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By: Dreadlox33~

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The Agora’s lobby ventilation system was inoperable

Evidenced by the dense blue haze of smoke

Hanging above

The attending avant-garde crowd.

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Leopard girls with blackened eye mascara

Applied with a caulking gun

Sang L’America…

And knew all the words verbatim.

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Back stage a silver spoon full of

China White heroin…

The mood of choice…

And a bottle of Jack Daniels,

Were being passed around by the band

To incarnate their spirit.

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There was no front band.

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At Eight-twenty a sweaty leather-pant zombie

Standing with eyes glazed over

And Sampson-like curls

Took over the spotlight.

“When I was back there in seminary school…

There was a person there

Who put forth the proposition…” he began.

An urchin rebel prophetising;

Transforming the wild whores

In attendance as they began

Lip-syncing his words.

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Riot police stood waiting in the wings.

With long phallic-like nightsticks…

Irony in hand.

Obedient reptiles

At the theatre of copulation.

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How does one become…a lizard king

With the “maids in the hallway bickering?”

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The drug-binged haruspex

Began chanting about a blood-red river…

and rainbowed pagodas;

While the arena filled up with poetic dissonance

And the acrid smell of hashish.

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Propagate…

Dominate…

Ride the snake…

Masturbate.

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Disgusted…

The “men-in-blue” moved into position

To restrain and control

And arrest

…the soft asylum.

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~ …..ian

~ 10-26-10