lounge mus...
when that cool drifts out of the basement spins on the platter of our sunsplashed roof top pool spilling the bowl of succulence cocktails shifted pink it sounds obscene and looks more organic than contrived for our dining and dancing pleasure as it was so it shall be with the same sweet flesh of chilled shrimp tails as cold as their home snapping muscles quiet until they hit the floor again in the dance of waste the obsidian gleem cutting the short dog meant to run its gamut but clipped like speech describing the fall shocked by the deconstruction so chipper on the slide at the party of the children whose parents play for their own good and add their grind to the stock making it all the more unpalatable this music belongs in the ground it is too anyone can fly but to live to fly another day will dawn on one as only a beginning like the importance of the enda poem written 9/11/01 returns for little reasons with one word missing for the same Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 04:41 AM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV 17 • 0 • 9
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"when that cool drifts out..."