Chapter Twenty

White Silence Noise

 

 

Andrew Scott

 

Sterile are the halls
in stark white
antiseptic silence.
Where have the loons all gone?
Did they fly the coop?
Head for Canada?
Or has the medication taken effect?
I would search them out
but for this endless embrace
of canvas and steel.
It’s a good thing I love myself.

More than sound
I miss color.
Oh, for the colors...
and those who paint.
Their pallets of chaos
mixing vivid hues of insanity
in schizophrenic shades
and self portraits.
Leonardo
Pablo
Vince
Where is thy art?

And Red!
My dear sweet Red.
I miss you most of all.
Your warm glow.
Your sweet heat.
The fire.
The burn.
If I had my sticks
I’d set these walls ablaze
in a mural of paraffin love.
But like me
they’re neatly wrapped
and put away
for your protection.

(Clip... Clop...)
(Clip... Clop...)

What’s that I hear?
What’s that I fear?
The harbinger of shock
with little black box
full of white noise
static paint thinner to dilute the colorful mind.
It is my host
Chameleon Ghost
Stocking her prey
Preying on her stock
And I the lame duck
roosting in the long winter.
Would there was not so much snow
in my head
and on these walls.

Or perhaps the Horned One
comes to dispense his own
brand of capsulated sanity.
Little tabs of blue and green
painting my rage serene
while pen in hand
he scrapes verse across my chart
as if I were an itch to scratch.
Oh how I’d like to get under his skin!
Just one little peek beneath
that fine mohair hide of Hern.
Then we’d know
Who is moose
And who is squirrel.

But my cell remains sealed
Silence slips back for seconds
And I am left to ponder
The”Why?”of it.
Was it not my turn?
Forgotten?
Or have I too lost all my color?
Frightening questions.
And only Time has the answer.
Only Time will tell.
And if I have anything
in this embrace
of canvas and steel
I have Time
Time
and the echo of it's
White silent noise.

 

 

Justin Nuendo

 

HA! Still crazy after all those years!

Here's a new box of crayons for ya

and stop sobbing ya hear! Justin will

get here ASAP! Got me a thing going

with a hen your Red was so kind to

exchange for yours truly.

Hang in there buddy... Justin will

return soon and give ya a colored

ersion of me latest adventure.

Justin N.
Loony with a hen!

 

 

Lady in Red

 

Oh Andrew, look at you now!
I only left you for a minute
At the gym for exercise
And now you're tied up in straitjacket!

Was it Moose the Horned One
As artiste hypnotic charlatan
Turned your world to black and white
Stealing your colour in his apron

'Cause you may not be aware
Doc Moose's been cooking with lunatics
Threw in pot the Justin Clan
A gooey-dish he eats with chop sticks

Now you know the reason why
These walls are stark white, sound-and earless
No ears left for Vinny dear
Leaving Nurse C. and ONE FLEW speechless

Although I see Justin N.
Honoured you with a noisy visit
Why was HE not in the pot
That good for nothing Justin midget!

Now arise and leave your woe
Regain control over your kitchen
While you feed him leaves of green
I'll quietly hand you the strychnine

~Juliet

 

 

Andrew Scott

 

Yo, Justin Man
From Justin Clan
It’s good to see your color’s so
But what I’ve read
Says dear sweet Red
Has sold you an eight-piece to go.

Now…

I’ve done my time
On the fowl line
Didn’t like the way things were pitched
Tar and feathers
I prefer sweaters
Like those Red wears high and cinched

Well, well Justin N… your generosity

is only exceeded by your psychosis.

In good ‘Stute fashion you bring me

this glorious box of 64 colors, yet you

leave me wrapped up like a Christmas

present that Hudini would still be

struggling with come July. You are too

cruel by far. But rest assured my good

fellow, Red shall soon have me loose

of this canvas and steel... and once

freed I shall take your paraffin gift

and make one fine flammable goo

stew... served hot and spicy for all

the clan in enjoy! Ahhhhh... here is

the Lady now... and I see she has

all the right spices! Time to cook!

 

 

Dr.Moose1

 

Telepathic thoughts intrude this catatonic interlude
Awakenings can be so rude, but not this one
"What's up, there dude?"

Your white washed dreams and silent screams
have entered my sub-conscious stream
Re-called by my ancestral name, ”Doc Moose”
or ”Hern” it's all the same

What wouldst thou ask, I thee beseech
that physic's bounds your thoughts would breach
Couldst be that isolations blight
hast bleached the color from your sight?
Forsooth, if thee would put this right
quit starin' at the flippin' light!

