Your Passion Play
[I saw "pork 'n bean promises." I took it from there. Ms. Stein in the house. Anything else probably ain't worth asking.]
"Had enough of your pork 'n bean promises. I visualize Andy and his hoard of plenty. I never figured you for decimation."
"I forge my way. The simplicities always seem to shipwreck the fallacies. I'm more a pigs in blanket man."
"More film school nonsense. I ride the covers, between ptera- and -dactyl."
"Iambic pentameter's more my style. I buried Berrigan and Notley, both in their shabby cardigans. Pretense and the loveliest of shams. I'm partial to corned beef filibuster, when I ain't livin' off the shells."
"I tend to cruise the beaches when that happens. My noli me tangere glistens under the soldered moons. I hesitate to mention - "
"Then don't. Do yourself the favor. Five clenched his teeth; trucking his bosom friends, tarrying by the water's edge. Hell of an edge it was."
"More simplification, sadhu. You might want to run off left tackle. Holes there Pavarotti could spin through."
"I never filch. I'm on Downcrust Avenue."
"All my puddles in Osiris green."
"Veggie man, back from the heydays? He tip off JC on the back from the dead gig? Some kind of Martian flashdance?"
"You weighed your heart yet?"
"No point. Weighs a ton. Ammit would have my ass."
"Always wondered whose feather."
"One mightier than the other? I think not."
"Best to titrate it anyway."
"Truth. Sheeit. Feed that to the crocs, Ray."
"It's a tender spot. Fanta feeds the soul. We regale it. I ain't seen hide nor hair of that action in a long time."
"May I present - "
"Bardo fools. Nothing more."
"You sure about the caress?"
"It simplifies things. Amplifies the sugar fields."
"The blackening night, cher. The blackening night."
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