(reinvent) SPINE [^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^-LANGUAGE
April 01, 2004, 00:56

(the narrator now symbolizes his feelings)
“what I like least in others is myself”

{dawn}
“I’ve died more than a campfire gambling 
Chewed up all the thrones of the powdered kings
Taught several nations to forget all their cares
And relax in the lexicon of spine language slang”
Who am I?

[SECRET SIDEBAR:]
They’ve all been foiled
Yes, been wriled by the creases 

[EYEBRIGHT BUGLER:]
I’ve had more names than clamp and crosby
Deceived the seas their seven treaties
And all that’s fickle grey in this world 
All pronounce me by that name:
Pune Bine

{midday}
the flirt with the ringworm scalps
clasps Pune Bine into somnambulistic states.
CLEAN THE SLATE
DEPRESSED, DEPRESSED
Or was it “Sugar used for spying on the bloodstream”?
Except now anything in our mirrors can turn TV.
And pheramone sings the Chinese finger Tramp rumors:
#1:
“we eloped in apache grins,
but chewing on that gum
made me sick.”

Why not stick around for the second act?

#2:
“Pune Bine, the sister with the flyeyes
making love with anyone because she’s Red Barren.
Did you hear the one about ‘And the known nine machine guns’?!?”

Somewhere between the words and whistles, the spine language faded.
Because the melody tramps blacklisted my heart from the saint.
Hello, Chemical.
Applause as we pause “Carpe Diem” under eyelids.

{sundown}
(Green Kisses Blue under The Aquamarine Treason.)
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for in Sadness they have implanted their day glo Czech points. 
(or as they are named by the Dishonorable Sons, the ultra-violet dopplegangers)
The Ultra-Violets must be combated with The Purple Heart,
But where was Pheramone?
[A:] playing sitar in the 60s
[A:] kissing the red from the traffic lights dropping the charges and the purple heart into the gluttonous hive hands of the Red Barren.
(The Red Barren acts quickly and converts our sacred purple heart, once used to feel a thousand sunsets with, into a Czech Trojan) 
(The Red Barren grabs the charges that pheramone has dropped and snaps them like a whip; turning them negative and inverting the world)
(He blows the smoke from red hot bootheels into the calcified pheramone cloud to contaminate the saliva saint.)
(she fumes and snaps like a gasoline tiger tamer) 
(her hair, skin, lips and nails are bleached in albino silk)
(The Red Barren peels her from a pearl paste)
(he takes the Achromatic Dopple-Pheramone in his newly chloroformed Czech Trojan)
The Czech Trojan heads toward the horizon screaming like A Pope:
“How happy is
the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting,
by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine
of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted,
and each wish resign'd.”

{dusk}
Pune Bine, daughter of the Widowmaker, is hungry for a womb of troubadours.
The Chinese Finger Tramps ready their patent leather lips,
Distinguished binocular veins spot the Czech Trojan in the sky.
[CLOSE UP:]
The Red Barren lulls the white hot Dopple-Pheramone into his swollen veins.
They toast ultra-violet bulbs inside the husk of the purple heart.
They distort the sky like a full set of teeth
Annihilating each kiss like sparking filaments;
playing their tongues like castanets.
The sands of Salvation City, the clear veins of Vienna 
Every woman adores a Barren
Like a story of endless ending 
Barren heart of a bruiting grin;
To bite a pretty purple heart in two…

The Czech Trojan disperses into the Salvation City ambience, 
Where it pours green envy over ambient lights.
The Finger Tramps follow the scent
Into the secrets of the deadly Sidebar Strand…. 
Little does Pheramone know she is falling into the hands of 
PUNE BINE and her CHINESE FINGER TRAMPS…

{twilight}
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(to be continued)

[END VIENNAGRAM:]