Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness*
They thought of Gnostic sages, argued, squabbled
basked in the sun,
in that lush, topless retreat
of unusual loves, lovers.
Their love negated a=~b
An algebra equation of staggering proportions,
It was evil to fogy, insipid men,
libelers of The Satanic Verses.
Ideas, counter ideas
leads to Adam & Eve,
Lusty apples, the lost of Eden
Faust, the rebel Angel,
Brief dangling with the crisis
of existence drifted to W B Yeats
who observed the CENTER ‘decentred’,
oddities, things fall apart.
The lovers head back to hotel
Ending erudite exchanges at sunset
Letting love toys take over,
they sizzle later with sex.
Their sultry bodies quiver,
setting the virile East on fire.
* lines from Jim Morrison’s L.A Woman
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