(Photograph by Jerry Uelsmann)
The Event
below the surface
filthy in every which way rendezvous
at ground level
the hangover cure cafes
not so hidden, hidden brothel retreats
divinely cut-loose ever so purple showgirls
all-inclusive sexual indulgence
the wizardry of New Orleans jazz migrated
potent blinding nectarous spirits
voluptuous fly-by-nights
a stained mattress for spare change
the feckless drag of syphilis and gonorrhoea
purest decadent heaven
for the young scribblers
the budding philosophers
the pubescent painters
the theatrical muses
sweet dreamers one and all
Yet what is this she hears? Tantalizing dreamers brought to their knees? Subjugated? The grapevine never lies. In the twinkling of an eye, the self-proclaimed Presidente La Sandmano and his menagerie of debauched (they would, of course claim otherwise) compatriots have seized control. The Land of Nod, a safe-haven no more for those gifted sleepers inclined toward the offbeat pleasures of scandalous scarlet rose petal…
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