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"50 Words for Poe: St John"




St John was his name
Sinjun for short
Temptation was his game

Ah Black Monk of my dreams
A hot car on a fast track

Shifting gears
I burn up the road, turn up the stick

Fast and furious got nothing on 
Brother Sinjun’s Black Monk’s mojo bag-o-tricks

He sits in the passenger seat
101 goes to 190 around a devil-of-a-curve

200 hits his cerebral cortex, ignites his adrenaline cortisol hormonal nerves
Homeward bound suspension of disbelief non judgement served

Aston Martin Bond-like, covert, under covers with the Nurse
The thrill of it all, he’s in a state of Anti-Christ Ataraxia, convivial

St John was his name
Sinjun for short 
Temptation was his game

On the Road  driving home with Sister Pheromones Bellisima
he can’t wait to take her confessione Hyperpyrexia and 
with big benedictions absolve and never cease to perplex Her

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)





https://youtu.be/hKi7Wq5CUI4
Temptation/Heaven 17





“There's a lot of stress... but once you get in the car, all that goes out the window.” Dan Brown





https://youtu.be/7ip8ZVyF_ac
Fascination Street/The Cure




“The fact is I don't drive just to get from A to B. I enjoy feeling the car's reactions, becoming part of it.” Enzo Ferrari




https://youtu.be/ZcAEIUQmQgI
Watching Me Fall/The Cure




“A muscle is like a car. If you want it to run well early in the morning, you have to warm it up.” Florence Griffith Joyner






1. ataraxia
2. cortisol
3. hyperpyrexia
4. St John/Sinjun

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