the Evening Zenith

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    the Evening Zenith

    Invitation to roguish bohemia
    the feast of carnal concupicence,
    kaleidoscopic barmitzvahs,
    lounges with zodiac monsters,
    fire brands, dragons and caricatures
    of the forbidden mischief.
    scorching annelids of sundown
    secularism reserved for the Stentorians,
    Stellars and party animals of sophistry.
    intertwining the execrable stench
    of a barbeque stricken breeze,
    one million skeleton keys,
    all jingling at the orifice,
    to the advance of the volcano world.
    dungeons of red commerce,
    summoning great enfilades
    to the stamping ground of revelry.
    Preferment! Preferment! Preferment!
    for the ethos of ancient Greece
    good timers and keepers of the enthusiastic,
    their veins like tunnels of exstacy,
    for the sports cars driven within...

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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