01-29-2014, 05:33 AM
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Vibratory verve of the alto sax
expelled coercively from asthmatic lungs,
frenetically floating buoyed on the singing
of las lenguas de chicas bonitas,
humping that Brazilian Basso Nova bass line,
bounding off garden walls as ivies climb,
up the pulsing beat to the stars,
then falling out towards
diagonally parked cars
where Congress and Mary Street do it in the road.
Buttering the boulevard with softening tar
as things heat up on this spicy evening
on this side of the astrally aligned TexMex point
lazes the totally hip Jazzspresso Java Joint.
—better have some bread to butter it,
if looking for a place to sit—
Here Hip-Cats and Babe-nicks are laying out daddy’s presidential green
under the ivy covered patio screen desperately hoping to see & be scene:
slamming foo-foo-fighter coffee drinks full on cat-fiend, high octane, Java bean.
Sitting next to the slow-mo, cultural show, mentally cruising on the autoless Boulevard.
Hip-Cats are trying terribly to make themselves granite hard,
but all they receive for their efforts is topical torridness’.
While…
Babe-nicks, wet, slick and lean,
looking to score some orbs from the local denizens:
These notice nectar sucking nymphs are actors at play
and they expect their coin be well spent,
if their going to make the descent
they need someone to watch, and watch some more.
The locals will do, if you can catch them while their bored,
a ready made imaginary audience in this make-believe fantasy ward.
But…… C-A-R-E-F-U-L…..Young Girls,
they just might follow where you lead,
after all if you old enough to …
a sign should read:
WARNING:
Hot, Hidden, Dark, thoughts rising
like bubbles of magma deep
within the earths womb,
coming to the surface in these
testostroneladdenyoungmen,
attending the Auspicious Academy
of Rose-colored Rarefied Air
at the Educational Edifice of the
Mega-Monolithic Mosaic
Universality University!
No need to worry though, these men are well trained,
to sit, stay, and obey, as well be well healed!
They send their dark musings back down
diving deep under ground,
deep down under downtown,
far, far, down…
into the realm of the
“h ó t-h ó t -- hottay latte”
where they will above all else:
do-no…harm.
—Erthona
Vibratory verve of the alto sax
expelled coercively from asthmatic lungs,
frenetically floating buoyed on the singing
of las lenguas de chicas bonitas,
humping that Brazilian Basso Nova bass line,
bounding off garden walls as ivies climb,
up the pulsing beat to the stars,
then falling out towards
diagonally parked cars
where Congress and Mary Street do it in the road.
Buttering the boulevard with softening tar
as things heat up on this spicy evening
on this side of the astrally aligned TexMex point
lazes the totally hip Jazzspresso Java Joint.
—better have some bread to butter it,
if looking for a place to sit—
Here Hip-Cats and Babe-nicks are laying out daddy’s presidential green
under the ivy covered patio screen desperately hoping to see & be scene:
slamming foo-foo-fighter coffee drinks full on cat-fiend, high octane, Java bean.
Sitting next to the slow-mo, cultural show, mentally cruising on the autoless Boulevard.
Hip-Cats are trying terribly to make themselves granite hard,
but all they receive for their efforts is topical torridness’.
While…
Babe-nicks, wet, slick and lean,
looking to score some orbs from the local denizens:
These notice nectar sucking nymphs are actors at play
and they expect their coin be well spent,
if their going to make the descent
they need someone to watch, and watch some more.
The locals will do, if you can catch them while their bored,
a ready made imaginary audience in this make-believe fantasy ward.
But…… C-A-R-E-F-U-L…..Young Girls,
they just might follow where you lead,
after all if you old enough to …
a sign should read:
WARNING:
Hot, Hidden, Dark, thoughts rising
like bubbles of magma deep
within the earths womb,
coming to the surface in these
testostroneladdenyoungmen,
attending the Auspicious Academy
of Rose-colored Rarefied Air
at the Educational Edifice of the
Mega-Monolithic Mosaic
Universality University!
No need to worry though, these men are well trained,
to sit, stay, and obey, as well be well healed!
They send their dark musings back down
diving deep under ground,
deep down under downtown,
far, far, down…
into the realm of the
“h ó t-h ó t -- hottay latte”
where they will above all else:
do-no…harm.
—Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.