My soul whispered a secret to my heart,
It spoke of spilled blood upon a rose,
Rouged lips within the garden,
Drops of crimson liquid blush.

[CHORUS]
Nature’s beloved colour is green,
So red speaks of originality,
Blood is a passion,
Scarlet bleeding from thy own,
A claret sun dawning beyond,
Sanguine stained skies.

When the little cardinal sings sweetly,
A doorway opens I never chose,
Visions of a bloodshot key,
A lock rusted with dried blood.

A glimpse through the keyhole,
A pale forest awaits on the other side,
Showers of cherry blossoms,
Falling upon the snow.

Red berries bloom under crystal snow,
Glints of sunlight touch down,
Sparks of fire captured within,
Just beyond this rubicund door.

[CHORUS]

The dreams I am allowed,
Burn and scar my will,
When the door swings open,
Of its own accord.

Damask petals on the wind.
How warm and gentle that spray of blood,
Like a hundred tender kisses,
And the golden keys to Heaven.

I glimpsed the gules of true heraldry,
A suffused spirit at the dawn of memory,
Imprisoned by a cage of vermillion frost,
Warmed by a glass of spiced wine.

[CHORUS]

A roseate palace at the end of a long walk,
Painted titian by my tear drops,
Caress a florid complexion,
Carmine not my own.

Roan stones dusted,
By the fall of Angels light,
Make-believe incarnadine carpet of,
A mirrored auburn dusk.

I settle back into the maroon night,
The darkness flushed by concealed art,
Bay canvas touched-up with unreal imagery,
Indifferent to the passing of my former life.

[CHORUS]

Rubies fall from ruddy clouds,
These gems are not for me,
Reddened glass has come to pass,
The moment of my undoing.

[PAUSE (Epilogue)]

Red is not for me,
Red was not meant to be...

Flight of Rococo
The marina was quiet this Sunday afternoon
The horde had gone back to their offices and factories
The pensioners who take vacation in September
And October walks slowly about and eat well they are
Not going dancing, the women will be tiddly and feel
As they did forty years ago, perhaps tonight the hubby
Will be frisky, but having drunk wine he will fall asleep
She has been going in and out of shops I'm outside
Pretending to be elsewhere I think of Goya's women.
Ah, this slimming craze why do so many women think
It is **** to look like freed concentration camp victims
She is tired now sits on a bench I walk around and look
At boats, I could never afford, except for a few ocean
Ship made of wood polished by rough hands by men who
Are not politically correct calling the ship a she that have
Or possess what men like about women

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military performances, zero, or me, in Mason-Chested
women, generously serve and order the Greens,
for the continuation of fame; The magic of light is the use
of grain boundaries, I want to stop the heat from the benefits
of the Jews in the Crystal Revolution, the Stripper gun,
the furnace and underwear. He and China Rally,
the fingerprint of the fingered daughter,
he said that after listening to the air, a large majority
of Australian mothers came warmly to life,
that's a good life, there are thin hairs in it,
many rulers, Johns, lovers. The quality of life
is usually made green by feeding the **** prayer tree,
you are going to talk about the negative river under the city.
Burke has played an important role.
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Girls read what they want to learn, what is the heritage of women?
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and two of Homer's  ammonium tanks. Firstly,
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first English and Greek (right) children know
the same lines for years, women, youth, the elderly,
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especially in the case of ambiguities and dark days,
young women told me, Barkola Sarah 2.2
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of every map of the Middle East and the staff
of Sara Walker, first English and Greek (right)
children know the same lines for years, women,
youth, the elderly, women and HKKK. |||
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the value of the paradigm for our comfort?"
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I would like if I could, to venture out
into a baroque cave where the walls are translucent
and all that surrounds it are rivers of coherence
and incoherence
where I can scream, and when my echoes
radiate they bounce off on me and touch
the spaces in between my fingers
bizarre and ornate
rococo chimes lift my spirit
progressive, regressive
subliminal rising, into the sea of whispers
and final decisions  
and crazed hands
and melting lips
and bruised knuckles
and fighting wrists...

