Monday, February 11, 2008

Omega Recapitulates to fellatio

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 Shannon leads

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 Babylon

in paper boats to the gods of the Nile

Winken

Blinken

Nod.

Moonlight’s heavy lidded reveries.

The trolls smoked a joint

guarding Serenity Bay.

“And you’ll get oral sex when that boy

next door lands on the moon.”

If love could carry us home, the saints

of Ireland would lead the national

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 Euphrates

War prices are cheap! said Abdullah. Then was

hurried to his armor plated Mercedes.

Not bad for a carpet trader from Isfahan which leads

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 shore of Maui,

tumbled once and

settled by a palm tree.

3.

Baghdad. Cu. Andar…

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 Casablanca to the Free World.

“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.

Center of Supreme Culture is dedicated to the great lovers and artists

of the oral arts. Khajaraho and the Kama Sutras

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 kingdom of Mu ruled by the Queen Aphrodite, a small skiff made from

the unrequited articulations of love left the harbor and sailed out to sea.

WInken. The blind prophet Teresias from Waco Texas where the onanistic

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.

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