June 26, 2002

Heavens Of Terpsicore
for Rebecca

you are crazy as a loon
bon-ee-dune you
make me swoon
swoon on pharmaceutical near-full moon
i adhere to your ash-smeared
cartoon elephant gray gaze
your lobster thermadore desire
your salted lager longing in pin-pricked
nightshade never-never land
you say be nice to you
and you will fall in love
and i doorknob reach out a hand
catch yours as your feet dangle
in the blood-drained death white cloud
and monoxide blue bloated sky, up!
upward you fall toward the swivel-dick
heavens of terpsicore
my mutant muse
and together you and i amuse
the parked masses
rolling our tar baby bag lady monster cars
through blue briar patch streets and
eisenhower vermouth vector-straight interstates
straight for the straight and
who could have foreseen
the miracle
of hell-bent me
and you..

you nightshade mythic princess
of the in-spire`d ride
free
to roam
and grow
let go
fly
and
relish
your slow
mad hatter
crawl to ecstasy.

-RSM


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