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On Bourbon Street,
strippers occasionally step out for a smoke,
scanning the scenery for potential clientele.
Flashing lights illuminate eager faces,
good business in a place that hardly sleeps.
There's a sign up there now
that's got a devil's tail with angels wings,
a place called Saints and Sinners.
It goes well with the soft Zydeco
sweeping down the streets-
Nice and easy.
You can imagine the waves of soft
and loud voices, up and down,
are lyrics to the music.
Mellow and sharp, thronged together
by a net of harmony.
Songs of nothing in particular.
I started thinking in the flow of it all, with the buzz
of a Pat O'Brien's Blue Hawaiian in my swing.
Then and there,
I made a half-pact with the devil,
and another half with good.
I'd start paying attention
to the meaning of a two-sided coin.
There's a way of thinking that goes like this:
If you're bad sometimes,
then you're only half bad,
goodness trailing behind you
like a faithful dog. Instinct,
it's how we are.
Nice and easy logic.
To some this doesn't go down well,
like old religion and voodoo in the South.
Because it feels too good,
looks so natural it must be sin.
But I like the music and I like the dirt,
the strippers with their sweet perfume,
and the laughter that gets heavier
with a little booze on the tongue.
And just like love,
a little sin can wash anything down
like a good southern bourbon.
They’d fallen in love
as some young people do—
so that lust might rationally increase.
Their bright, valentine-red-blood fairly beat for love.
It’s good that we can name a thing—
describe it and classify it, so it’s out there,
fact-like, in the flimsy, indefinite poetry-verse
It was a day for it, as the sun, that most followed star,
was a carnotite paintball-splotch against a sky stitched of turquoise
and the quality of the light was sentimentally beyond reproach.
Their gallant love seemed to cast a radiance too, a bright, collateral light,
which was of greater reassurance than any by-rote, muttered words.
No one denied the ambition of their love, it was both a mess and a revelation. And no one could pretend the moment was ordinary, that the atoms that spun and gripped our world together weren’t woven yet more inseparable by their union.
The greatest, alas, may choose to bless or deny that such a miracle as love, lasts.
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Songs for this:
Under Your Spell by Snow Strippers
You Can Have It All by Yo La Tengo
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THREATS FROM MAFIA HITMAN FROM DETROIT FAKING HIS DEATH TO IMPERSONATE MY FATHER THE SON OF A MASONIC TEMPLE MEMBER 33 AND 3RD CHICAGO CHAPTER DUR TO PETERS GARGANO TIES TO MILWAUKEE DRUG OPERATION HE HIRED HITMAN TO MURDER ME TODAY I AM BLESSED I AM SAFE FROM THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF WISCONSIN KKK MEMBERS KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS TREASURY OF THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS FALSIFYING HELL IN EARTH PETER IGNITED A CAR BOMB BLOWING UP MY BRAINS HE THEN GATHERS STRIPPERS TO IMPERSONATE ME ALONG WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND ARSON MURDERER OF VICTIM 9 THE HOMELESS MAN ON SHERIDAN RD TORCHED CAB COMPANY EMCO CHEMICALS IMAGING CAMPHOR PETROLEUM BASICALLY VICKS ALLOWED A SLOW BURN KILLING THE SLEEPING HOMELESS MAN THE FBI WARNED ME OF THE GARGANO KLANSMENS TORCHING ELDERLY PERSONS ALIVE CORRUPTION LANDS SWEEPING THE ASHES UNDER FBI INFORMANT FILES ARLINGTON HEIGHTS CHICAGO SO NO I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR .Y ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND HELP PETER GARGANO TO EXTORT MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM INTO SHELL CONSTRUCTION CARPENTERS HOME BUILDERS SCUM FRAUD COMPANIES IN WISCONSIN DRYWALL TILE PAYING CASH LAUNDERING PETERS DRUG OPERATION INTO CONTRACTORS PAYING ALL THE EMPLOYEES IN CASH IN DRUGS FINALLY FALSIFYING FALSE FRAUDULENT TOTALLY TAX EVASION PETER GARGANO ALSO FAKING HIS DEATH TO EMBEZZLE A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALF STOP SENDING ME TERRORIST THREATS MASONIC TEMPLE POST OFFICE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE 33 AND A 3RD NO FEAR OF KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS KKK GARGANO CRIME FAMILY BURNING INNOCENT BEINGS ALIVE
“Sedation”
by Positive Mark
Deep, still blue.
Rage from the Peekskills, now caged from his street skills, with the vantage point of a gargoyle heart of stone.
The streets should be mine, but there’s always other stragglers.
Used to be streets. Now, it’s backroads, chasing antlers.
Conjuring faces of the fallen. Wondering from what damned direction I’ma hear our sins calling.
Freeing the spirit with acts that defile matter.
Forever shaking the salt from the blood splatter.
Heart with a hard on for that incense carbon smoke.
Fix me up a bump, and I damn sure better choke.
Point me to the spot where them cats is on dippers.
Scroll down on Backpage for Baltimore strippers.
Five day admission, and back to the medication.
Deep, still blue.
Drenched in darkness for sedation.
