At the CAFE MOMUS

To the CAFE MOMUS grown like weeds,

by a coffee-shop and marijuana dispensary

talking about the stone-fruit of ancient Egypt: as in petrified fruits and breads found in tombs

waiting for their order they were so high they didn’t even know why they were there

the stucco idol of a gilded Ganesha stood over their table (high on legal marijuana) having come on down to Baba’s for some of their famous rum-cake, discussing the latest movies and the recent lockdown and lifted curfews, stoked on coffee a well-known laxative and incitation to sedition for discussing the possibility of Revolution with the waitress who was practicing politics (who was a lot less high than they were); or would martial law put an end to all that? umbrellas and colored vests and all. We poor of the elite universitarian scum, contenting ourselves with stone fruits and metal flowers which accumulated the smell of cigarettes.

Alpha Wolf Pack and all, signing off on the end of classes, enjoying their final cigarettes downtown, final exams and thesis statements looming months down the road, who had overspent on snow-white powder so now had to get their kicks from challenges to their universal opinions, the girl in glasses with the bright red lipstick had the beak for a rolled up paper bill, powdered her nose before continuing the debate. Bold statements across the cafe tables (tablettes) uninstantly swallowed, make sure you take it on food, starting things off on a paradox as usual

for the sedative stimulant glow

just a glorious Friday Night

as usual among friends

but it seemed like nothing nourished us, but carried the shape in stone, and scentless flowers, hard and gleaming, an eatless feast

you lit up my Lyfe in the Rosy Golden room (a final drag)

the Best Damned Woman

nipply aureoles of aurora

dawning protrusion

before you break my heart how can it be wrong, when it feels so right?

think it over

that was worse than it sounded

that sounded worse than it was

Seeing with compound eyes

hearing the zither of the universe supreming back my baby love duo

i need ur luv

all the musettes on a note-line string partitioned into beats

so stop

in the name of love

b4 you change your mind—such a snaphappy moocher he wuz

the “involuntary” erection of abuse

Hearing with compound ears

et leurs bailla Mardigras pour mot de guet

ADDIO ROMA addio patria

addio amici addio

compendium of the senses

what was divulged in a Kindergarten staff meeting

SENSORIUM in florescent

bathroom training

to evacuation

earthquake drills

wash your hands staying safe zoom zoom

a lion’s roar roomed

roam

roared

adieu fière cité

patience wept my crazy love to see such sorts

o ces nuits d’exstase

Nostalgia for the mummeries of the Megalesia

wild Phrygian mummery and fabulous clap-trap

and gave unto them MARDIGRAS as watch-password

scum in

the florescent lit toilet with

when pigs fly,

the Fourth Book of Rabelais\

but a spinwheel kaleidescopic adventure time (sty) advertisement in the red light district

to stay

The AGONY and the ECSTACY,

a BDSM LESBIAN Porn Reel for thirsty wolves of johns on the other end of the tube

a breastival in girl on girl in pinched aureole action and the firmness of shaved carpet-munching kisses

her glossy mane flickt back, with the whip cascades her curves

as ocean spray the shapely rock

in salt spray caverns

she goes lustily down on her partner after switch patch painwork, reddened with the paddle, lying down and standing up

leather and heel

and the smack wet Sapphic kiss of reconciliation

spectators drool

on the arena, into the sawdust

No Pain, No Gain: A Sequel

the Ecstasy and the Agony

to sweat the sweet blood tears

for Springtime

Red Lantern Boutique and all its glossy sheetporn, shaking its booty on the shelf

(the donna effect)

Lady Freya

a nighttime raid into the caverns of Venus pinkened silk

the great mount, harbor of retreat

that her little lapdog could learn about

(it’s Friday I’m in love) Lady Venus

devout to his lady and mistress

DOMINA effect [the]

over puffy linens,

these rosy breezes the Inadvertent Dominatrix

the Spanish Tickler: A “Fly Song” Extracted from the Great Sherry Heist

Spanish Fly

in aphrodisiac and aphrodisiac tricklers

keeping pace with the beast base

Guitar Hero Cuchulain (essentialized) Van Halen’s Air Guitar ghostly bars

the Celtoid Cithar Hero Long Haired Head Banger

no longer a slang-wanger

la génération andouillique\

forth from the desolate spirit caverns