 the outsider kart by autotelic its dead its socially silent
from being gagged in the asylum
to gigging in gated communities
and the more refined galleries of nob hill
courtesy of the midwives of raw bourgeois vision and convention
who've chewed through the umbilical linkages to bloody life
with their perfectly networked teeth
to set past abortions
and present injustices adrift
on calming aminotic waves of social mobility
push, push, push push harder
for a safer and more acceptable mainstream delivery
but the kid's blue in the face
stone cold
dead
only no-one's noticed
because it looks so, well, ethnic and lively
and mom's so busy touring
lecturing on the difficult labour of near whole nights sat up in bed drawing
thinking about choosing the right schools for junior
worrying about vetting friends arranging play dates perpetuating the right life patterns
and of course the burden of being an outsider artist on the right side of the tracks with a foot or two already in the door of the academy still, the dead kid is just propped up dead straight starring out of its pram its mummified
its all about fucking mom occasionally she's joined by mutes unrepentant death row inmates with crayons swamp dwellers and vicious dogs they take it in turn at tumbling for the paying public its a dumb association
but at least the dogs keep the feral helots at bay if we ever stray into their world her audiences gather to coo over the dead kid
she cradles it in her arms self-lovingly
and sure i'm being harsh
maybe the poor kid even looks cute but the thing is it just wont ever say anything meaningful about living outside or inside because it isnt real
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