aphorisibles from the nudist colony
*
We change frequency to that very Burgundy bar just off Lower Main Road
*
Abraxas spots an Angel, asks her what Baggage she’s carrying.
She slaps him.
Slaps Him again.
He says “mercy” and buys her A glass of unpasteurized milk
that she promptly pours Over his head.
He moves to the open window And drips onto the glue-sniffing street Kids
that litter the Observatory pavement.
*
How deep you go Abraxas! Mocked the Fly from Its illustrious position on the wall.
“But the Young girls don’t want deep, Abraxas, they want Party, Party! They want shake it! Shake it!”
*
Abraxas the sleep walker: always on time.
*
A man in an Hawaian shirt winks at Abraxas. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Abraxas, confused, Punches the man, who bleeds to death, rapidly.
“I’m really sorry I did that”, Abraxas laughs, “This round’s on me!”
Everyone in the bar cheers. The corpse is covered with blind roses.
A Touch of the wind in the circle.
Abraxas is Intrigued by how well the homicide has gone Down with the crowd.
“I might become popular After all!”, he chuckles to himself.
*
What is a maniac?
Abraxas frowns.
Someone who dares not to be grey
In this make-believe world.
*
The only thing between woman
and her true sexual nature
is false morality.
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