Enclosed lipstick opal vanities whisper pockets of illegal fairy gospel truths.
Wander seeking the principles of nature that give nature its course.
I take that course. Every solstice and bloom of red blood rose.
Obscure vampires sneering—waiting to sink insipid fangs into vast layers of unending and oh so very susceptible neck!
I'm feeling positively 'beat' and cool goin' down to rustic millennial Route 66
"Radar Love" playing on real groovy ragtime seats
Hipsters just a swingin' to some jolly old 1934—era of the Great Fiesta
Smuggle BEAT pop bop Betty Boop bootleg moonbeams
With pretty petite purple intricate abstract bandannas
Thou art Criminal my ethereal- iridescent star-spangled darling! ! Criminal; my fair companion lady! Thou art thy regal fruit fly!
The lights are flashing and badges are tailing us
We rev our mad stock moonshine motors and put our polished feet to the decadent gas pedals—
I TURN to see!
The 18th Amendment DRAGS in the 21st century gravel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem