On the Planet Cu – Near Andar:
Omega Recapitulates to Fellatio
A dog disguised as a god by the name of Sam
disappeared down the alley
found refuge in the shadows of love
then slipped away with a girl.
In the intimate revelation of lust, they
did the shimmy shake co co bop
dance and their progeny leaped from the
union of their most exquisite
orgasm.
Cu to 2nd power, squared once, then
flipped over for a sunny side treat!
Cu the infinity of desire taken round to its
natural course and the
to a map of our souls.
Will reverie find its way to love?
Cu to 2nd power, squared once, then
flipped over for a sunny side treat!
Who could possible fathom the depths of
their love besides Captain Nemo?
Intrepid sailors are rowing to
in paper boats to the gods of the
Winken
Blinken
Nod.
Moonlight’s heavy lidded reveries.
The trolls smoked a joint
guarding
“And you’ll get oral sex when that boy
next door lands on the moon.”
If love could carry us home, the saints
of
family planning program and St. Patrick would
chase away the demons from your soul.
WInken.
bLinK In.
Guinness is the god of Nod
2.
We stopped to discuss Real Estate, a condominium
by the side of the
War prices are cheap! said Abdullah. Then was
hurried to his armor plated Mercedes.
Not bad for a carpet trader from
us back to Cu.
Cu in a voice as velvety as Velveta as undulating
as an uvula, dulcet sotto voce kind of voicing.
A warping willowy wave splashed
on the
tumbled once and
settled by a palm tree.
3.
The continuum of space revealed
in a oyster. In that pearl that peeled away
every guise
we found ourselves
in the sheltering shadow
of violet
indigo
memory.
The ink mark on the page. My official cache on my letter of
Safe Passage smuggled from
“Stamped, checked, whistle clean. Next stop,
Cu by the way of Andar.” said Ishmael
the conductor. “A whale of a time guaranteed for all.”
Cu by the way of Andar.
Absurd?
A psychotic break?
Schizo-disinfective disorders?
Sanitize these words lysolate, antiseptisize,
then roll them into a joint and smoke it.
“The water pipe, you idiot! The hookah! Said the carpet salesmen
who was now hot on to condominiums sold by the King of
Rocco from steps of this Baroque winter palace.
Poet’s are well received. Sodomites! Artists of fellatio, Monica received
more fame than a cigar factory of artists, was
enshrined on Andar where genius is cherished, love supreme,
conflicts decided my mad passionate loving, journey’s celebrated
and hours tumbling by.
of the oral arts. Khajaraho and the
are Embassy Portals from Cu via Andar. Step inside a temple
and soon in the coupling mad passionate loving we are released and on the last
shuttle calling us backward in time to home.
Earth is Philistine, not to insult the deeply aggrieved Philistines, but
geeezuz fuking Khrist, sad the Ambassador from Cu. To use an expression
from your place in time: How can you perpetuate the species when you’re killing
each other?
There’s a joke in Galaxy – How many humans does it take to fuk up a planet?
6 Billion a million more of less.
That’s not very funny.
Neither is Earth. said the Ambassador from Cu
“Through the key hole you’ll find your way back to home!” as the last shuttle danced across the phosphorescent waves and wandered back inside a thought.
“A single molecule of water holds every possibility and one tear can heal the world.” said the Prophet Sam while rowing up river.
In the
the unrequited articulations of love left the harbor and sailed out to sea.
WInken. The blind prophet Teresias from
cults still prevail.
bLinK In. Coveting the last ship to leave the Free World we sail onwards
till the cosmos disappear in the depths of the wine red sea as
we to toast Odious the drunken half cousin of the mariner.
Guinness is the god of Nod. Nothing grand or illusionary.
I will raise a glass of stout to you! said I to the ambassador of Cu.
And we row in our boat of love,
in
the Infinity of desire
Omega recapitulates to fellatio.
Heads up!