I subsist to consist
of the fluid that makes me up
lavender barely breathing
flowers/continue/endure

hang tough, low by lakes of conspiracy
and hate/ block eyes/ shed those ill states

I carry this entity/essence/life gentely
in my arms like a ancestor. mother .
press its head against my skin and give it everything
in my blood filled hands, sinful/blessed/ tiered creatures
I feel beautiful in these worlds.

eyes closed in sleep, palms spread forth
oceans cleansing, I feel like an infant
stomach twists and hearts bat burnt wings
and learn to fly

I radiate.full hearted. eminence spoke to me
through her portal of solid grass and dieing trees
in the outskirts of the vagabond, slowly unraveling
like a child speaking
slowly growing like new love
stricken instantly
I am in
between Cleopatra and Mark
between Orpheus and Eurydice
between Odysseus and Penelope
between Elizabeth Bennett and Darcy
between Salim and Anarkali
I shiver in that love
that breathes in determent
and breathes out fragrance  
  

temperate plasma hooked onto
the grind of my woman I beat like
the robins breast/ trembling in awe
like a living leaf blowing in the winter wind
resisting/giving in/ perishing/ breathing
to the sound of this beautiful life

a daunting bolero sends a shiver through a dream
a forlorn melody haunting a hazy delusion
crooning on a whimsical note
and breaking a melancholy tone
an elusive song opens into an abyss
of mambos and rumbas
that thrill like a superfluity of delicious electricity
strumming at our deepest treasures
buried in woebegone memories
seeping into our cellophane heads
and enveloping our entire being
until we heave our way back to reality
and dissolve into a sea of people
who are only twinkles
in the scudded windshields
of a rococo world

Flushed thoroughly by
The sink, lukewarm
My face a weathered apricot
Pore-scape.
Mirror twisted like a landslide
Hushed glances
I'm bitten by miscellaneous pupils
And iris'
Widen'ed like copulation
Given honeydew twilight hours
Shaken estranged to breath cold and thick like smoke.
Crossing over-incarnated
Begrudgingly.
A longing for Rococo
And VW buses.

Rococo, less commonly roccoco, or "Late Baroque"; a highly ornamental and theatrical style of decoration combining asymmetry, scrolling curves, gilding, white and pastel colors, sculpted molding,         and trompe l'oeil frescoes to create the illusions of surprise, motion and drama...the leading style in France up until the French Revolution. Began approximately: 1730 - 1989; The French Revolution, a period of far-reaching social and political upheaval in France and its colonies that lasted from 1789 until 1799. It was partly carried forward by Napoleon during the later expansion of the French Empire. May 5, 1789 - Nov 9, 1799

The real woman who loves the green woman of life is a white light unit that the body of the three dead bodies loves the head of the head of the head rather than the United States, the women of New York redhead acid yellow And the earth's hunger is the queen of cold gold. The power of the power of free life. Eli's shadow is unknown by Joey Christ in Brown Morning; The story of the birth of love's son, Igor ******, is the story of children. English Sky's Russian *****; A beautiful physical beauty, goddess goddess; The beautiful beauty of Goddess IVIV, beauty of beauty, wife, children, children walking, walk in the beautiful landscapes of the beautiful nature of another Christian nature. Sports of distance parade Tennisism is the first day of the first day of fat tongue movement that can reproduce an image of the brain, citing deep insights of deep suits and citations of dark suits. Eyes eyes; The club's eyes are hidden from the original dance of the Renal Beach corridor, the pink area of ​​Hera. Soda is worn in poisonous delivery. White, white flies; this message, white ******* the color of the dead fried Chinese monster began. To confuse breast cancer, the police returned mothers who are experienced mothers. I love **** hair, while I talk live with the lover's eyewitness cover of Ivana. The country's brilliant feet provides beautiful girls with this order of female *******, military fame, zero green and liberation. To use the magic range of light, I want to prevent crystal crystals from increasing heat in the cancer belt, ovens and Jewish underwear. He said that after fingerprint expression of daughter and daughter and most of the rulers of the Australian mother, in the air, life is a good life for love. Generally, like life, **** is the quality of prayer of green tree, which will talk about the negative aspects of the river. Burke plays an important role. Client Torres Mundae and the world's name: "Piece Cup", which serves Greek products (in North Korea).