SEE! There ya go, Andrew my man
and now, pray tell, have thee a plan
thatst thou didst rouse me from beyond
the pale of which I have grown fond?

Hast vision been re-stored to thee?
Might yet ”Big Box” produce ”Stute III”?

 

 

Andrew Scott

 

King in the kitchen
Cookin’ with lichen
Legumes, fungus and ale
Brewin’ in cauldron of antiquity

Red queen by his side
With formaldehyde  
Chantin’ a rant grown stale
While stirrin’ stew to keep fluidity

“Arise Mystic Moose
Shake Morpheus loose
Harken to the call mooed
Across thy crossroads of ‘Stute memory”

“Find a fool’s land lost
At sanity’s cost
To the isle of Lewd
Where coots eat, drink and play harry”

“Hold thy refute
Keeper of cakes and fruit
Bring to us your crazed curd
That we might cross the veil of therapy”

“Arise up the third
Herd of the absurd
We crave your wooly word
That brings forth past and future insanity”

Vapor arises
Full of surprises
As it holds a horned guise
Reminiscent of a beast most furry

It speaks of ”Big Box”
Which Crayola hocks
Sixty-four color prize
To procure discount price you must hurry!

The vapor does fade.
The quest has been laid.

And the King cries out:”But where?

Where is thy sale of blue lights and

specials that I may no longer live in

shades of gray?  I must know where

the rainbow ends!  Quick my dear

Lady in Red, collect our lucky charms

and let us go in search of the ”Big Box”

I have heard tale of marts, both Wal & K,

that may satisfy our needs.

Yes, we shall begin there…but first,

I believe the stew needs a dash more

of formaldehyde.

If you would do the honors we will soon

be on our quest.”

 

 

Justin Nuendo

 

Can't turn me back on his Royalty here
"The quest has been laid"? or was it the King?
A box for Crayola with 64
Colored crayons fighting in the box ring

Red fights the Blues who's walks purple rain
Brownies at left attack Mrs. Cream
Green eye and Yellow fight over Moose vest
While Orange explodes in juicy extreme

White is with-drawing cuz he's got Black eye
Now Black is fading and looks colorless
Bravo! Encore! Let's give 'em a hand
The heroes of ring that colored this match

Um.. but I was not gonna say that!

Here… grab a chair or stool or throne,

what do I care… no Moose not the electric

one!…That gets ya well done and I like

mine rare!Yoo Pooh… Gin for King,

Shirley for Red and make it a Mary for da

Moose, yeah the bloody one, make that a

double, he's driving.

Wanna know about me chick?

Me dear Lady Red grateful I am
For swapping yer rooster for me hen
Turned out it was in breeding season
For Justin N.'s greedy gold pleasing

No gold-plated rubbish or painted sham
Me eggs were pure like Porky Pigs ham
Me chick and I went to Bermuda
We had a great time in 'Stute-like villa

With Miss Behavin' - Justine Uff
Showing new tricks with Crachet handcuff
And Uncle Triangle escaped out of jail
Disguised as Chip with cousin Dale

Well me chick has left me for a goose
It could 'ave been worse, it could 'ave been Moose
Me eggs are scrambled, as is me brain
So here I am - flat broke, but  still Justin Sayne

A quest for the big box uh? Sure ya don't wanna

stick behind our good 'ol black and white box?

Nope? Adventure ye seek? Dang Kings

think they can rule everything! Ya stick to the

east and I'll take the west, meet ya in the middle,

right from the left lies the quest, so meet me

there and I'm hip, or is that hop or hip hop?

Either way Justin's tip top even without me

golden eggs... cuz I've got...

personalities... personalities...

 

 

Dr.Moose1

 

“Stute III, The Psychotic Episodes” or
Beyond The Big Box”

The less you see the more you think
come on along it's time to shrink
down to a size you realize
there's more to this than meets the eyes

We're getting smaller by the tick
of clock that tocks it's quite a trick
'till ”toon” balloons fill up the sky
and each one asks the question ”Why?”

Because there are a lot of routes
to find your way back to the ”Stute”
Depressed? Might I suggest, commute,
by dragon-fly, who gives a hoot!

