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The barman was a chimpanzee
With a sad old wise old face
He ran the themed franchised bar
At Fat Sam’s Dancing Place
He swung his cocktail mixture
Jiggled it and deftly caught it
Your drink was ready and mixed
Before you’d even thought it
And he kept a special section
Where you could sit and think
And he always with discretion
Topped up or replaced your drink
The waiting staff were android
Gorillas attended the entry door
With only humanoid beings
Allowed in from that dance floor
Sometimes the barman did a cabaret
White tied lounge suited with a cane
Once did a mean mean take off
Of the Duke Big John Wayne
I am told that he even once
Though to be sure I wasn’t there
Used a hat stand in lieu of Ginger
In a tribute to Fred Astaire
When the going was too hectic
In that galactic mixing place
You could draw so much comfort
From that friendly kindly face
If too many gargle blasters
Were scrambling your head
That chimpanzee ensured
You woke up home in your bed
And he never told gossip stories
And he never forgot a face
He ran a bar of perfection
At Fat Sam’s Dancing Place
Try his drinks of true distinction
Try superb food designed to thrill
At the one and only universally known
Superb Chimpanzee's Galactic Bar and Grill
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GO ! BELOVED MAN ~ go c r e a t e
YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
see these children in my embracing protection
I will send them when you are ready
we float flying together confidently
but now you must L E A V E, descend
our forefingers are disengaging, a pattern paternal, forever humanity will remember this gesture, TWO IN ONE, a HOLDING
and LETTING go, sign of
GRACEFUL DIVINE INSTRUCTION
I birth your progeny, birthing ALL WORLDS
this teen your son says : “BE not afraid”
he becomes angry
as you lounge hesitant, question or plead
impatient to elevate what you will manifest
but wait he must ~ ONLY I control TIME
I s t r e t c h Y O U, SON
I O P E N S K Y in the eternal Now
immersing myself in my creations
then letting them GO
this is NO FALL call it ART ~ MY COMMAND FOR YOU IS RISE then F ~ L~ Y
You are my CHOSEN
EYES to eyes
THE TIME IS NOW
recline no more in cloud beauty
endurance is your hallmark
ferocity tangos with LOVE
I will not forsake you
you will soar on my winds
they will carry your shapely limbs
ready groin will create at my bidding
your elegant strong fingers caressing
Question not MY IMAGE
man of man, woman of woman
curved ears hear, wide nostrils breathe life
Heart pumping into infinity
food will flow from hair to toe tip
ACT and RELAX, written into bodily constitution
Forever MICHELANGELO, Sculptor
humble Genius I saLute you, My own Creation
Son of Marbled Art
Yours sincerely, GOD
"Novitiate"
Wading through
turgid mainstream
Novitiate makes her
way to the bottom rungs
of the Clean Team
Where dreams are
captured a.m. p.m. .
on the run with
weeping neutered minds
zero sublime
same old, same old
Asks herself,
“Where’s the substance?
Am I gormless too?”
rewards are Molasses,
Sugar Plums and
Glory, if that's you
It’s like dipping your spoon
in Alphabet Soup
re-arranging letters.
Shirley Temples with
no flaming
Bombe Alaska clue
pour the brandy,
light the flame.
Ignite something,
heart, mind or soul
covert intelligence
wonderful electric
minds pollinating
intellectual beehives,
"where's all the dripping
honey?"
Novitiate dreams
Go punch a hole in the sky
block all emotional rissoles
it’s not a question of
do or die
the Game is called
take-the-ride, at all times
avoid blood-sucking Vampires
Strict insects in an
ultra strict machine
watching their wings
flutter pretty, all beat
in time bang against
a silent wall
koutou three times
It aint about numbers baby
nor who’s who in the Zoo
it’s about writing your story
lock, stock and smoking barrel
keeping it true
Cover all mirrors
old is dead
born is new
Mornings rise with Sun
Fold your cards,
Hearts are trumps
Win-Win
what's done is done
time to de-robe and run, run, run
You're a novitiate skating
daily in your black
Nun's habit, it's way way
tragique, it's all a bit,
"La députée a raconté
une histoire très tragique",
find a new Boo.
Passports,
TRANSIT LOUNGE
Airport
Escape the Zoo.
Time to Do-the-Do
Novitiate throw
off your Black habit
Perfume
Rouge lipstick
New shoes
Yeah, put on your
Kavorka
New You
Double Deluxe Choc Chip
take the double cream
and cherry too.
Escaping the Zoo
True Romance.
OUR STORY
Me and You
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
"Temple of Love"/Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/p64wbdRBzjk
My job was to set up ten mentors for my children at my school. I set up sixteen.
The training was after school yesterday and thirteen showed up. One was excused, one
could not stay because she had a lung appointment, and one said they would take training another time.
Too bad they missed it, as they missed a smorgasboard of terrific delicious hot food.
