Jazzmin Flush

   
   "Jazzmin Flush"
   
   Asexual.  Not a naughty word--in fact, beautacious, but it gets you labelled a weirdo.  Jazzmin Flush didn't care; that would womb despair.  Got her cherry thieved away by a brute at fourteen--some desperate dude thought he'd show her his lengthy strength.  Him stinking of pride and dominance, like he owned her, and he did, for one defenseless minute.
   Then came the abortion.  She couldn't live knowing his beast was blossoming in her belly.  Anxiety is not a strong enough word.  Next, the pernicious purgatory of guilt.  Self hate.  A lost sister.  An aspect of herself having had the wicked synergy of a violating seaman.
   Jazzmin Flush was twenty-two now.  Healed.  Celibate.  Residing in the Angelic City of California during a future nowadays.  Delivering her poetic pamphlets to the mentally homeless while making a taco her and there to afford a basement filled with gregarious mice.  And she had no friends.  Just looks.  Gawks.  Guys thinking her lesbianiac cause she wasn't spreading like crunchy peanut butter.      But they loved her--with hate.  Her dirty blonde mane and chocolate brown eyes highlighting curves gone golden.  

Nuclear Reverence

   
   "Nuclear Reverence"
   
My Holy God--I'm such an ass--
A personal power-play wombed uncouth is a braggart's mail-order, switch-blade sass;
Regardless, the Sub-Gods, below the Divine Perimeter
Are still like unto nuclear power--a heavy hitter,
And AMERICA, haunted by the Holy Spirit of 1776
Will perpetually guard from thuggish hicks;
As a result, respect and comprehend the Defensive Dome,
For it guards All LOVE'S endless home.  
   

Lady Jaye & Reagan: Hot Women In Cold War

   
   "Lady Jaye & Reagan:  Hot Women In Cold War"  
   
LADY JAYE
Staff Sergeant = E-6
Airborne and Ranger Qualified
Expert:  M-16 and Reflex Crossbow
Fluent in several tongues
Like Bram Stoker, did some time @ Trinity College

* * *

The Gipper and Mikhail "Gorby" Gorbachev knew,
Poonani would the United States unglue,
For curvaceous ladies in popular 1980's fishnet thigh highs
Can persuade almost any non-monkish CIA guy;
Alas, Ukraine needs restrain,
Waring with love in a seductive game
Instead of killing for geographical claim--
Lady soldiers adore giving an arrogant man shame--
Oh well,
Better than drinking from a nuclear water-well.   

Marie Santo: French Burrito

   
   "Marie Santo:  French Burrito"
   
Je vous salue, Marie,
Your unearthly spirit is luminously pretty;
Thus, dissolve your medical marijuana under your tongue for OCD;
Next, engage in the play of love with your Catholic mechanic, having matrimony,
For you love baseball in the City of Angels,
And soon a holy daughter will womb extend--a mirror image of navels
With you;
You are the magnanimous glue
Of America,
Giving no hysteria. 
  

A song for Jango Fett (4)

     
   "A song for Jango Fett (4)"
   
Slave 1 rocketed Milky Waywards in the Year of Our Lord, 1985,
Before a suavely cool, 21st Century President got phobic about bulldog politicians alive--
Sublime leaders should love wacky monks even if unto the Otherworld they dive;
Anyway, near where Crockett and Tubbs incarcerated an IBS patient for marijuana ingestion;
Next, American prison rapes with rancorous beef injection;
Regardless, Jango Fett anchored Slave 1 on Orlando's Disney,
Thinking their princesses non-curvy and kinda swizzle stick pretty--
But YUM, them Mandalorian women,
Which drive warriors to mate for life if they want their nutsac to keep on living;
Still, Jango cleared his mind of It's a Small World Jedi-Mind-Tricking his brain,
Attempting to find mystical Miska and her punkish, sub-cultural fame;
Fortunately, she spotted him first,
Crashing through Dumbo's ears in her Rock the Casbah hearse--
She knew his armor gleamed with true celestial steel
Instead of child-safe plastic that fooled Disney's kids into admitting myth sooooo real. 
  

A song for Jango Fett (3)

   
   "A song for Jango Fett (3)"
   
1985--
Reagan thriving, nuclear, and wisely alive;
Moreover, a simple girl trying to make her way in the Multiverse,
Singing punk rock and moonlighting by way of piloting a hearse
Adored the conscious effulgence of shimmering stars;
Mystically keen that a steeled bounty hunter had once been, long ago, to Mars;
Thus, disgusted with liar reptilians perverting the nature of Eve and Adam--
This Floridian punk rocker, Miska, sent timeless turquoise communication beyond the chasm--
Jango Fett heard the past resonating from his nearby approach to the Moon Ooba,
Punching Slave 1 in the time-traveling direction of Miska's once courageous swim from Cuba;
Alas, could this awesome aura of stone-cold man
Rescue her from the demon-haunted Earth--her besmirched homeland?
   
   * * *

M & M:  Mystics and Mutts.  Miska's Band.  Here's a sub-cultural song sung in the underground, Reagan era:
My half-brothers are ugly cause my step-dad,
Him a reptile from Serpens Constellation, and proudly glad--
Hubris fuels his wicked soul
Thanks to THE FORCE I will not be sucked into the Black Hole.  

Misinformation in the good ol' USA

   
   "Misinformation in the good ol' USA"

Cunning coyotes (death lessons) slaughtered in aimless score,
Yet domesticated dogs kill a plethora of people, myriads more;
Next, uncouth terrorists labeled idealists gelling with their religion pure,
But unaware, are they, of Arch-Angel Gabriel giving the gift of literacy to poets sure;
Moreover, the poppy is the physics of the Dao Symbol, being both life and death,
Yet regulators on life make the fooled use it like meth;
Alas, sow the American Indian Seed--not the dirt devils pushed by government agencies,
For introspective freedom drives the fork-tongued crazy.