But there's a way that I prefer
Nurse C. don't know, so don't tell her
She's got the keys to all the locks
except the one in the ”Big Box”

I found it quite by accident
and wasn't sure just what it meant
but way down deep inside I found
a secret way to get around

Security! Can't touch us now!
Uh Uh! No way! When you know how
to read this invisible ink
the door's behind the one marked ”Pink”

So come on in and set a spell
the residents in here are swell
“What's that” you say, ”A funny smell?"
Oops, gotta go because ummm, well...
they made me promise not to tell.


Security to isle three we have report a man
is acting you might say, strangely, he's

talking to the crayons Approach with caution

I can see him on my video. That's odd, he's

gone! How can that be, now where the heck'd he go?

Editor's Note :
And so begins another fantastic journey into

the delusional realm known as the ”Stute”.
Will Andrew ”King of Crayons,” Red, Justin N.,

and Doc be re-united with all the former

inhabitants of this wonderfully whacky place?

Stay ”Tooned”!

Doc :
Nice going there, Mr. big shot editor!

Why don't you just give the whole plot

away while you're at it! And, who are

you callin' “delusional”? You don't know
“delusion” from ”doody.” Sheesh! Who

let that Bozo in here, and what is that

God - awful smell?

Why, it smells just like limerick stew!

 

 

Lady in Red

 

Andrew! My goodness! I shrank the Clan!
Accidentally, 'twas not my plan
I thought I'd save them from the stew
When dearest Doc left with voo-doo
Somehow the doo flew in the pot
Which now turned into purple snot
And of poor taste I am quite sure
'Cause in it floats Clan miniature

But where's the Doc? A clue he wrote?
Into the Big Box in pink petticoat?
And out of reach of security?
Think he's hiding in-sanity?
Our Doctor Moose does as he promised?
Responsibility diminished!

I brought the nitro-glycerine
Some ears from Vince and 5 dolphins
Your crayons red and nitrous oxide
A nonsensical statement in which we can hide
I even found your paraffin wax
And Justin Nuendo gets the axe  
I'm all packed up and ready to invest
The useless clues left for the Big Box quest

~Juliet

 

 

Dr.Moose1

 

When Andrew's in the kitchen with red
If your nose get's to twitchin' instead
you should just let them be
'cause curiosity
killed the cat in the vat went his head!

Let this rhyme be a lesson to you
Don't barge in the polite thing to do
is knockwurst, I mean first
or you'd better be versed
how to swim in a kettle of stew!

Knock knock, hey are you decent in there?
Looks like you could both use some fresh air
Pour that goo down the sink
Man that stuff really stinks!
'less I'm nuts smells of butts and burnt hair!

Let's go down and check out the East wing
You remember that place don't ya ”King”
You too ”Red” though it's said
that it's all in our heads
maybe that's where the rest are hiding...

Justin N. good to see you again
been so long I don't remember when
We last met but worse yet
I'd be willing to bet
you don't either now do you my friend?

You ask ”Why are you talking that way?”
“It's annoying at best” so you say
Caught it in the workshop
End of March it should stop
Good thing that happened just yesterday!

 

 

Justin Nuendo

 

OMG Doc ya talk like a loon
What ye take? Was it gas from balloon?
Now ya look like blowfish
And  ya talk gibberish
Best ya kick off that habit real soon!

Or must I call the Lady in White?
She will strap ya in jacket of fright
Play with shock therapy
Crachet's Rubber Specialty
And yer soon play new game: Seek-yer-Hide!

Holy Moose, Doc! Tha' got me brain twisted!

Yea... felt good tho'! Thanks!  


Ah thanks m'lady! Ya found me axe! Thought I lost

it when me cousin used it for somethin' shining.

 

 

Dr.Moose1

 

Let's steal away under the stars
that paint the heavens with their light
No more to dwell in shades of Gray
reclaim this day en-prismed sight

As peacocks fan glorious hue
Magenta folds envelope thee
Purple, Cyan, Cerulean Blue
from Black and White once more are freed

'til blushes Pink a Rose at dawn
outside these sterile marbled floors
no Violets shrink as glow meets lawn
glimpsed through the glass lined corridors

An ocean Green that undulates
o'er hills into infinity
Burnt Umber-wood topped Forest Green
beheld in pristene majesty

A-light in purest rays of Gold
though distanced by steel and cement
Ethereal columns catch and hold
the eye in instant's wonderment

And guard this moment jealously
of you and I who often took
the more for it knows scarcity
now granted, have another look

Diminished though capacity
maybe for child's sense of awe
Re-colored your reality's
cold winds may not seem quite as raw.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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