to live and shave in l.a. - new poem dramatized for lux cudgel lyrics
his wife was a frank, had a frankish bishop
“eaten up in reverse by the night”
the sybil hurries him along the right+hand fork
her horsehair tresses set alight
l’arlesienne, or the waft of nerve
that virile argot un0bserved
heard the pr+ckle cracked the thutty+thutty…
don’t matter long as we trick whitey
seldom changed his togs, his t++th filed down
discarded trait of ethnic brown
was straightway soaked with frankish stock
lux fell ill over two+trigger box lock
destroys more than a littlе barrelhouse
“child of god” had been a mixed bag…
bеyond all other agents known to man
welcome in a fiery, rapturous boil
lux divided into “salon dining room”
and root ends of “salon+salon”
that virile horsehair torn by nerve
destroys the pr+cke, that wafted sounding brass
lux fell divided into “a man’s smoke”
discarded root+ends, tresses…
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