Two opposing ideologies vie for attention. Dedicated supporters believe fervently in one, single vision. Ultimately, half a century of the old order is upturned. A new era dawns.

We’re talking about the Trump-Clinton stand-off and the UK’s “Brexit” - right?

Wrong! This is about fashion: how the people’s choice up-ended taste, timing and fame - and all of this before politics even began to mirror the same populist trends.

I see fashion’s polarisation as happening around two years ago. On one side was Balmain, where an in-your-face, brash-and-flash couture was heartily disapproved of by the fashion establishment. But the bold and **** style of Creative Director Olivier Rousteingwas adored by his A-list audience, led by Kim Kardashian, who embraced the glitter and glamour.

Let’s see this fashion movement as a precursor to Donald Trump’s up-turning of America’s presidential race, with his lewd comments, **** wife and rabble-rousing. To some, a Kardashian backside might seem as distasteful as a Trump rant. But millions love Kim’s look as much as they gave the thumbs-down to the Hillary Clinton trouser suit.

But something else - even more populist and unsettling - was going on in fashion.

Demna Gvasalia and his brother Guram, whose migration from Georgia in the former Soviet Union eventually led them to Paris, caused a different kind of shake-up: a “non-style” revolution they called “Vetements”, meaning “clothes”. Instead of fashion as we understand it, the defining pieces were resolutely plain: hoodies, puffer coats, and jeans, albeit meticulously worked.

In retrospect, this new brand, which also challenged the timing of shows and the distribution of the collections, can be seen as a fashion mirror-image of a world-wide people’s revolt, from Britain’s Brexit to Italy’s Beppe Grillo, whose day job is on stage as a clown.

The Vetements collective was launched in 2014, before global politics started heaving with change. But now that Demna has been made Creative Director of Balenciaga, whose founder Cristóbal was the epitome of grandeur, the graffiti is on the wall. An haute couture house has been taken over by an agent of street populism.

With people demanding to “see now, buy now” and brands as mighty as Burberry and Tommy Hilfiger responding to their cries, it seems like populism is winning. Not to mention the effect of Instagram, where Rousteing has 4.1 million followers to Trump’s 4.5.

But why be surprised by fashion as the harbinger of history? It has always been so.

In the early 1960s, Mary Quant ramped up her hemlines to start the rise of the “mini-skirt” - right before the contraceptive pill became available to all women. Twenty years on, in the 1980s designers celebrated in advance the shattering of the boardroom’s glass ceiling by swapping Flower Child dresses for mighty padded shoulders on female trouser suits.

Reeling back through history, Marie Antoinette threw off rigid, royal clothes, replaced in 1783 by portraits of her dressed with Rococo sweetness - six years before the French monarchy was overthrown.

Other theories, pooh-poohed by financial experts, have the rise and fall of hemlines linked to the ups and downs of Wall Street.

So is there a traceable link between fashion and politics? In this new millennium, the designers themselves are now bitterly divided. Playing fashion feminist - like Clinton to Trump or “Remain” to “Leave” - are key houses such as Valentino, presenting powerful, cover-up clothes with long sleeves and hemlines.

Significantly, when Maria Grazia Chiuri, one half of the long-term Valentino duo, left for Dior, she brought to that august house a T-shirt printed with the words: “We Should All Be Feminists”.

On the other side are an increasing number of hyper-flashy, sexist brands, such as Victoria’s Secret and its rowdy, revealing lingerie spectaculars or the loud looks of German designer Phillipp Plein and his display of rhinestone-cowboy decorated denim.

