exquisite possum

intro: coincidental slow gait
1-2, 2-4
for the measure

it walks, it talks with a possum,
slightly accented French with lisp
and limp from years ago

very sexy
on the tip of things
all strung out
all accepting

IT, the thing came in
on the wisp of a chair hind
………..

wait, this is stupid, my waiting
Donna or Suzanne will be my guide
to sound effects that affect my thang
I pick Donna, who holds my hands
all four

the possum squirms

she (the possum) is oriented north so we
follow
gripping grips, fists to fist
through gate and trellis

I am first to suffer cuts and bleed
needing to view closer with mag glass
bent plastic

bright self powered lights are needed
down in the tubes
we have bags for sleeping on
the mostly hard stone floors

down deeper to the possum's exquisite hole
Donna's braided hair seen only
in the flashlight glare of the Possum's Lair

end of part one, part II for good boys and girls sports tight riding jophers and khaki slacks
Preview of part II:
Donna slides down a slippery hole boots first while the Hammond organ player reaches symbolically, her silk gloved hand ending in waving motions.
her partner of choice, the tympani player with the very muscled black biceps bangs big, bold and beautiful for the twosome treading tenderly.

oh hell,
rough sketches, in gray…
the possum plays cards ruthless
she has a family, they are frightened
they are sheltered only by a tree
a cedar
frosted and christened

Andre' learns but gossips little
he gets hay for beds
gnaws a hole for the full moon
to fall in. There is a screaming guitar
that makes no sense. The Doug at the house
structure that makes no sense but made this.

Wink to all, and to the Donna,

© I love us exquisite possum with a mustache productions~

end of part I

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damn choirs
and their satisfying hard
base chords with voice