Comin’ at ya hard at the speed of thought

PARIS FREESTYLE #1

Aphoristic aphrodisiacs are prescribed by the manger mongers in luminescent looney bins

Carl Sagan slices you up a hearty bite of moon pie cooked up at the galactic cafe between Venus and Broadway 

Seven Turkish monkeys walk into a sideways saloon to nurse battle wounds and drink the night away with bottles of sinful sarsaparilla

The opera’s coming to town 

So ring your bells 

Conquer your fears

Storm your castle

Wrap up the stars in an airtight monster burrito

Don’t tread on me, myself, or the other 

Mind your feet and your manners

The Donald is coming to town with his gunshot brigade 

Leave it to Beaver

The first portion is already taken

Lyin’ under a bridge by the river with the rest of the forsaken 

Breathe in 

Breathe out

Listen to Ornette play the spiral 

That’s what it’s all about

PARIS FREESTYLE #2

Attila the Hun and Genghis Khan make perilous bedfellows. 

In the throes of love and hate under Baltic skies and northern lights. 

Hate is an abstraction. 

Hiding on the back side of a rainbow

Illuminated by the suns and sons of passion 

And cast in the shadows beneath the mutterings of frustrated mad men. 

Steal the truth while you can. 

The hatch is closing fast and the boulders are a’rollin’ through. 

Dance while the night is old and  incontinent morals have yet to cover the sumptuous dews of fresh eyes. 

MAMALS ON THE BEACH

Mammals on the Beach 

Street urchins sprawled across the green grass under palm thickets in piles of their own filth garbage and despair

Glow with the same radiance, grace, perfection, and inescapable humanity as the most nubile and alluring young woman in the friendly glow of the Indian summer