Saturday, May 14, 2011

TAP DANCER'S TAPESTRY

In his own shoes - talking about my blues - paying dues.
He is a translucent muse.
He's in your womb and I'm crying at my father's tomb.
Got total amnesia - from Doc. Kroger's anesthesia.

My lady - thinking about you - before morning's light.
Night goes to day and Day goes to night.
Well past a moonlit's white summer's midnight.

Driving for The Department Of Salvation.
Believing in moral obligation - legislation was passed -
Concerning the contemplation of creation - in our world of annihilation.

Mental masturbation is Oral gratification.
Physical stimulation is dependent on sexes' copulation.
Some have no modulation while others have diarrhea's constipation.

I dream alone in my poem.
At night there's nothing to do.
Be in your barracks at twenty to two.

Expelled from life's school's because I took a crap in your shoes.
Drunk on air and high on gas.
I'm always failing to pass.

Please laugh hard until you start to cry.
Who doesn't die in a hypocrisy's lie?
Life makes the crap fly high in a sky.

Puking yellow pumpkins of banana stews.
Wet treats of a rainbow's hue.
Painted cars and buildings blue.

Got slurry vision and can't hear.
Am I full of fear?
It's not always clear.

Today's salesmen in worn leather shoes -
Selling the nursery school's views.
Always breaking in "The Planet News!"


By Anonymous Bosch and Jonathan Billet

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