Donkey Show Versified

A little taste of the mnemosyne, don't drink from the Lethe!
Or you'll loose your past lives in the river of forgetfulness.

Here's an example of the episodic verse that constitutes Mnemosynesiac,
inspired by a painting by Ali Fitzgerald entitled "The Donkey Show."

[Eeyorish]

Interloping barbarian bourgeois first-night rubberneckers dressed in pissburnt yellow-page tuxes inhaled and passed around, cave-painted and conveyed through metal-detectors before being weighed down by solid ground.

I go through 50,000 teeth a year,
The night was never young!
I pass through ever medium with cerebral bores to spare.

Something I hocked into respiration clipped me before I had a chance to sabotage cysts in teething rings with a stink-fisted crib that blinks rainbow pinkeye cryptographs every millisecond that its fed.

Fennel seed and frangipani air polluting vominatrix taken hence.
Clavicles of candy floss massaging mako-ten, like moonwort into goblin pups.
Crystal stalks beanstalk rear, cluster scabs of blusters fawn.

She smoked the wrong side of an anisette cigarette dead set on drafting pipettes of cold sweats.
Tortoiseshell sheathed her unclothed debris; ribs poked at snug bundles of sweat glands as if to make escape possible.

Templar was exemplar; silver cinema camarilla never saw chin-ups in uptown freezers.
Time and time again, time & ½ extruded a quintet of jellyfish threads while socially impotent posturing Cyclops’s continued to address your festers in the back of a wine-sap velvet
rumble-seat as Morgellons.

Illegal immigrants whether tight on quarantini’s or fuddle-toasting stiff-pigs to rows of lorenzini,
all end up in hotel lobbies vacuuming late into the night.

© Justin Parrinello (July 7th, 2008)

Check out Ali's incredable artwork at her website
http://www.alifitzgerald.net/