The Back Beat of the Bass, In a Bourban infused bar
Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar
Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow blues Singer
And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger
The Pianoman lays down, A Slow soft tune
As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a soft **** Croon
People dance so close, It Shuts out the World
Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban.....
Bartender sets up another Round
As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound.....
Toker's Blowin'  Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns
The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on
A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer
And the Dancers Float, Across the dance Floor
The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights....
A Soft **** Setting, For a Memorable Night
The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore
So the band fired up... Just one more
All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15

TheBack Beat of the Bass, In a Bourbon infused bar
Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar
Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow blues Singer
And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger
The Piano Man lays down, A Slow soft tune
As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a Soft **** Croon
People dance so close, It Shuts out the World
Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban.....
Bartender sets up another Round
As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound.....
Toker's Blowin'  Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns
The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on
A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer
And the Dancers Float, Across the Dance Floor
The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights....
A Soft **** Setting, For a Memorable Night
The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore
So the band fired up... Just one more
All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15

The Back Beat of the Bass, In a Bourbon infused bar
Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar
Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow Blues Singer
And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger

The Piano Man lays down, A Slow soft tune
As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a Soft **** Croon
People dance so close, It Shuts out the World
Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban.....

Bartender sets up another Round
As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound.....
Toker's Blowin'  Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns
The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on

A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer
And the Dancers Float, Across the Dance Floor
The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights....
A Soft **** Setting, For a Memorable Night

The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore
So the band fired up... Just one more
All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15


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wash it wash out wash it wash out
let it turn
hoot and a holler
bottled up all day
and like bubbly bottles burst
take my toll
fierce, almost fictional
but never hostile
transcend your barriers and let your impulses take you towards the next side of the room
and then back again
its over and over and over
hear the trumpet whail its sorrow
circling, round, round, round
love, a mist, love to die for
unseen unconditionl surrender
ooohohohoaoh
e,njoy a gin and tonic, and ,dress that ,was fash,ionable at ,som, e point b,ut is in deeper,ate ne,ed of ,recur ,,, , , , rence
the glasses are thick and so is t he smoke that lingers above conv,eras,--------tions and weaves be d,, tween the textu--------res of the deep green trees and their abundant philosophical relatab======le language and you fall into their ro000000000ots, you drUUUUUug their holes and youuuuuu lOOOOOve the earth the same way you love a compliment
Ahhh yeahhh!!!,you're looking the best you have in your life
there is a melody somewhere in the background but your attention is on the person in from of you, the enthusiasm in their voice, and how quickly you are able to agree with them
anticipate like disneyt, tpoets businesses, bartenders, bar menders, cleansers inspectors interpreters judgmenters allocate the spenders reaching out for new vendeor whose the best the lesser??
LET ME GOOOOOOOOO
its warm man, you have a smoke?
swomen, lights, some monument sky high lithe buddah lights little u[p with orange with luck on straight spinnings what was that? take another drink, hey whats your name? I'm from california you like surfing politics I odn'tk know I need to meet my friend
fix fix fix do I need to finish that paper? fixixixifiixx what will my mother say????
you met another guy who is dancing with a girl and he is cool and he is gesturing towards you with his glass of champagne and you
tilt up ystaree he cbottole of beer, but his kindness lingers as you stare into your glass andI smile when? wrong time go away fog forward gly He cracks a really funny joke about your smile
HAHAHHAHAAH
The movie, the movie, those time when I am removed from things and the

My mind balloons and its... delicious

1-1.

Candles shining their share of darknesses
which flicker eternity, fate and existance
one mere reflection of multiversed various matters their light deciphers
eventually
archived deeply within her, saved
nurtured by her pregnance
indices, networks, lexical channels
cross to the Present from long before, prior the Past of Pasts
as she unifies time so far past the Future
when cryptic the numbers that dictate the dates chiseled in
the motherbase library instances cluster
the bedrock scarred by the Titans
expressiveness is.


1-2.

Inexhaustive is
even the variant impression of hers no mortal's letters bear to ever be formally read
where synchronous, tomes over tome-structured serpents
they chant and they slither,
atop each tip of their mercury-tongues
the source of their sorcery springs;
these quills along it sickers their choir
it dances their rhythm of arrows and quivers
down to the point, their spells arc over
over to one another and each.

Enchained by its miracle night sky attire
this is their song that sails it forever
an ink as quick as it is,
their voices, the voices the countlessnesses whail
their haunt what echoes their catacombs, tomb of tomes
as they word her
complex as she is
the one, and ever-written
englyphed by the buried,
terminal line.


1-3.

This is her.
The Compendia Cornucopia
Matrix herself,
the impression of hers reborn in each shadow and candle light battling
shivers from the heat of all crashing comets
composing entire collections of ambivalent legends
contradictionaries filling the infinite eras in darknesses endless
a void unable to be said to devour anymore
as it mocks the Box of Pandora?

To praise, to fear or to wrath
boundaries errendous like those without any sort of conscious control
Definitely, absolutely, not meant to not fail her laws in an indefinite manner,
reality's engine tireless
unbrokenly, until the death blueprint of clockwork causality, destruction unfolds
deemed to die her destiny, duty so certain
demolished architecture crumbling, designed to eventually
more and more with each day
being fading away, and soon will be over
and never be.

What paradox is it which she holds?
More and more with each day
their haunt what echoes their
indices, networks, lexical channels
prior the Past of Pasts
the children are crying the tears
they run down their cheeks
what is it that they see
who it is they yearnfully call
and dreadfully need?


1-4.   [ 2-1? ]

Night sky's navy inscriptions charting a galaxy's tiniest stars in the skins of their arch giants
scrolls bescrawled, figures of clay cast shadows distorted to silhouettes
very specific beauty
as feathers mean flight, so grounding, coals shine their nocturnal shade by their draft's borders loyal to candle's preciously precise sculpturist's accuracy.

Ancient books, old pages, licking
feebling the switchy sheets one lone index finger ages throughout
and observing, sorting, evaluating, rearranging numbers
their patterns finally reveal them
the sacred symbols' shape,
one by one, banished its true name's shape
Born from Chaos, their fruits bearing,
ripe is the time not then, but now!
Table-turning, pages turned in billions
prospected just for the chance of a clue
where to begin, to arrive,
just something to simply suppose
a million books' proposes in pieces
of pattern pieces once puzzling
and now,
eventually ready.