08-02-2013, 07:43 AM
Barren in a fertile night
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barren into another futile night
I was out
lookin for a cat
that's got lost
in a
G seven Minor Blue
Cloud vaporising
into the seven Cs
of bourgeois heaven.
Someone had advertised
written it onto,
carved it into the bark of
withering linden trees:
a tisket
a tasket
I lost my
precious casket
wherein
my baby lies.
I'm a father to my
poems, I'm a
husband to my
booze,
I wanna be
free,
like a bluebird
crashed
on Park Avenue
boogie nights
of a bum's delight.
[youtube]ZKewiRLSjog&[/youtube]
I, like Ἰάσων in his quest for the χρυσόμαλλον δέρας, the ოქროს საწმისი.
I, like Jason in his quest for the -as the Greeks put it -
: khrisómallon déras, or the Georgians: ókros satsmisi,
was looking for a cat
like if it was the golden fleece.
But
as much as I failed
You know I am going
to get you
for whatever
nonsensical reasons,
just as if life
was about sense.
So, let me instead tell you
what happened instead:
I went out one night
tried to get something started*
but I failed
I had such good time
but no:
no girl
called me back.
I wasn't surprised.
But recently
they tell me
I am sexy
I see their tits
or what else they're shaking
but I wanna bring home
my point
about the decline
of the Holy
Roman Empire
's decline.
In 1806
Isnt't
I said :
strange
that someone
suffering from
perianal thrombosis
would decide about
the fall of Empires**
fat-bellied lives
existe upon.
Polish resources though
inform me that in
1811 Nabulione
[youtube]snjB763BIMI&[/youtube]
so you reader say ya
and he knows tongues
like you know
Geooooo
rgian ;-
and suddenly i am
bisexual
bcause of course of
Georgian.
Puzzles me.
Gays buy me Drinks
well, French gays.
Anyway...
Foucault in a Dark Room
in Frisco
then they say he died of
lung cancer when it was AIDS
come on,
Le souci de soi.
I protested the mountings
I was into French
not Eritrean cocks,
-----------------
*Macy Gray: why didncha call me again.
**Nabuleone (in Corsican)
[youtube]YWOUs8s6xIw&[/youtube]
barren into another futile night
I was out
lookin for a cat
that's got lost
in a
G seven Minor Blue
Cloud vaporising
into the seven Cs
of bourgeois heaven.
Someone had advertised
written it onto,
carved it into the bark of
withering linden trees:
a tisket
a tasket
I lost my
precious casket
wherein
my baby lies.
I'm a father to my
poems, I'm a
husband to my
booze,
I wanna be
free,
like a bluebird
crashed
on Park Avenue
boogie nights
of a bum's delight.
[youtube]ZKewiRLSjog&[/youtube]
I, like Ἰάσων in his quest for the χρυσόμαλλον δέρας, the ოქროს საწმისი.
I, like Jason in his quest for the -as the Greeks put it -
: khrisómallon déras, or the Georgians: ókros satsmisi,
was looking for a cat
like if it was the golden fleece.
But
as much as I failed
You know I am going
to get you
for whatever
nonsensical reasons,
just as if life
was about sense.
So, let me instead tell you
what happened instead:
I went out one night
tried to get something started*
but I failed
I had such good time
but no:
no girl
called me back.
I wasn't surprised.
But recently
they tell me
I am sexy
I see their tits
or what else they're shaking
but I wanna bring home
my point
about the decline
of the Holy
Roman Empire
's decline.
In 1806
Isnt't
I said :
strange
that someone
suffering from
perianal thrombosis
would decide about
the fall of Empires**
fat-bellied lives
existe upon.
Polish resources though
inform me that in
1811 Nabulione
[youtube]snjB763BIMI&[/youtube]
so you reader say ya
and he knows tongues
like you know
Geooooo
rgian ;-
and suddenly i am
bisexual
bcause of course of
Georgian.
Puzzles me.
Gays buy me Drinks
well, French gays.
Anyway...
Foucault in a Dark Room
in Frisco
then they say he died of
lung cancer when it was AIDS
come on,
Le souci de soi.
I protested the mountings
I was into French
not Eritrean cocks,
-----------------
*Macy Gray: why didncha call me again.
**Nabuleone (in Corsican)