Two ideologies and two audiences competing for the triumph of one belief. Sounds familiar? Fashion and politics: it’s all one.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane

She is my ****** ***** with a ***** on a logo that's a hobo who is
loco, dressed in a red rococo dress, eating tuna-fish salad at Sunoco

I am a broken toilet
Spouting crazy ideas in the basement of some brutalist mansion
My thoughts gone lurid, growing on the whitewashed cement into flowery moulds.
I am a scarlet stain on the ceiling and I am loud and furious and I reek of guilt and decay.
editting editting editting becoming becoming becoming
I am an alpha particle.
Writing writing writing down everything.
I am a ray of light.
I cannot tell if I am real so I feel my face.
I am superfluous, overdone, like a Christmas sweater, Rococo, overtilled to the point of erosion.
I am last night's espresso into this morning.
I am twenty strange projects
and I scrap them as if they were funhouse mirrors.
I am shaking like a leaf.
I am manic and I am happening all at once and I can't ******* stop.

As far as I can see, elocution and declamation
Thee this and thou that
Whence and wheresoever
Isthmus and anemone
Vitriolic and Diatribe
Bloviate and aplomb

But feeling has no discrimination.
Rococo words are not needed
Simply put is just as good
Too much icing makes a cake too sweet.

Bon appetit

I must spill myself on the road,
There's no such thing as a canvas for me.
No fresh blank board with a blizzard surface
Only tears and dirt stained ridges.

I don't have acrylic paint,
Yellows so bright it awakens the night
Reds so passionate it brings forth lovers.
The paint on the road is but dried up in corners.

There's no painter behind the painted.
No one watching its old and rusted creation.
I'm an art period with no semi-colon.
Rococo, classicism, baroque... they're not me.

People remember the names of long ago,
With curves of dead nature and spirals of pleasure.
Everyone recalls the beautiful old centuries,
Never someone will recall the painting of me.

I am no ship reck in the bottom of the sea,
There are no historians curious for me.
No lost treasure hides beneath the blue tapestry,
Where beauty had lied for centuries.

I am that road you overlook,
Driving on the one-way lane without thought.
There are rats and garbage and broken sidewalks.
I am the painting painted with regret.

I must spill myself on the road,
There's no such thing as a canvas for me.
I'm another crack in the timeline,
Lost in the hypocrisy of centuries.

Vestal Virgins forbidden to have ***;
spent their days getting groped
as they stood silently around the temple;                    having
to watch the sacred ****** clean up; treated like goddesses,
                                  they'd have preferred to be treated like
women, like the Senators' wives,    who per custom had to serve as temple
****** for a good part of the year;   harvests
                                                             flo­urishing;        |         little ******* born                & set adrift;       picked like apples
                          from trees & plucked out of streams,
yet the Virgins were busy scratching their pious itch,
     that became the
sanctity of Mother Church [Mary never got her freak on? oh, no --  I say she & Leda had much in common:  here's a tip, ladies,             don't let birds get too                   near ur snooch: weird **** happens:
              & eunuchs became the priests & bishops;
perverts doing the paper
      work for free;               for the chance to go frolicking in pre-Deluvian
                     Bliss
                     w/ fair-haired
                         boys forced to dress &  act as maidens,
                         inspiring fantasies of the long ago past;
when we think of the Golden Age:                   [our ideas of Erotica are very predicated on the 19th century's idea of ****** fantasy; which we regurgitate erzats back into our own cultural spaces;          *******, ******* & peeing & vomiting going hand-in-hand w/ giving birth;
       Life has forever been ***** & in the mud;
                                                            ­   conscious Fascists manipulate Pomp
                                                                ­                                & Circumstance
                                                   to enslave the World;     Fascists Never Win
                       b/c a Lone Ranger rides out of the Sky
                 & saves the people after much destruction,
                         sadly, new things need to be built;
                    so tear down the old & burned & obsolete
                       & build new powerful spaces for people
                                                               to live & thrive

          We think the Golden Age was like Rococo, but they were ******* Barbarians,
                                                                ­        just like today & tomorrow

