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ArtistA 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
A young woman sitting in a car's back seat, wearing a light blue dress with a collar. She holds a glass of red drink, exuding confidence, with a playful accessory nearby. A golden field is visible outside.