Our Company makes both
the Ware and Anti-ware
products needed to be in full
control of your business.
Hacking equipment
and anti hacking equipment
moral and in disent.
S$it our company
has equipment to
find the codes
to every engine, washer dryer
anything with a computer
made after 2017.
It is wrong to do one of the other
but when you see
how people either
want to create or dismantle
what is created to sour the ways of many
you can then see how
this world is both Savage and Sinister.
they would make robot maids
but would you trust them.
man: My automated coffee machine tripped
during leap year: I found out my
secretaries wife
bought the hcking device
that compromised my breakfast.
She said there was a program that
turned "Maid Hazel" into " The Maid from Hell"
the robot with anti- care technolgies.
On program is said to be
"either clean as you go___or__
A$s whipping time"
This is a crazy world man! One crazy Place!
them Tech Guys aint no joke!
Ya'll hear the one about those
twelve strippers at a Joint In Blogga Hoogga wonk-Wonk,
man dude told me them guy slattered the floor
and lefted hugh tips
and told the Gals to
get the C$n and be
pregant. Get the
money while the
money there.
They did all twelve
got pregant
and they don't know the fathers is
but the got the whole
night on tape. They say it was about
Fourty to Sixtty dudes
up in there. Letra and Armonia said
they left out
before
it got to crazy
but Letra said he was on the floor
and was scared that one
them Gals coulld
have his.
That's Crazy man!
That's Crazy!
by
Bizzy The Smogg Protester
she don't love you and she don't
need you
keep my name out your mouth
stop calling my residence
your baby momma is
my spouse
ya'll aint gettin back
together
the way you ask her over
you think that's clever
ya'll aint compromising
I see the look in ya'll eye's and
talking bout getting
clothes and shoes
give me the money
let me go do-it
I know bout what yo momma said
tell stuff her $$$$@$$ and
comb her hair
keep my name out your mouth
I tell ya'll what's
that's about
smiling at each other at the barbeque
singing song's
that aint cool
ya'll getting back together
stop actin cheap
and thinking you clever
that's my wife
my kids
my house
tell that chump
he better recognize
meeting up
wear ah disguise
betcha he was
dressed up like a b$tch
watching strippers
on a gay tip
ya'll aint back together
divorce say done
and ya'll through forever
that's my wife
my family
my kids
ya'll on same
strange
foolish sh$t
Asinine
The Poem
Spit and glue
Tape on glasses
Lace on wrinkled rumps
Lipstick on lizards
Ants in bee-hives
Parties in the cemeteries
Toothfairy bank robbers
Dunces in libraries.
Rhymes on caution signs
Large Letters for the deaf
and hearing aids for the blind-
Asinine.
I think, to see a cripple crabs with crutches,
bow-legged spiders with a pigeon toe-ed cat.
Or a knock-knee-ed rabbit- with a Multi-Colored Bat
Apes eating hor devours
Amish wearing Hats no-more
Imagine the scenic scene
That we would see-
If the Sky replaced the sea-
Spit and Glue will never do-Spit
won't do, when you need glue.
Dressed to kill with taped up glasses,Lace on strippers
with wrinkled rumps
It's a crazy poem but I really feel
You should never read rhymes on caution signs.
CAUTION
Look up here
have no fear –
There have been
twenty-six
accidents right here-
When you slow up
to read this rhyme
you may get hit
from behind
cross the white
line and smash
over the medium
I had it made until my stupid wife ruined me.
I was rich until she went on a spending spree.
She spent it all before I even had the chance to stop her.
I had ten million bucks but because of her, I'm a pauper.
I was the richest man in my town but now I'm the most poor.
People are giving me funny looks because I'm buying clothes in a second hand store.
She forgot to insure the cars that she bought, even the Ferrari.
I only have ten dollars left and that jezebel isn't one bit sorry.
A tornado came last week and destroyed every vehicle that she bought.
If you're wondering if I think about strangling her, I think about it a lot.
She also spent a lot of my money on male strippers, booze and grass.
Now she's going to need a proctologist to remove my foot from her ass.
(This is a fictional poem)
(A lone figure, kneels and prays. Watched by his faithful cat, Rudolph)
I was born a sinner
Lord
For all us triers are
Blindly sent to live by You
An unknown higher power
To try to defeat the Devil's temptations and sin
But now at 75 and slowly dying
It's no use crying
Wishing I had done better
I've sinned all my life to live
Sinned
Staying out late looking for another with whom to live
Drank anything to get my soul wetter with all I could give
Gambled
Loved and lied
Been cheated on and cried
As inside I died
Cleaning up everything that was on my plate
So Lord it's now too late, and I know Saint Peter won't open your gates
But you know what
I still feel pride
About how I lived
So going to your purgatory with these feelings and sins
I'm sure I'll find other lost souls like me to continue the party
Because they'll be able to relate
For now, to change
As my end approaches
I still haven't got what it takes to be loyal
Since my Martha left me
After
For the millionth time,
I stayed out
Drinking and playing cards with the Gecko brothers
Watching strippers at the Titty Twister
Too late
Please forgive me Lord
Amen
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
At the end, what would your last prayer be?
Did you live a good life or like the man above, give in to the Devils seductive powers?