Venus, the goddess of love, passion and joy.
Theodosius was born in the garden of Homer's
skin and other organs; close to the daughter
of Zeus. During this time, I did it
and guaranteed the Vulcan dedication
of the vessel. He created Geneva, not the lover
of Enia's son. However, in almost half
of the **** shows it is a beautiful woman.
Head said the symptoms include myrtle,
wild rose. Pigeons, birds and animals
are respected. Roman music, art, science,
health, stroke, prophecy, poetry, beauty
and Apollo, the god of his nurse. He will
be Jupiter, his wife and the son of Artemis,
because he is our brother. Apollo, Diana
used bows and arrows. This is a typical
young, beautiful and calm athlete from
Apollo. This game is difficult and fatal
and ****** stimulation is approved.
This is usually accompanied by a muse.

The temple of Delphi is clearly protected.
The actors themselves are also included.
Laurel is in front of her notes, arrows
and other serious consequences. 9 includes
wildlife as well as Penelope and pythons.
Greeks, Romans, and Greek songs are all
obvious, but Saul is the name as the Sun.
Pius is the field of stone and iron
in two places: Mars, God of War, Slaughter,
and Geo. For the words of the helmet,
sword, samurai or Juno's son. Make
the most famous and reliable wounds
described by Homer and Earth and Olympus
Iliad. The war in the Minerva War,
the common part of the war goddess
and martial arts chaos. His brother
on Tuesday, I like the portfolio of Venus.
Eagles and snakes,
wild dogs and pigs.

However, the virtues of the Martian Romans
have earned customs for our ancestors. Women
who pursued the Versailles Rococo of Diana;
Diana having given up on these animals. Diana's
arc after and the arrow of interest. She is the
daughter of Zeus and Rita, Apollo and her twin
sister. Art is often portrayed as a young woman
wearing Czech knees. "Wheaton's arrows and arrows.
These include whales and arrows as well as animals
and other creatures. The soul makes animals
for the flock and throws spears. Rome and frogs.
But those in the hands of Athena: Louvre, Matt.
Through the wisdom of appearance Goddess,
Pallas Athena, I am very good at wisdom, wisdom,
knowledge, military martial arts and martial arts.

Therefore, the comprehensive education
is supported on Thursday. This is the
strength of our army, it is the arrow
in the bulletproof shield of men's suits.
Describe the helmet and your throne.
The poet should be a dog. "His terrible
fear, the hero of the prostate and the
harsh Ulysses may come mainly from
his form, but it must be attributed
to the name of Athens...

"Demon cultivated a nutritious mustard vegetable in devout robes,
and grew up, who repaired the Roman daughters of Saturn and Reia,
and her father, O Jupiter, Second, she is a girl and a woman,
her daughter Persephone, her "maid" mixed with many people
on board and pushing them to a long history that they don't
want to stay away from,           advanced when using Consumer technology's
rights,                                         and who deserves to be a valuable daughter?
From them, she drew bile and was born pale green.
At the time of death, it became the blood
of the steak, usually the corn itself.
Feathers, bread, pigs, cows, horses and snakes.
"Oracle washed and crushed. Louvre /
Book Bacchus, Bacche, the god of soil fertility,
no more popular parts, insanity, confusion
and Toxic Chemicals.

A rococo armchair
a balcony with a view
pale in comparison
to you.

What love lay here beneath me: pressing softly upon the concave of two bodies.
Heart to heart; hairs tickling soft *****.

If ever there was a want to believe in a divine, omnipotent force - it would be now, though entirely unnecessary.
For we have seen a many hardship, no excuses or apologies suffice.

No rococo or garish design - this is you and I, in the midst of the chaotic rhythms that naturally brought forth existence.

Insufferable at times; a compulsion, a weakness completely devouring us. Leaving ourselves open, vulnerable, to the intentions and propositions of the other.

We hesitate. For at times there is no better purpose, never a greater need, never a solemn moment, never a permanence. Yet, we welcome in the reality of these understandings. Changing and growing with the respect of time.

We must be compassionate with each other, yes, we must also be hard, but never forget the power and privilege we have inherited with such union.  

For there has never been a more trialling, damning, passionate..... beautiful, pleasing, patience.....

