Fractal splendor

fractal splendor

a MASQUE is in preparation for the coronation of a QUEEN &; her
courtly court to be put on display for ALL GALLOWS EVE... retrieve the
GRIEVE MACHINE? a special section will be roped off for the appropriate
ceremony allowing for wind shifts &; counter stains &; the pain
one must go thru just for the sake of appearances... enough for the
beleaguered few who have passed water &; are now ready for something
a bit more solid... JACKSON...so pop the gum &; snap your fingers to
a 3D TABLEAU in honor of all the young hustlers who got busted in the
galvanized run to the top of the EMPIRE STATE BUILDING... just for the
view of... perchance as a jumping off point in the eternal search for
oblivion on a shoestring or some state of not quite being in total
control of the cross sections...

it is indeed incredible but as they say along the stilted back wattles
of a turkey trot? the poison purse also contains coins of the realm? a
reality check has discovered a fly in the oinkment but purses can be
made out of SOWS EARS? according to the signs posted on latrine walls
the edibles are much too easy to deal with especially during monsoon
season when every day STREET DANCERS don SAFFRON ROBES &; avoid both
women &; money in a troglodyte manner... HOLINESS is a shoat
treading the muddy waters of a sluice with its snot just above the
cross beams? the verticals are a herring bone perspective of a ROMAN
LANDSCAPE making it a bit easier for CALDROM MAKERS to forge their way
clear of JUPITER fifth in line for a shot at the title...

it clears the fence in left field &; brings the throng to their
feet... like in the coliseum when bulging muscles were the pre
requisite of the day in day out with a MARY JANE dangling from the
lower lip so slip the crotchety lisp deep into the gut &; strut your
piece upon the street... rowdy smiles nodding in tune with a tune
beginning with SOMEWHERE IN THE NIGHT TIME SPECIAL rounding the final
curve before diving into a curvaceous vulva on the rocks? BLOCK...
rock... knock it... knock knock... whose there... whose doing a number
on the alphabet wall where every body is at least from another
generation if not another dimension skimming the tops of low flying
pigeons in search of a comfortable place to die when winter comes?
&; the dice comes up craps for the last time around the block &;
up the street to where the trash barrels roar a sad good by to MISTER
CHIPS &; MISSES MINIVER...

weve got more &; more to cum &; more to stay while the sun deals
off a couple of rainbows then stuffs them into the waiting fist of a
passing cloud cover up &; pray for my soul? cause theres a hole in
my heart that goes all the way to WACO &; back up to the side porch
&; let it all air out cause the stink is getting out of control
&; backing up the sewer system to where the fumes are rising in
great clouds of brownish blue haze... back away a bit &; clear away
the dishes in time for DANCE TIME on the table tops... complete with
stretch marks &; giddy vapor trails along the MILKY WAYward in the
solemn trudge along a dilapidated river front? then leap into the
screech of a mistreated brake drumming on the skein of an omnivorous
train yard that would make the RED SHOES jealous...

flaming crimson hair spread in a 40s glamour shot... lot... rot...
pot... clop clop? the sound of a horse slowly making its lonely way
through a deserted park name Bryant but super heroes are still in the
province of youth when eyes can still focus on flying objects bursting
thru inked lines with the furry of the FURIES twisting the page into a
flagellated scream...with roof beams dripping red while the stolid
participants chant their simple chants... blood swirls in fractal
splendor from corner to corner then into the cracks where small things
make their home in chewed out passageways that extend down into the
mushy earth... beyond the reach of SUN &; RAINBOW BILL the cow poke
swill who plays an armadillo guitar while dancers explore yesterdays
unforgiving thoughts that get up on their hind legs like dogs begging
for a treat?