Thursday, January 2, 2014

for PATTAYA TRADER 214 (C)

YES-COCOON-CONDO-HAD-
THE-DARK-SKINNED-THAI-LADY
Moths encircle a neon-light
that glows like a red-moon in the night.
Full-round as were the breasts
of the red-skinned girl I caressed
last-evening in her very tiny room.
A red-butterfly in that cocoon.

ALWAYS-THE-REAL-DAMN-
SCREW-LOOSE-CAPONE-IS-HE !
He thinks he's damn Al Capone,
hard as nails and heart of stone.
His henchmen are all orang-utans,
will do you any-which-way they can.
Hard as nails, soft in the head,
liquor is no more bootlegged !
Folk can buy a brewery-kit !
Only kidding, but he thinks he's 'it'.

NOT-A-LADY-TRAMLINER-ANYMORE-PAL
I hear the girl is full of fire,
she's a streetcar named Desire,
many a male-passenger along the way.
Now she is in the depot to stay.

Though still burns her wild flame
that old age has yet to tame,
she's settled as a common-law wife
to a huge Marlon Brando type !

A-DAMN-CURSED-CASSANDRA-KIND-
NOW-YOU-ARE
You're a Cassandra
never to be believed
because of the reputation
that you have achieved
by lies you had told
when young and naive.
A female who cries "Wolf !"
are you, folk believe.

THE-CRUEL-HAWK-
AND-THE-DOVE
A hawk on high
swooped from above
a heart to tear, you say,
with jealous love.

But was it love?
Wasn't it jealousy alone
tore the heart
in its frame of bones?

Yea a hawk on high
swooped from above
and tore the heart
of a pure white dove.

AMERICA'S-SO-BIG-
STAGE-ACT-CAPRICORN
The spacecraft named Capricorn
never left for Mars in the film,
and the real mission to the moon
had actors at the rocket's helm
according to some skeptics.
It was the political race
against the Communist Russians
that put men on the moon's surface.
But it was all a very big-act
to hear the skeptics say.
An actor became president though
right there in the U.S.A.

DREAMY-RIDERS-ABOVE-THE-WITCH-WORLD-
THAT'S-SURELY-DOWN-HERE-BELOW
Climb aboard my dream-dragon.
Ah yes pretty girl, ride pinion.
We'll fly above the hag-world
and her multitude of minions.

Climb aboard my dream-dragon.
We'll fly, soar as if into the sun.
Leave below the cold earth
and her multitude of minions.

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