Muse méduse, vierge et tremblante séductrice
Tu m'as demandé de te conter fleurette
Avec des mots fleuris
Avec des mots obscènes
Une fois qu'on serait intimes
Des mots cochons
Des mots sales, crus, cuits et recuits
Des mots tabous, interdits
Indécents et lubriques
Et je t'ai demandé de me fournir un échantillon
Et tu m'as dit que tu n'en possédais aucun.

J'ai cherché en vain un mot qui pourrait te plaire à entendre,
Ma chérie miel
Et aussi bien me plaire à te murmurer à l'oreille
En plein badinage et tripotage
Quelque chose qui véhicule l'idée de muse
Et dans allumeuse il y a muse
Mais allumeuse n 'est pas cochon
J 'ai pensé à fille de joie, fille de vie, traînée, souillon,
Ma cochonne, ma gueuse
Obscènes d'un tout autre âge
Et c'est alors que j'ai entrevu un instant
De te chuchoter catin à l'oreille.
Catin ça fait penser à câlin c'est un avantage
Mais ça fait aussi penser à salope et ça je n 'ai pas trouvé très élégant,
Même quitte à ajouter merveilleuse juste devant,
Ni putain ni **** d'ailleurs, même avec magnifique ou tendre,
Je suis donc revenu en catimini à catin.
Catin de katharina la parfaite, de katharos, pur en grec
Catin de Catherine le diminutif
Ma petite muse catin à moi, ma poupée dévote orthodoxe
Et perverse juste à point comme j'aime
Catin precieuse comme Manon Lescaut, soprano
Et j 'ai laissé le mot tabou macérer dans ma bouche vile quatre jours et quart.
Un jour peut-être j'aurai l 'envie et le courage de te le dire en plein déluge.
Peut-être dans une autre langue.
En anglais par exemple strumpet, trollop, bawd
En portugais meretriz
En roumain cocota
En allemand wanderhure
Tu m'appelleras alors fripon, chevalier des Grieux, ténor,
Tu me demanderas alors de te chanter des chansons cochonnes
Sur des airs de Massenet ou de Puccini
Des chansons à boire, polissonnes
Que je te chanterai à tue-tête pendant l'acte.
Tu voudras me cravacher avec une plume de paon
Pendant que tu me monteras
Ou joueras à l'infirmière
On fera l'amour sur les bancs publics
Discrètement et sûrement
Et tu ne porteras pas ta petite culotte bleue
Imprimée de rares papillons morpho
On échangera nos fantasmes
Comme quand petits on échangeait nos images ou nos billes
Tout ce que nous n'avons jamais fait
Tout ce que nous rêvons de faire ensemble
On parlera de se baîllonner, de s'entraver, de s'attacher
de se mettre un bandeau sur les yeux
On improvisera
Tu seras Poppy la cosmonaute
Et moi E.T. le martien.
Tu seras Apollo VIII
Et moi Cap Canaveral
Obscènes et heureux
Complices
Nus et sincères et amoureux
Dans un voyage intersidéral d'aller-retours
Entre la Terre et la Lune
Saturne et ses lunes
En apesanteur
Pour deux éternités.

She was a vegetarian
Cigarette-smoking drunk
Who fell in love easily
With any handsome hunk.
She was a bible-quoting
Daily Zodiac-addicted muse
In dungarees, leather chaps
And covered with tattoos.

Like a character from Monty Python
She always had pentagram earrings on.
And she loudly wondered constantly
Why nobody ever took her seriously.

She looked like a biker mama,
But she never owned a bike.
A personality like barbed wire
She was so very hard to like.
She growled like a take-off
Out of Cape Canaveral.
Why she wasn’t popular she
Could never understand at all.

She had the strangest body parts
Tattooed or heavily pierced
She looked unlike a human being
And she thought that was fierce.

She walked like The Thing
From the Fantastic Four
And I was never sure she knew
What shower was created for.
Her entire vocabulary was
Based on waste matter and ***.
I really do believe she was
The product of an ancient hex.

Timeworn,
"she was weeping, banally, in the moonlight"

We, in some strange power’s employ, move on a rigorous line

Our thoughts broadcast in reverse of linear time

Laying down fresh electric cable so our minds can again spin webs and half-eaten threads

To stand ready for launch from
Cape Canaveral

Young astronauts, and cultural fallout, spun in exhilarating swirl of places and vividly half-described incidents

Experiments explored in zero gravity

Starlight, starbright
first time I apogee tonight

Impaled upon the high temples of Min
flowered in the sun

A collective come undone

Circumferencing quicksand
as worlds tilting badly off-center

In the death ovens  
they go spiraling down into driftglass

The promise we made that day on A1A
Whoever was left alive would drive
With the ashes in the seat, the first one to leave
Making it to the Keys one final time

Lived our lives with no thought who'd be the first one out
Every minute of every day along the way
No need for a starter gun as we were always on the run
Making life easier to give away than ever save

And don't life have a way of twisting in it's crazy run
With the jest of it's last twist is Jimmy's gone
Leaving me in the drivers seat, Jimmy's ashes next to me
Rolling down A1A like a song

As an afterthought Jimmy dreamed of being an astronaut
So we stopped off for a tour of Cape Canaveral  
Not really sure of why with Jimmy already in flight
Leaving far behind this crazy world

Was that him that spoke up dude let's go to Hollywood
But Florida's Hollywood only has shooting stars
Jimmy never once complained we were taking the long way
Or even asked me once where we were

Talked of life along the way from Pompano to Biscayne Bay
Top pulled back, blowing free in the wind
Last stop on this quest, the very edge of Key West
Where I mixed Jimmy's ashes with the sea and sand
Which was the last part of this A1A crazy plan

There once was a ***** named April
Who found herself in the town of Cape of Canaveral
She'd waste away the days
In splashing waves
Scant was her memory of a time before
And little thought was there of anything more
Than the time spent with her old sailor
Each sunrise brought the promise of adventure and play
Although as time passed sleep began to take up more of the day
But content was she
To curl in the lap of a man
Who loved his dog more than the sea

1 billion dying breathe 1 breath dead 1 billion dying last breath tunnels channels asteroids or so they say id digg too mines bigger 1 billion deaths count them like 2 years of corona no napoleon can save you ..with canaveral your space is small like osama killing obama oops i took out the radar obama killing osama with Zacks helo zacks hallow battle scarred an ruined i die for your sins again 1 billion gone multiply you got Z

The order is release
And I can't change my release form
I hope that changes my opinion about American Justice
The dream stays like an addressed flag, worn by a leprechaun
Cherishing the four-leaf clover and washed up Panama Canal
Cape Canaveral thanks for the rockets, the fallen angels