The food was a complete surprise, we made short work of that three hundred dollars’ worth of food, believe me. Teachers can eat, especially the two who forgot their lunch and were starving.
This food was sent from downtown.
An unexpected surprise.
A bonus to volunteering.
The big wigs paid for it.
Makes sense since they ordered it.
I am so glad now I did not arrange for a pizza delivery, which I had been thinking about.
When the vast quantities of deli food arrived I was in a classroom teaching.
The school secretary called the room to ask if she should put it in the teacher’s lunchroom.
No, I yelled. It would be gone before the meeting.
Anything in the teachers’ lounge is known as fodder for any scavenger who comes along.
And believe me, word of food spreads rather quickly considering teaching is a loner’s sport.
The school secretary asked where she could put it.
In my office?
Sure I said, well aware
That the door was unfortunately unlocked.
Half of the food is in the teacher’s refrigerator today.
It will probably feed fifty.
I sent out a memo.
Saying it is up for grabs.
I’m drinking a martini
communing with my phone.
I’m in a bad mood
and clearly, I want to be alone.
Peter (my bf) and I came to this fine restaurant on purpose
- when I’m surly, I seek luxury
The deep warm hues of mahogany,
the chandelier facets of Baccarat glassware,
- that turn a martini into a galaxy of glitter -
the whispered, opulent luster of Christofle silver,
and the high-reflective white of 100% Irish linen
sooth me - we’re here about every 28 days.
The cocktail and the atmosphere are starting to work.
Martinis are high gravity and I’m starting to feel the spin.
You can't drown demons with alcohol, they can swim,
but you CAN seek a little anosognosia.
A stock, 30-ish man, thick wavy hair, open collar
and a suit stuffed with overconfidence
is suddenly at my table, lavishing me with
questionable, over-reaching compliments.
Do I appear wanting of some calculated,
and algorithmic pickup line?
Am I just available for anybody?
I respect the hustle,
but my patience is at absolute zero
I can’t just give him an eye roll
I have to say something.
I want to say, “stop [you know] bothering me.”
but I pour on the impulse control.
“I have a boyfriend,” I say,
it’s the simplest sentence I can spare
and after a moment, it works and he leaves.
Seconds later Peter returns
he’d stepped outside for a phone call.
“How YOU DOin’?” he asked in a fake accent.
I shrug, he knows my climate.
I don’t have to pretend anything with Peter.
“Where are we on the menu?” He tacks.
I answer in the non-sequitur,
“I miss Yale’s creole fish sandwiches.
- I was mad about them.”
Peter updoged, “Apple spice ring cakes.”
(a seasonal Yale dining hall favorite)
and we say ‘mmmmm’ in unison.
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Songs for this:
A Change Will Do You Good by Sheryl Crow
WAP (Lounge Version) by Richard Cheese [E] [E] [E]
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About the song WAP (above) - If you listen to RAP music,
you know the lyrics are explicit (direct and funny) trash.
WAP takes typical rap lyrics and puts them in lounge singer
format - where they stand out hilariously.
Silence among enemies,
Means more jobs for spies,
To see how the land lies.
Silence among friends,
Means it is time to build bridges,
Down through the ages.
Silence among Lovers,
Means less need for daily showers,
And hairdryers.
Silence in the Forest,
Means it is time for the inhabitants to find another place to stay,
As logging trucks are on their way.
Silence at work,
Means a bank holiday,
Is needed right away.
Silence in the classroom,
Means the head teacher is in today,
And lesson are the order of the day.
Silence in the kitchen,
Means Mum is out,
And Dad is incapable of helping out.
Silence in the lounge,
Means the internet is down,
And everybody is wearing a frown.
Silence in the car,
Means cell phones are on,
And any opportunity for a family sing song is gone.
Silence in the office,
Means the boss is back from playing golf,
With the village Oaf.
Silence on the court,
Means the money is not enough,
And they have all gone off in a huff.
Silence at the keyboard,
Means I can't think of another word,
So, silence will now be all that can be heard.
Daughter of the Moon
I lounge here,in a nightgown soft!
Midnight is my hour to ponder.
My thoughts entranced by the moon aloft.
Of your body’s sensuosity, it’s wonder!
I just observed a star dance across thesky.
It’s simply held me in a heated trance.
I knew in my imagination, I see you lie.
Forgive me, I could not turn from you, askance.
This auspicious hour, watching you in a deepest sleep.
A kaleidoscope of manly sensuosity.
I choose to, in my mind, this memory forever keep.
Your warm, soft breath, your body’s oceanic virtuosity!
10/29/2021
~1~
Quatrain a,b,a,b
Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries, go the butcher
The dry cleaners, the florist, the baker,
Did i turn on the slow cooker?
Have guests coming at 8.00p.m still
On the road, home in 15 minutes – phone Will,
Darling, Did you collect the birthday cake,
There is a big accident, traffic hectic won’t make
It to pick it up – Yes sweetheart I have
Drive carefully the roads are crazy,
Looks like a storm brewing, weather drizzly and hazy.
