Levee Poems - Poems about Levee

John: Sounds like I might like to straddle her equator with my meridian and throw down with a hula hoop on each arm. How soon can I execute my commission? Mitchell: Do you like to eat sushi? John: What else would I do with it? Steve: Fish or cut bait. My friend is an omnivore, but he...

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Mitchell: Good sirs, my word was fair. No discrepancy stains the pages of my ledger. The fifth tier is a sub-basement beneath the cellar floor of the temple’s vestibule. Any woman who is not tagged with the brand of the four usable tiers inhabits the underclass realm of she ain’t. This tier consists of the...

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Steve: This sounds like the traditional Hindu caste system. I get it; all that Kama Sutra stuff. John: You mean Kama Sutra IPA? It’s a local brew. Not bad. Steve: Douche bag say wha? John: Wha? Steve: Please continue, Dr. Hollywood. Mitchell: A Class B shedoo would be an average looking dame who is seductively flirtatious and persistent about making...

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Mitchell: At this level, as with the rest, one might also find those who have stumbled down from a higher step on the crystal staircase from dancing too many tangos in their Manolo Blahniks, as it were. Steve: Your system bears the hallmarks of considered judgment and calculated precision, yet retains a vestige of the poetic;...

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Mitchell: The most expensive working girls employed by this establishment are what I call shielas. Class A shielas include all specimens of female physicality who were blessed to have inherited near perfect DNA, have taken suitable care of themselves, and are still youthful enough to not have slipped into a lower category as is everyone’s...

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The curtain rises. Steve Merkin, the unscrupulous accountant, and John Travailleur, Esq. just another John, are seated at a bar in a seedy looking inn. Mitchell Hollywood, the adulterous innkeeper, is behind the bar. He is wearing a shabby mauve tuxedo with a green ascot. A cigarette holder is clenched between his teeth. He is...

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Premiered at Rugged Old Crossroads Community Mission, New Orleans, LA – 10/16/2013 ACT 1 SEEKING LABYRINTHIA BLUE JACKET BON VOYAGE SAILING THE SEVEN SEAS SHIP IN A BOTTLE ISLAND OF DON DI VON KAIRE BOX WINE BLUES THREE HAPPY ITALIANS VOYAGE SUNSET BALLAD ACT 2 LABYRINTHIA NIKITA SOMETHING VIGILENT MOJO MEMPHIS BELLE UN PEU COMME LA PLUIE ZULLY’S APOLOGY ROUGH WOMEN ACTION XERXES SURVEYS HIS REALM INTERMISSION FOOL ACT 3 BAAAD POETS FUNERAL STRUT BLIND...

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Tom: Well, do tell? But like I said, I’m not a stranger. I’m a businessman; and more than that. Why, I could be just like a brother to you if you’d let me. Besides, I studied music once, too, but that was before I got hit on the head with a spanner wrench and had...

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The curtain rises on Bumblebee Babineaux walking self-confidently along Chartres Street. Bumblebee [singing]: Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride, nobody’s gonna slow me down. Oh, no, I got to keep on movin’… Tom Sickley, a disingenuous feather merchant, is standing between a barber pole and a cigar store Indian. He eyes Bumblebee with sinister interest as...

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Every other Friday afternoon before Bumblebee would leave on her special errand, her mother would open the old cedar trunk at the foot of her bed and give Bumblebee three things to carry with her to Jackson Square. The first item Algebra Babineaux hands her daughter is a small, smooth, colorfully painted stone. Bumblebee puts...

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Papa Babineaux is a licensed chemist with a storefront on St. Ann Street, near the French Market. After breakfast each day he kisses his wife on the cheek, pats his children’s heads affectionately, lights his pipe and walks off to find his way to work. Papa Babineaux is a diligent chemist who works hard at...

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Bumblebee Babineaux, the younger daughter, has just reached the age when self-confidence makes the most sense. Bumblebee is generally a pleasant, well-mannered girl, with a smile like freshwater pearls, and sparkling emeralds for eyes. However, being a middle child has its disadvantages, to her way of thinking. She is often righteously intolerant of her precocious...

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Allow me the opportunity to acquaint you with a few particulars regarding the background to our story and place the principals securely in the context of the setting in which we take our sojourn with them. Our story begins once upon a Mardi Gras, in a mythical city where time and space maintain a tenuous...

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The authors and their associates wish to offer an enthusiastic round of applause to The Bywater Bone Boys Social Aid and Pleasure Club for their gracious hospitality and inspirational charm. Welcome gentle enthusiasts of theatrical illusions and histrionic fantasias. We of the acting company, including principals, chorus, stage crew and assorted hangers-on, take delight in...

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There once was a girl on the levee Who by anyone's judgment was heavy She tried to get here By crossing the pier But ended up crushing the Chevy...

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