.......
........
retroflex is neither the shape to twist
bow arms, or sweat to form brow--
a rhythmic drip crescendo
............. [you notice this serenade starts
in your spine, but do not grasp its mystic]
whets finality
with your privation
to tap
incessantly in ears.
-
may take awhile to introduce you to
phonographs or tape
reels rolling backwards Muddy Water tunes,
where Satan hoodoo-speaks
................as you out-hum
your most vocal parts
............1. diaphone
............2. heavy moan
............3. biofeedback
inserting falsetto in a raw voice box
...... [you gullet worm of blue gleeks out tunes]
which moves to your joints like erratic bongos from 1930 jungles
of limb and fist.
It's high time at Red Jaw, my man--so the sax says in wailer's voodoo
-
can you feel the juju-mad head crack?
..........something's gotta split to feel its form
..........something's gotta give, they say
-
its phonic rhythm punctures your brain
....tell me, is it right to assume the catalyst is a furious
......amphitheater done stretched out your clavicles, man?
Or rib-jive with an auto-erotic sense of naked sound?
In continuum with all that indulges itself
like so
--
and so you think you're Escalante, holding
......onto one note for hours--
...............think if tongue is this limber,
imagine what it's like in bed--
it's like you're having your dick licked and she tells you
she could do it for hours
..................... [just like that]
or maybe it's more emasculating
and less of a fantasy play
........where you're back in your bedroom
playing a tube sock at the end of your cock
--
and this stranger sings to you from a broken
record player
Keep jivin'...
keep jivin'...
keep jivin'...