As I arrive in our driveway it pours with rain,
And I drop a packet, which had the red wine, I stain
My clothes and the car seat, go have your shower,
Hubby says, relax, everything is under control,
Turned shower taps to their full strength and power
Exhausted, let the water run over my naked body
Till I feel refreshed, get dressed in my
Sexy black number,
And come downstairs, hubby gives me a wolf whistle,
Just wait till the guests leave he says, look at him
From under my lashes!
The aroma wafting from the stove is
Provocatively divine!
And next to the sofa is a glass of room
Temperature red wine.
Table is set, arrange flowers I brought in a vase,
Immediately, the bell goes ding dong,
It’s Cherry and Tim,
She couldn’t wait to show me her engagement ring,
Hot on their heels are Susan and Barry,
He has just asked Susan to him marry,
And last of all my twin sister Rina, arrives she’s wise,
With her new boyfriend in tow she bellows, Hi guys!
Fun was had and wine was drunk
Laughter abounded in the lounge and dining room,
We all forgot how tired we were and
It was end of the month, and all the media forecasted,
Was doom and gloom!
It was my birthday, turning forty, no turning back now,
Don’t regret a day of my life, bless the day I took my vow,
Happy birthday dear Mary, happy Birthday to you,
I felt blest had my hubby and sister present and select
Friends but few,
Mellow and happy and with certainly no one drunk,
Just four happy couples full of zest and funk!
Our guests began departing, in twos they left,
I slipped of my shoes and gave a big yawn,
Will picked me up, and must have undressed
Me – for all I remember is waking up to a peck
On my cheek,
And a scrumptious breakfast in bed,
I always knew I had picked the right guy to wed!
He once stood at the top of the line
Watching the sun creeping out from behind
Hew wals with courage in his boot, and he just
Know how to shoot, he did everything
Perfectly well and he was good at making new friend
But since he left the lion’s den he was never himself again.
Com let me tell you a story of one man’s courage and his rice to
Glory, isn’t a fairy tale or something that evolves out of the movies, it is about a man that lives in the street and how courage
Rise him to his feet, it is a similar story that you he.ar everyday but th kindness of one man’s journey paved the way.
He made salt out of sugar and coffee out to tea, and he made a lounge out od bamboo to entertain friends and company; he did everything form training the young army recruits, and teaching little girls and boys how to tie their shoe; he gets everyone to sing their own song, he was there for everybody and he made everyone happy.
We would sit in the jungle for hours, waiting for the enemy
And listening to his story and when the mosquitos surrounds us
He would use a special puff to scatter them, how much I missed that friend; he was sort of protective but never controlling, he was free spirited, but disciple; he was perfect but had room for growth, but tragedy came when the hunting knife slit his throat
That day in the woods everything change and nothing was the same; rumor had it to say that his partner of fifteen years, butcher him in the woods for a reason no one could understood
But every year on the first of May, the group holds a party
To honor the friend we miss; the murder weapon was never found but legend had it that the woman he was with was recuse form the pulpit she had a nervous breakdown and walked naked around the town but later regained her sanity, but the friend we missed never came back to us and we all let the town on the midnight bus.
casino thoughts
Sitting in a casino of the damned
Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip
Playing the slots
Watching the crowd go wild
Watching the machines watching me
Drinking the free drinks of the damned
20 drinks too sober
And the gamblers on the gaming tables
Gambling away their fortune
Throwing money away
In hopes of the payoff
That somehow never comes
The pure decadent spectacle
The fake this and fake that
Phony this phony that
False New York
Paris in Vegas
Venetian canals, Roman forum
MGM Grand Lions
All fake, all phony
All deliciously decadent
The noise
The scantily clad waitresses
The men ogling the women
The women ogling back at them
The scent of wild decadence
Bad craziness in the air
The music – the lounge music from hell
The constant sound
Of money exchanging hands
It all overwhelms me
And I must sit down
And drink my reality drink
Drink it down and dirty
As I continue
To feed the hungry, greedy machines
Made in a workshop in hell
No doubt with child or slave labor
Imported from the third world
All my money
Is sucked into it
These machines from hell
The beast from revelation appears
Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty
Conducting this mad scene
And I am consumed by the greed
And the frenzy takes over me
All I want
All I need
All I desire
Is one more chance
One more shot
I scream
At the utterly unfeeling monsters
That ate my money
And chewed up my soul
And I know
The worst drug of all
Is the gambling fever
The gold bugs
I would sell my soul
If I had one left
For a chance
At the jackpot of life
Instead, I am reduced
To a pathetic broken down loser
Watching the world and Elvis
Pass him by
Viva Las Vegas
Imperial God of the American Dream
Goddess of the American Nightmare
Published in former people journal