Now they line up: Five Point’s art freaks, ultra suede and corduroy coats cut up and stitched into patchwork Picasso cubes lending suave character for Anti’s Calvin Klein – attend, attest, kids! College coffee constitutes your haunted hereafter, the coaxed pathos evolving master satire poet’s laughter! Muah-ha-ha-ha-ha! This maniacal antagonist drifts on cigarette smoke’s curling wisps and lingers on Zeppelin’s heavenly stair as a mild hallucinated poetic Voltaire. Look at em, the prolific corps, Philosophy 101 in hand, advertising interest as introspect as intellect; rejecting Alpha, convening Omega on that wall, there; sculpted oh- oh- vulgar… and God forbid those gung-ho tricks attracts girls… karma-quality shall impede you, wretched lot. She enters as a portent, passion’s hourglass, brown ringlets spiraling in helix typecast. Pause poem’s progress. We’ve a queen! Finger the fanfare notes! Hang the phoenix- flowers along these Babylonian walls and plunge headlong into rediscovered Eden. On bent knee, take her hand to pledge tantric matrimony on union’s alter. Whisper… I’d take vows right now to relax, control breath’s cadence and wade your amaretto gaze behind dark mascara’s veil. I’d part those pretty thighs, adopt the ideal asana, spread your yielding labia gates and stimulate wetness beyond wildest imagination. Snap to, fantasizing poet, she left and time traveled to historic teenage pouts –alone-so-alone— lament her passing by your tilted, broken table, become but a tint emboldened in your book. A sorry sob story. A chick flick. Pathetic for one possessing Shakespeare’s pen. He climbs the covered stairs, distorted into despair’s cruel joke exits onto the upper deck and enters the ABC, heartbroke.
Wonderful, poetic perfection even. I have to dwell on each stanza. And my words can do this no justice. Is this an oldy or a newbie? Just curious. Lovely crush on a stranger thrown in there and such keen, rich observations, the entire piece made me beam.
And yea unto thee I could say: the genius is an idiot! Caught in the Moment, rejects the passion play by static mind encased in time has passed by and left us to dry. Light the fire, burn to ash, and have the choir kiss your ass. Who needs that shit anyway? Just open the gates with token display, take the cake and make the ache go away! eMBeMLaHV! P.S. I feel compelled to state that this was my 470th post.
Well Done! You wove the coffee shop around me. Sighs and cheers to day dreaming losses and the glamour of the unknown.
Thanks for the comments, all, that you took the time to read a rather long one is touching... I was rather pleased with this one, as well! It took longer to write than they usually do. I offer a ten second moment of silence in it's honor, brother...
It's nice that, alongside the traditional slackjawed lipstick anarchists, there's actually some intelligent people slating the intelligensia. What the hell do they see in coffee anyway?
thanks for the replies, selfcontrol and Laurel! My old roommate used to work there too; not for long though; the owners got to em.... really hard on their employees. but they got good coffee!