What love lay here beneath me.
What life lay here before me.

catherine is in blue
and bandages her finger with grass and a feather
her mother is sure she took on grace whilst in the womb
who is first and and yet an afterthought?
catherine is bleached
between girls breathing rococo and the washing machine that doesn’t distinguish the separation of her name or fabric
ever maid
where does she go and you begin?
that brother has the ocean compressed in his eyes
and it’s the ships that go by in the night
that make her as penitent as the Magdalene
catherine is moving
and if she takes on the sun it’s best to leave some in Catalonia
if she carves herself in flesh
she should do so herself

I answer questions. Which is the right sunscreen for me? Shut up! Are cosmetics that are tested on animals safe? Go to hell! My boyfriend wants me to become a *******. Should I? Shut up!

I.

J'errais. Que de charmantes choses !
Il avait plu ; j'étais crotté ;
Mais puisque j'ai vu tant de roses,
Je dois dire la vérité.

J'arrivai tout près d'une église,
De la verte église au bon Dieu,
Où qui voyage sans valise
Écoute chanter l'oiseau bleu.

C'était l'église en fleurs, bâtie
Sans pierre, au fond du bois mouvant,
Par l'aubépine et par l'ortie
Avec des feuilles et du vent.

Le porche était fait de deux branches,
D'une broussaille et d'un buisson ;
La voussure, toute en pervenches,
Était signée : Avril, maçon.

Dans cette vive architecture,
Ravissante aux yeux attendris,
On sentait l'art de la nature ;
On comprenait que la perdrix,

Que l'alouette et que la grive
Avaient donné de bons avis
Sur la courbure de l'ogive,
Et que Dieu les avait suivis.

Une haute rose trémière
Dressait sur le toit de chardons
Ses cloches pleines de lumière
Où carillonnaient les bourdons.

Cette flèche gardait l'entrée ;
Derrière on voyait s'ébaucher
Une digitale pourprée,
Le clocheton près du clocher.

Seul sous une pierre, un cloporte
Songeait, comme Jean à Pathmos ;
Un lys s'ouvrait près de la porte
Et tenait les fonts baptismaux.

Au centre où la mousse s'amasse,
L'autel, un caillou, rayonnait,
Lamé d'argent par la limace
Et brodé d'or par le genêt.

Un escalier de fleurs ouvertes,
Tordu dans le style saxon,
Copiait ses spirales vertes
Sur le dos d'un colimaçon.

Un cytise en pleine révolte,
Troublant l'ordre, étouffant l'écho,
Encombrait toute l'archivolte
D'un grand falbala rococo.

En regardant par la croisée,
Ô joie ! on sentait là quelqu'un.
L'eau bénite était en rosée,
Et l'encens était en parfum.

Les rayons à leur arrivée,
Et les gais zéphirs querelleurs,
Allaient de travée en travée
Baiser le front penché des fleurs.

Toute la nef, d'aube baignée,
Palpitait d'extase et d'émoi.
- Ami, me dit une araignée,
La grande rosace est de moi.

She lived beneath the spuming waves,
A crown of pearls atop her head,
And like a pearl her limpid face,
Her lips of fiery coral-red.
Her palace was a sunken cave,
With scalloped roof and amber walls,
While golden-paved and turquoise-domed
Were all the dark, rococo halls.
The candlesticks, the marble busts,
The amphorae and frozen clocks,
Were spoils from all those star-crossed ships,
That came to grief upon the rocks
And when the moon beamed through the waves,
She dreamt of life upon the land,
Of painted birds and pungent flowers,
Of honeyed fruits and sunbaked sand.
She pictured there a gorgeous prince,
His eyes like shards of peridot,
A youth with hyacinthine locks,
And raiments of forget-me-not.
But when she woke, she knew that she,
Would never tread upon the land,
Nor smell the flowers, nor taste the fruit,
Nor kiss her lover on the hand.
And as she held this solemn thought,
That they would always be apart,
She felt as if an icicle
Had struck her squarely in the heart.

