Back to youth's ink well buxom lux!
I imagine he would say
hold me close
sifting the sea through your hair;
It's a slow ferry, the Lagiva from Rijeka to Split -
a short juant to your city from here!

With this prelude to our first kiss - denouement
the scent of the Adriatic a year gone from my clothes,
flashing 3 strokes of his lightening bolt
the heir to an unexpected fortune
"la fée verte" would come about
pick me up at the corner of 20'th and 1'st
where I worked about this time in the Pueblo of NYC
fattening the bird with a plot to the cemetery
the fool with the dashing centurian.

Mojo expresso klicatia, he would hack
clackle the zzzzzz's of my keyboard were the spurs of his knuckles
feathering a washboard with bowbelled cockles
calling from a waterworld through a maze of cubicles - Poiseden himself!

Argh pit-tew
Wake up Lolita!
he would spring my brood concubinate
toggle the kill switch and start button as he throttled my heart throb
thinking nothing sounds diviner than a half-cocked boilermaker
asleep with her mouth open gargling carbunkles;
Let's get cooking!
our intestines in sync with our pesto;

It's not too late to clank our swashbuckling rapiers
splintering piss in the air
upon which he nuzzled his barge to my pushover
balanced his beard
his lips to my navel
plunk downed the shooter
I repeat
plunk downed the chaser
tongues sticky with the sting of yellow jack;

That I knight jump on the back of his scooter
dab him Don Juan Diago Sir Flop aflutter
son of an earth shaker in the guise of a mummer
the bullwhip of this licorise twisted caper
the black cowl of his sackcloth cinched like a foreskin over his nose
lit like the son of a Cyrano.

Masking the rank of my flesh
as yet picked clean as his ghoul's coat of arms
a red white and blue five pointed crown
atop a chessboard for another day
1 down ? to go - my miniature peon carved in bone;

Janjetina he would mead
guild my lips with honey for the journey
tied to the button of his crevet
squeeze my knees
breathing his leather breathing
that we build our cobbled archways for cafes of tomorrows;
come fly with me my countrymen, come fly with me and stay!

02/26/2013

Author's Note: "la fée verte" aka absinthe, green fairy in french.
boilermaker is beer served with a shot of whisky.
intestine: internal affairs of ?
concubinage; not legally married, common-law.

Posted on 02/26/2013
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