them.
* * *
Misguided Carmen and her sisters (plus their Blue-Man cousins)
a whole gang of Pusses in Boots, but more practical:
they're scared. In the distances
rebel patrols huddle. And mutants, traps, poison streams, mutants
heat, pinchings, mutants and MORE.
LOST IN THE ONE-TIME FOREST . . .
Damnation! (or Downtown) followed by a flood
and the Troll-device Net
in which Carmen
falls for this contemporary hunk-mutant guy
(Kildare would (and maybe will) stamp out his likes)
while the others -- Soba, Edrin, Blue, Cousins all --
luck out, finding a sewage pipe, tumble down
(gingerly), hope Carmen's all right.
. . . She even calls his mutant dad (a lumpy dwarf) 'Kute'.
What's big boy's name? --Klink.
Height? --Six-six and upwards.
Acid-dimpled, blistered, with a cowlick perm.
The troll hums some waltzes. (Nick-name Savant.)
Carmen: SING ALONG!
She's ready (kids, truck, a ranch) for n'importe;
built to settle down
but maybe too slow?
Doc nabs them on the monitor; can't believe
his crystal -- pawing -- he fumes.
. . . Meanwhile, tuneful, humid, and adangle:
Soba: Grip, Blue! Hold on! And don't look now - but --
(The stones, each a shark, or worse,
Carmen: But there's a world out
there, beyond these putrid conduits.
Klink: Gosh, you're pretty.
Remove the lip plate and
smack -- a freckled export kiss.
Remove the breast plates:
she's one among thousands,
collects defeats, back-slithering.
So feisty and tenacious.
* * *
Initiating, Kildare multiplies.
Kildare: Mission Accomplished.
She'll be kept as a specimen, though.
Soba: Yeah. Fine. Go ahead.
SAME Time, SOME Place.
Savant: Ullm . . . ulummmmmm (prophetizes)
there's more on the way.
But unless he gets human
their fates turn.
Meanwhile, same Critter,
(far off and underground) wakens, stretches
and (thanks to poor planning)
the Slave returns, hobbles,
unzips most of his skin
so he's naked, but identical (Klink).
(Calls to be remodeled):
Doc-maniac! Doc sloppy!
Yes, and in record time.
All better now, except
for the indelible death marks of course.
Slave: (Speaks from the ooze.)
Fix me up Doc,
make me human for once!
I wanna be one of them.
Kildare: I saw you die!
Slave (Klink): Well I'm back now.
Though kept alive for decades
as experimental tissue
nipped, green accessless
(whistles) . . . what you done for me so far.
* * *
Kildare: And what of the old mood swings?
Slave: Just pull the switch!
ELSEWHERE, in a Time Vise:
The overblown molecules,
they pink and veer at Carmen's feet
as she eddies . . . down . . .
Carmen: (psychedelically). PLEase
don't zap me back to the creep reptiles again!
And stop that twirling!
(What a DRAG.)
(It usually slaughters, though,
or flays alive.)
Meanwhile, on another end of the glitch:
Something's not right in toxic city.
The water, it clears
into a viral sabotage. . .
IN Steps ECOMAN, Huge Savings,
with his purifier scheme
(glimpses of coinage).
He mans the canal to this ward
The victims, bleary-eyed, cheer
and claw for outcomes.
"They don't taste like rocks."
(All mutants cheer.)
TRAPS TO ROUT PHONIES
Carmen: (landing in Lady Murasaki's body). Nurse!
Nurse: Yes, Madam.
(Temptation is her sideline.)
Carmen: What's next on the agenda, Nurse?
(Woozy, aside, pictures the friends
she left hanging.) HELP!
(She knocks Nurse out.)
Will Carmen be useful in this guise
of ancient wealth
a living decoy, all fake?
(Bubbles up electronically):
The Invisible: Materialize. Unfold.
(Appears: a decoy Carmen, double-jointed and virtual.
Too late. But the clouds
hang slightly on her image still.
Soba: (voice off). That the skin could melt
into pretty jellies, to spread
Carmen (as Lady M.): Hey! Quit clipping my tresses!
Nurse: Doctor's orders.
Carmen: Oh, yeah?
Out in the TIME Capsule:
Mysterious girl, her face zipped in red leather,
pedals through the carnage and flames, she's driven, sneaks
past lab security and -- click -- starts loading
shopping bags with mutant samples
but not soon enough --
Nurse: Off with the bonnet! (Aiming.)
Lady M.: (-- astounded --). Soba!
(They kiss, at length. Passionate. Lovemaking flashbacks.)
Soba: I was afraid I'd never see you again!
Lady Murasaki: I didn't know you cared. (Aside: Hmmmm.) What
about . . . what's her name . . . Carmen?
Lady M.: Never mind (grabbing the bags). You won't get away with this! Nurses!
But they've gone down with the ship. Lady M. (Carmen) and Soba
as the time-swirl breaks open in mid-air: hungering, lathered.
With the bag of tricks, they're vacuumed under (but blissful).
END of Episode.
The ESCAPE of a nurse-liturgical chorus to
DOC -- CAUGHT (Epilogue)
between savagery and good
(his motto: 'in and out; operate miracles')
his surfaces radiate
hair matches, not for nothing
was he known as -- whatever --
plus all the cute mutants he's restored and adopts:
Vermilion-stamped, now shot
at the hands of his own girls
(young, in love, candy-striped)
who -- viral-- creep
flushing life slowly out.
