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Clubbing with Alley Oop
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Clubbing with Alley Oop |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
he feels like Alley Oop or perhaps the Grand Vizier just a caved-in cartoon shaman with a chicken bone in his nose enigmatically disappearing like the dinosaurs from the pages of Sunday and time extracting an occasional memory like a comic strip watercolor fading in the rain to blanket a bum in the park spending Saturday night appeasing the dragon drinking from a sacrificial horn self-chained to an altar of booze and smoldering butts still clubbing for female favors though doing his best not to get caught dragging them home by the hair "If at first an idea is not absurd, there is no hope for it." |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
Well, Coyote... I was going to cut and paste a few lines from this to commemorate my "I RELATE!" feelings, but, I'd have to have cut and pasted the whole damn thing... sans maybe the "female" line, but I'd just replace it, using poetic license, with the obligatory "male", and then it'd all work. Yet, ultra-self-appeasing understanding I must shout out at your "extracting an occasional memory" stanza, for this one, o', I know him well. Thanks for sharing a misery that predicates a knowledge of not-aloneness. Great, Great poem. Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Wow! Thanks Purity, I hear ya! CB 8) "If at first an idea is not absurd, there is no hope for it." |
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