“mellifluous”

A sultry
Southern belle
in a sensuous
Summer smock
Offers a plastic
Shark
Chalice
– brimming with blood –
and I’m consumed by
Her
Cavalier.

The glove compartment lays open upon my lap, panting
Russian science friction
into the damp heaviness.

Beyond the Elysian fields
A pup places his pissy paws
Upon my panting lap
I’m told that
He eats pens and panties
And peeps into Alternate Dimensions
of denim.

See you soon pup!
Now we revolve,
Sipping Gin ‘n eggs
And improvising
high coups.

She waves a red fan
Clearing the smoke-filled air for
Act Two,
which shall unravel
Calliope-slow…

Mirror grotesques
and iron railings will be unveiled
Ordered forcefully
from the depths of dizzy
Disney memories.

We’ll return to the Mississippi
Where the full orange
Moon
– with cloud-shrouded mystery –
Shall command of us, forcefully:
Look at Me!
See!
Through technicolored ‘splosions
Swirling war-story glories
Beneath the stars
Above bumbling barges

Behold me!

Be reborn!

Behind us,
A child will howl:
“This is the best Fourth of July ever!”
Above the brass whoops,
Vibrating animal hides, and
Frightened car alarms,
heat.
like rises
Her laughter
Her eyes a pale blue waterline
rippled with hints of semi aquatic
Wildness

Through us,
Screaming golden pillars of
White-hot light
Rise from
Earthen roots
Up
to kiss her
Lunar boots.

Shadow of the hornless beast
Babble on,
Bobble-Head
Corpus Christi Pez dispenser
Mary hath casteth thee from
Flowering Hands,
mellifluously
A malevolent miracle
Beneath the flood lights
Beaming upon another
Holy facade.

She told me I would dream
Of desperate-for-love cake
Baby kings
Yet it’s Seven a.m.
In New Orleans and
Life is but a Dream that mustn’t
Fall
to
Sleep

Musical Prompt:

Roots/Bluegrass/String/Acoustic Folk Music in the style of the film “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a wry singer

Background:
“Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a row

“Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a row!
“Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” sung by a wry

“Who is ‘Plastic Shark Chalice?’”

“I Decay. But they sure sound, suspiciously, like ‘They Might Be Giants,’ don’t they?”