by Steve Eng |
Categories:
introspection, life, nostalgia, passion
Ernest Dowson was a singer of the saddest, tritest tune,
Of the fawning, futile love that poets blame upon the moon,
And his lyrics all were painted on the margin of the page,
So his water-colored lines were barely noticed by his Age.
Wine-and-roses, and Cynara, floating lonesome in the air
Of the foggy yellow Nineties, in a Soho restaurant where
An Italian fickle waitress cracked a poet’s dream, yet made
His exquisite, fragile verses, faintly flower, not to fade.
07-01-72
Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Regno Cynarae & Vitae Summa Brevis
by Allan Terry |
Categories:
dance, music,
your song is a woman
and she
phat azz sh--!
foo reel
she sweet and tangy
witt sum love
to provide
hip as she wanna be!
grab my thang and steer yo
right in your face
and say
" I want summa dat!"
foo reel dough
dat's sum smooth sweet meat
got sum inches
to fill them spaces , captain
yo girl is
lower, neath dah menz!