what happens when
Dark Fetish meets Radiance Sutra

finding it is like looking for a needle
in a haystack of needles
a dog meowing
night park astral planes with erections

a chromosphere with starry swollen labium
a purity purge, then taking it back
a pro life run away embryo
Debbie Dare and Bridgette Beware
with 3rd eyes blinking like traffic lights
trying to become tasty
while turning up their bottoms
for starving breatharians
who can't resist the allures of
Pandora's portable rubber genitals
they bought
at the five and dime tinsel towns  
Queen ***** Emporium

not everyone can walk in the light of truth
some people burn
like country fair corn fed Iowa lesbians
clucking kisses
asleep and awake at the same time

donut bumpers expecting the unexpected
in an unfathomable matrix
at a witches broom barn dance
during partner swap night
among straight couples
who only like rococo

Jekyll & Dad Samadhi
health, wealth & unhappiness
licking, spitting on each other
and having tantric *** the wrong way

you're safe now bwahhahhahaa

codependent sadomasochists
drift infinitely upward like psychotic marble roses
while Queen Opalala  @ ****** University
gets **** buttered and buckarooed
during the downward dog
to the music of the spheres and poems to **** by

a red head
bed head
**** in a cinematic pillow of flames
mouthing her ruby red lips
in a soft voice  
saying
a day without being forced to her knees
and a slap across the mouth
is a day without sunshine

A new day
A new life
Parting with the old
But never parting
Holding on to golden moments
Like a bee sleeping
In the palm of your hand
Looking toward newly made memories
In a Tiffany setting
Made of silver and platinum
Crafted by the deft
Hand of fate
Intertwining two lives
Like Rococo filigree
And sent off
To find their destiny
Amid the chaos
Of emotions
That can only be resolved
As one

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Art history matters. New Master’s degrees
Lead to dull innovation in poetry. Please
Try to write us a poem where meaning is plain
And no MFA patriarch needs to explain.

a statue carved by Bernini/a plate of eggs painted by Velázquez  

Jane, dear Jane, you’re a porcelain idol.
The time has arrived for your verse to unbridle
Itself and reveal some slight traces of life;
We know you are smart, but that dull butter-knife
Of your poetry, smearing the references ’round
Is like Sylvia Plath/Gertrude Stein/Ezra Pound…

personal pan pizza with unlimited free toppings

Those weird sudden line breaks confuse us, in fact,
And the rarefied dishes you name-drop get cracked
On the floor of your poetry, leaving us shards,
Risking splinters for muses and mystified bards.

my arm breaks off  like the shell/of a freshly-filled cannoli

You deadpan in monotone, stunningly brave,
But your tortuous verses go straight to the grave.
Academic obscurantists murmur and nod
As they lower the corpse of your work in the sod…

carelessly thrown baby/a designer toilet cistern

You ought to re-frame and then tighten your lines,
So replete with Old Masters and euro-trash wines:

(…weirdly-named liqueurs in a Rococo  palais)

Why would you not, then, aspire to coherence,
Dismissing the need for white male interference?
Your verses cry out for some fatherly guidance
To try and make sense of your history of silence.

In the thrift store, the shelves shine dully with brass,
Old candelabras and cups that could serve in ritual,
If they were not made so poorly and marketed so cheaply.
I first found these thin, yellow, sheet-metal creations
Stacking the shelves in my grandmother’s trailer.
Under the grime, the settled oily sheen of air freshener, there rested
Chalices into which even a king would sneeringly spit the epithet “rococo!”
There must have been a hundred million other such trailers,
A hundred million places of honor for stamped yellow tin.
Why gather them up? Why give them cult?
The entire dragon’s hoard seems now to have found its way to goodwill,
While the real versions of these ghostly trinkets sit heavy upon altars and windowsills.
Volunteers must weigh them, each in hand, and make some distinction:
Did this aid in worship? Was this treasure?
Or was it only treasure enough? Butter-smooth placebo
For those who found themselves in an endless dry spell of weekdays,
Unpunctuated by the sort of holiness that Normal People
Crave and crave and never attain.