Jazzmin Flush (7)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (7)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush sways Thomas to elegantly exit the less than modest trailer, entering outside--into the daystar shimmer divinely dancing about the City of Angels.  Once outside, Thomas ignites a Cuban, cherry-flavored cigar, puffing away on the tobacco magic, one arm against the trailer to get his land legs back.   
  
THOMAS
It is time to be positive; negativity always attempts to tear the lovely world down, and Terra needs optimism on Her surface.
  
JAZZMIN
There ya go guy.
  
THOMAS
Yeah--it's Survival of the Wolfish!
  
JAZZMIN
What?  Darwin you talk'n?
  
THOMAS
People hear that and they loathe the lame.  Let them die.  They're weak and useless; thus, the wolfish thrive, intoxicating Mother Earth with selfishness, believing themselves canonized by greatness--when it's all a Divine Quiz or something.  But truly, Survival of the Superb should exist within a City of God.  Laying down your life force for the lame, igniting them and their wise knowledge of having known neglect; next, they become someone's friend till the very end, perpetuating the truly awesome. Greater love hath no man--
  
JAZZMIN
That lay down his life for another.
  
THOMAS
And to ponder--I once smacked my nephew with a copy of TOM SAWYER, but now I know I could have inspired him to read it instead of forcing him to do so.  
  
JAZZMIN
You like tacos?  Your sister and me use plenty of yummy guac.

White Coyote and Virgin of Guadalupe

   
   "White Coyote and Virgin of Guadalupe"   
   
Sprawling suburban and rural around,
Skulking sweetly with a teacher's sound--
Coyote Cool spotted the Great, Virgin Saint,
Knowing the Virgin of Guadalupe does not deny love--will with the impoverished acquaint;
Hence, a piece of boiled fish
Materialized for the coyote's faithful wish.  

Jazzmin Flush (6)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (6)"
   
   After a protracted, bizarre symposium on the super-serum known as Truth, which is a bitter pill for yeast and man-cheese, Thomas invited Jazzmin Flush into his humble abode.  There, throned upon carpet and ash, Thomas entertained the angelic poet, her kneeling down next to his skeletal emaciation.   
  
JAZZMIN
Man--you look real bad.
  
THOMAS
Monks get steeled by neglect.
   
JAZZMIN
You might wanna eat a cheeseburger, or six of them.  I suggest plenty of mayo, and pour some gravy over them too.
   
THOMAS
I'll try.

JAZZMIN
Will you?  Look Thomas, it doesn't matter what girls and their hypersensitive males holding extinguished torches say.  The Total Truth is a Super-Sublime Brute at the end.
  
THOMAS
I've sinned as well, but I always set my scrotum hairs aflame.  
  
JAZZMIN
Don't do that!  Crap guy, remember Muhammad Ali--that guy offered not the bullbeans of bravado when he spoke of the Divine.
  
THOMAS
What did he say?
  
JAZZMIN
Something like:  I AM THE MAN OF THE LAND . . .

Queen Leia

   
   "Queen Leia"
   
Why do creepy guys drool over me in Jabba's bikini?
Are they attempting compensation for Force-thin linguine?
Look--I'm a nice Lady,
And kissing my brother is as hearty as Mon Mothma's gravy,
But Han Solo is the scoundrel for me--
So know:  Urinating on Hoth will an icicle pee be.  

Quasi-Albino, Punk Cut, Mourning Blade . . .

   
   "Quasi-Albino, Punk Cut, Mourning Blade . . ."
   
Alas, sophisticated synergy of femme fatale with the Gods
Is wisdom's fruit, like unto borrowed nods
From above--within the Empyreal Spangle,
Where all written life does like unto a fig from a tree dangle;
Thus, lace up them boots,
Allowing Lady Patrick to blow away mostly scarlet-necked coots.  

Jazzmin Flush (5)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (5)"
  
Jazzmin Flush knocks on Thomas' trailer door under purple sunset of Californ--IA.  She's got a Dodger cap on, looking golden.  Hears feathery footsteps quicksilver around in locked retreat.  Says the name "THOMAS" 29 times until there's an answer from behind the cheap barrier.
  
JAZZMIN
You okay buddy?  Your sister asked me to pray for you.
  
THOMAS
Are you that weirdo poet named Jazzmin?

JAZZMIN
I'm the weirdo?
  
THOMAS
Look, I just wanna be left alone.

JAZZMIN
To torture yourself?

THOMAS
Worked out well for plenty of the Saints.

JAZZMIN
Come on guy--the world is blooming.

THOMAS
With toxins and poison people--vipers I tell ya, everywhere.
  
JAZZMIN
Snakes can be charmed.
  
THOMAS
By rich people.
  
JAZZMIN
You got me there.

THOMAS
Hey Jazzmin--you know what Jesus has been doing for the last two millennia?  He's been trying to figure out how to return and kick everybody's ass without hurting their feelings.

JAZZMIN
He's such a nice Lord.

American Language; plus, Anchors Aweigh

   
   "American Language; plus, Anchors Aweigh"
   
President Clinton discriminates not;
Indeed, he adores all flavors of the Multiversal Knot;
Alas, America is a wacky dictionary--
We invented hamburgers with mayo, and a Hebrew Pickle dandy;
Thus, college is crafted to get you in their economic design,
And Plato knows--we've been refashioned soooo much--she's got the cerebral line,
But Christ's wise action dictates to obey man's law too;
Unfortunately, a local Deputy Dawg can be the ruination of Federal True.