Big bad mamas

big bad mamas

i don't want to be put into a spot like this? feeling like shit &;
hoping all to hell that I will have a good nights sleep or an aneurysm
or something catastrophic along the lines of a poem by e e cummings so
I wont get the urge to try to sink my braised teeth into a THIGH
SANDWICH... so i wont die &; feel guilty cause i threw the ANEURYSM
out with the dirty water &; i will not throw up in the HARLEM
RIVER... GOD REST MY SOUL in the bottom of the BLESSED VIRGIN RIVER
&; feel her wet nipples hard against my cheek &; the week end has
cum &; gone &; cum again &; still my eye is on the LAUGHING
BUDDHA left behind on the mantel as a reminder that the former resident
had a deep desire to believe in NOTHING? lets all go NO THINGING down
the lane that leads to covetous water hole?

so its back to the back washes of SPYTN DYVIL where the current flows
both ways to SUNDAY afternoon tea on the GREAT LAWN &; things that
go bump crunch smash up on DYKMAN STREET... with a womb full of
carnations &; the rest is up for grabs? a stab in the dark park out
on a lark thrill seeking on the wrong side of the high way? heading no
where &; coming from no where in particular while little things keep
clogging up the inside straights... take the long way round the table
stakes looking for a vampire to get cuddly with or with out a fuse...
choose but don't refuse cause its just the butt end of an old
joke...

lets take the circumspect route thru which &; where &; when the
time is ripe &; ready to fall from the tree of ever lasting
defeat... in the name of SAUL slash PAUL one of the first of the P R
MEN... an early version of B WAY DANNY or NATHAN DETROIT canvassing the
suburbs for young ladies for the trade cause the days are long &;
filled with yawning mouths &; taping feet &; watching the clock
with lack luster precession... the mission is to merely get thru the
day without too many screams in between the dreams convalescing on the
front porch wrapped in old brown army blankets... so SAUL slash PAUL
make your move tap the flutter fingers into a more subservient frame of
irreverence splashing away in a pink plastic wading pool...

the loose willed defiance on a low slung couch where little MISS MOLLY
is plying the ageless yearnings with an up &; down stroke poke stoke
the flames into rapture &; make sure the toes are wrapped in lambs
wool... cause we wouldnt want no bad pirouettes cluttering up the grand
entrance of the BIG BAD MAMAS as they strap on some high potency body
patches just to get em thru the night life seeping in through sewer
system? what we need is a little DRAINO in the pipes to keep the flow
on coarse &; headed due south towards the CAW of a CROW sprawled
across a well groomed lawn with iron fawns &; plastic flamingoes
that are used as dildos in these twilight times of down trodden days
&; means or so it seems?