Monday, December 11, 2006

Hell is alliteration (incomplete experiment in Poshlost)

Up along the emerald road I move towards an inauspicious end.


Acrosonic rosy-orange spheres sing an enchanting melody...
La Lo Lu La Lo Lu.

Blissful bubbly bumbling beauties break up...
La Lo Lu La Lo Lu.

Candy-stripped chiaroscuros conceal crumbling tomorrows...
La Lo Lu La ---

Detached, delayed, determined - ending in destitute disillusion...
La Lo Lu ---

Everything eternal ends expectedly...
La Lo ---

Fiery fervent faithful fools fry forever...
La ---

Og God Og! Go Dog Go!
Human hunters howl homilies,
In honor of the Divine most Deceased;

Jove jibes jubliantly about
Kinaesthetic kenosis:
"Long live the King
May he lay securely supine in his tomb."

Noxious noetic naugahyde emits
the Odour of orgulous optimism;

Petrified pretties peel away,
Quieted quickly,
Runs from ramshackle ruins, and
Slithers stridently in search for sham salvation.

Throwing things 'til the tumult thunders to a thud
Undines utter usurious uncertainties
Voluminous vulva vassicillate violently
With white winter whirling, wound - waiting for Wilde,
Xenophon's Xanadu,
Yellow Yucatan youth,
Zig-zagging zaniness.