This is from the workshop of Memphis Writers Ensemble. It is a group effort of several authors. A very interesting exercise with very interesting results....Thanks Valentine!!
Ah, the cultivation of virtue, of rotational motion executed.
Instantaneous changes in store for the soiree attendee
Man's nature, inborn, fraught with assumption
The voice of the body, a spiritual being,
coincides with freedom and security-
like an escapee of known matter.
This shindig, this bacchanalia
with vibrational patterns in a fixed exchange rate.
Imbeciles! The truth is before the eyes.
An acceleration, like rivers rushing to the sea,
it has become a spinning and nihilistic object de art-
confederacies of ladies in serpent skirts, their pointed toes dipped in white milk.
Private excitations of rushing pheromones, like rivers rushing and hushed and whispery.
Transvestite-like, five-star, clown suited generals worshiping man
while dancing the cha-cha with
within every primal garden
where Juntas of erect stems
constantly shed blue blood.
like breathable air around gaudified innocence.
The cannibals chomp through pubic hair.