Saturday Night At Club Theoretical~

~girl meets god and god gives girl wine when all girl wants is good mind~ you've been forwarned~lol

Zaftig perennial
my bend into you, millennial
... hours know you're parting ways
with the bluest moon in her reddest phase
going down, on
V
     E
       R
         T
       I
     G
   O
spinning on a chain of light, ankle bound,
while the lean queen signals, “Release the hounds”
into a mind unfolded
petal by pearl
by pearl, the river of the cosmical urge
or was it comical
a hip surge
into the anatomical
purge
of some sort or another
cry me a river, my brother
discover
pealing at first sign
the retch of gigolos, consign
the plunder, the vine for the rich man’s wine
wassail my little angelus--- who flouted gnash, brash
& clues for empty luminaria
my essential laminaria
washed up on shore in luminescent swirls
the time to cut and skirl, here, now!
immured like lambs in paper tigers?
I question you as well as I here today, now
for Ursula has become a very good girl---her gambol staining rushes
pushes
past and deep into the mix
the cauldron under ministrations of the first, alabaster witch
with a switch in mud
love is just a thread, come undone
cloven dreams inside a Pan
and his melancholy suit
of bone moon in blue
as I pour and pour and stir my date night brew
while he plays
with a bouquet
trips the horns of ideal ideas
turns me into Sappho, then dark Sophia
on a vertical splash
as the world gathers corn,
feet in ash
sneering little pixie girl, takes the Pope for a whirl
she had a little curl
in the middle of her glottal
skips and stops
unfolds
her genes out of the bottle
a cork in amaretto porn
popped with glee, she screams
and are we there, no wait, we're there for our men!
problematic urchins with the scarlet letter bend
we're there as nuns
without habit or conscience
toting guns
flaying all your saints for simple syrups,
simply sterile
while amazonia plants her boots in leather stirrups
laughs away love, laughs away denial;
so, feel us up in the morning, please,
release this ease
rapid
our theoretical notations vapid
in the margins
pulsing electroshock
reality schlock, c**k the barrel of my glock
partially jaded, gasping
kowtowed in half like Houdini, rasping
the girl on a steel edge, left gasping
under the bluest moon
where
he dipped her, made her swoon
left her, made her brood
tied up in an elemental collar
while her girls sway on corners, yelling “Holla”
she trails a path, back, past a ridge
in reverse across the floating bridge
where she bumps into a god
holding out a glass of wine
she dips a curtsy and a smile, asking
“Do you give good mind?”


copyright:2012VictoriaSelene Skye Deme And Aaron Cotton

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Author's Note

Aaron Cotton, in his own words is "An iconoclastic conceptualist. Neo-Symbolist and neo-Surrealist. "I am not for the constructiveness of anything; the concepts and sound I record are the debris of anarchism." Aaron can be found here =)~ http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002712954297#!/profile.php?id=100002712954297&sk=info ~ Aaron's music here ---> http://www.free-scores.com/radio-free-scores.php?compositeur=aaron-cotton&rv=2

Reviews

[RainQueen]

Madre de Dios - What a cyclone of a poem. Your words always flutter,gleam, ann tease perfection,but the pace here, the flow...Mastery...

Once that sneering pixie girl unwinds those genes, she grabs our hand laughing, urging us, dragging us, through the looking glass, down the rabbit hole, late late late, for a very important date...

So we have to read it again. And again.

You most definitely give good mind.

Brilliant. Yet again.

[shultzfeather]

Dismay confusion delight
prowling sensuality glimmershine
cold analysis and sugar sweetness sometimes
then straight up checking the what is up
flipping emotional switches down the stormway on and on

Red edge where lady comes from
tripped breaker to hard on

[asdarkeyesclose]

'he dipped her, made her swoon
left her, made her brood
tied up in an elemental collar
while her girls sway on corners, yelling “Holla”
she trails a path, back, past a ridge
in reverse across the floating bridge
where she bumps into a god
holding out a glass of wine
she dips a curtsy and a smile, asking
“Do you give good mind?”'

great to find a collaboration on your pages. this is gossamer light, the poetry filtering through the consciousness in a all consuming stream of image and rhyme, unexpected twists and turns, emotional, cutting edge. This is writing in which the poetry expands out of itself, driving the writing forward creating something that has a wonderful sense of freedom. simply breathtaking!

[Dave]

Bravo! Beautifully written with some really nice word choices, excellent flow, musical - a really enjoyable read (I read it twice immediately). Keep up the good work.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It read much like when you meet someone you idolize and are disappointed cause they are not who you thought they were.