Nurse Chorus: Masters, come! Breed us again!
(Moaning.) Keep us rustic, golden messes
stalked for fun, given plenty of nothing
fed among dogs and, beauty-
injected, taught to envy poisons.
SO Young, so mistaken, and so Gauze-Tangled . . .
Identical nurse triplets
(dewy from sweetness)
discover and unmuzzle the slave
(gone limp with silence)
and suddenly, they're run-aways
off to find thrills in the woods!
(Slave lumbers after them.)
Nurses: (disguised as unlicensed shepherds --
in filthy air --
sing). From comfort seethes anguish!
Curb surgeons by smacks
(with cleavage interspersed).
To bathe in lavish blisters
Darken our Instruments.
From foolish adoration to adultering fools . . .
Nurses: (still singing). Kiss ambitious invalids,
collect their spare parts
while tending new lambs
and gouging the backsides of wolves.
Slave (as beast) (an ex-libertine) drools lusty; attends,
embossed with mutant gashes, but
ever compact and tuneful
skips alongside, fans them,
declares: What a life!
With his gravy-dunked brain
In an economy of glances employed,
hands out medicines; keeps his image up-to-date.
. . . As they gambol on through the butchery pastures . . .
WOODSMAN, full of thirst
but fresh out of manners
and thorny-veined; he'd devour
the nurses, but's held back
by a sudden ringing in his ears.
carves songs in the trees.
A life of spare parts
happy, happy, and most HAPPY
with flawless complexions
a salary of bruises
though uniformed, quirky, melts:
Uncork and Stomach Us!
(Hands on hips, all pirouette.)
Klink: (as Slave).
Pebbles worse than squirrels' teeth,
I eats them -- but why?
Luscious, brown -- try it.
Quick! I'm late, though maudlin.
(Oh me oh me.)
If I were normaler, I'd linger a while.
NEXT: IDEAL LANDSCAPES (Ecoman's Doing)
OR, Abstracts harm and leave PITTANCES:
Exposed and ornamented their best sides (bottoms)
all feeling the same, touched, very
unattractive and rural; equipped with casts
who studied realignment, child-cult style
(not by play alone):
Nurse Team: Beat us and Join us
with love, pure, but intentions
very tainted, a warning: deliver:
Gullible Trainees: boisterous, ripe,
(a nice meal for bobcats)
set up camp against all odds (aforementioned)
strew flowers, imbibe,
and counterfeit new memberships.
Swept off, in a fatal craze
(under orchards, deeper)
dabbled in blood: who's worse: Mom or child?
Insatiate, herbal and cruel - begin.
The remedy SECRET:
(Nurse 1:) "Sleep a while, next to me."
(Nurse 2:) "If I can keep clean, I'm safe."
Pre-finale: How Anyone ever ended up THERE
Sung, in The more I look, the more I like
but OFF: the fissures, their shapes,
"Then or whenever
come and get it."
Led to a Loose Vastness . . .
Astray - please, please!
(Slave kindles the cigarette to C's nipple. She swoons.)
Still Off: Not ashtray! (Doubts sent to abuse true lovers.)
bound Nurse Beth, then dipped her low
(pure-bottomed with shackles)
(in far and up wet)
(still sung): (deeper - Yes.) When lust is high
all pits are equal.
You-know-who's back, but in a deep freeze:
Sheila: Catch me if you dare!
Johnny slashes her with his blade a second time.
Lust -- tinctured in a jar -- drips
to a slight gravity point
tangential and short-sighted
its attribute: distraction.
A profile clock, in random obedience
-- that glutinous embrace --
-- Ugly, when she thinks --
Out buying up eternities.
The Swamp -- where a frog tweaks
her own, and Klink's complexion gets worse
until he falls dumbly in love with that look
fed on recalcitrance
the landscape named "Poisonous"
preventative, gurgles, horizon
AND SO, a complete anesthetic inscribed.
Was it reciprocal?
In cleansed blandness, maybe.
Slave: (Disassembles, then woofs down some (numerous) shavings.
Knocked out, in formaldehyde.)
Klink, revealed in a GLISTENING SHEATH
not a drop of shame -- resplendent, throned
in a liberty parable
or in electric anguish
Sings: Slip and fall, hobble, PLEAD. (Repeat.)
Now IDLE HOPES in the ABSENTED Woods:
Her dainty bottoms scroll
(a rose) (perfume scatters)
in kissing contested:
Left her head right in his fist
(no brains drip, no blood),
and the body's just plum gone!
Get it right now:
Her head slips off. He's stumped,
amazed holding the neck.
Copyright © 1994 Stacy Doris
Library of Congress Catalog Card No.:
Design by Deborah Thomas.
Cover from the video Teatime by Melissa Smedley.
Versions of some of this work have appeared in hole, Phoebe, Big Allis, Conjunctions, Chain, Raddle Moon, and Torque; grateful acknowledgment to the editors and publishers.
Thanks to Chet Wiener, and Robert Kocik for close readings, and to
Toni Simon, Brighde Mullins, Melanie Neilson, Nick Piombino, and
Ann Lauterbach for their prodigious supportiveness.
Thanks also to the Fund For Poetry for an award which added necessary writing time.
Dedicated, with love, to Myrna Ruskin Doris and Sidney Doris
This book was made possible, in part, by a grant from the New York State Council on the Arts and the National Endowment for the Arts.
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