"The Summer Home, Summer Not" Travelogue Jam
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Fill the hot tub up.
Plug it. Take a piece of
Ivory soap. Put a toothpick
in it. Take a leaf from a tree
outside. Drape it on the
toothpick. Sail on the bar.
Ivory floats. Do not pull
the plug. Clean travel.
Bring a fishing pole.
Catch a few bubbles.
Catch a few rays.
Sip a few suds.
Catch a bit of a buzz.
Get naked. Climb in.
Sail on, sail on!
What a trip!
Plug it. Take a piece of
Ivory soap. Put a toothpick
in it. Take a leaf from a tree
outside. Drape it on the
toothpick. Sail on the bar.
Ivory floats. Do not pull
the plug. Clean travel.
Bring a fishing pole.
Catch a few bubbles.
Catch a few rays.
Sip a few suds.
Catch a bit of a buzz.
Get naked. Climb in.
Sail on, sail on!
What a trip!
- Doreen Peri
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I'm painting a picture of a clown.
He's scaring the hell out of me.
His face is painted white. He elicits
fright and deception. He wears a
jet black top hat. The neck of his
garment is fireworks. He has an
evil eye. His smile is ominous.
He represents Misperception.
I can see a flag shooting out of his
hat but I cannot control the brush
and hues. He is staring me down.
He is looking for you.
When I finish details of his chalk-faced
grin, lips colored with blood, I will put
him on display to illustrate my trip
to the carnival.
The ticket taker was a liar.
He promised fun and enjoyment.
He taunted me with a cheap price.
He took my every penny.
When I entered the gate, I expected
a loving embrace from the fat lady.
But I ended up in a hall of funny mirrors.
The clown stands for Deception.
He is the illustration of a carnival.
I worry that when I die, I will
meet him in person. I am tempted
to burn the painting.
love,
Dorian Black
He's scaring the hell out of me.
His face is painted white. He elicits
fright and deception. He wears a
jet black top hat. The neck of his
garment is fireworks. He has an
evil eye. His smile is ominous.
He represents Misperception.
I can see a flag shooting out of his
hat but I cannot control the brush
and hues. He is staring me down.
He is looking for you.
When I finish details of his chalk-faced
grin, lips colored with blood, I will put
him on display to illustrate my trip
to the carnival.
The ticket taker was a liar.
He promised fun and enjoyment.
He taunted me with a cheap price.
He took my every penny.
When I entered the gate, I expected
a loving embrace from the fat lady.
But I ended up in a hall of funny mirrors.
The clown stands for Deception.
He is the illustration of a carnival.
I worry that when I die, I will
meet him in person. I am tempted
to burn the painting.
love,
Dorian Black
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- Location: montreal or somewhere in canada or the world
- Axanderdeath
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I saw that clown on the outskirts of San Antoine
spare changing my freedom screaming of justice on a white megaphone.
Lord know his evil grin scared me to death as I lit a smoke
eating my last burger, just spent my last dime on a coke
when he said, “You know its all your fault
Should of went to Vietnam and fought
and died like a good American.
Now your just another fucker without a friend”
I got to wondering why the clown without a circus or parade
and then the truth began to shimmer and fade
sucked into his dead eyeballs showing the fires of hell
I sucked the last of the clean air and let it expel
before thumbing a ride to Nashville to sing of freedom on the run
but to this day I never look to clowns to deliver fun.
I always go to circuses carrying a gun.
Inspired by Doreens poem about the clown, I loved it. "C"
spare changing my freedom screaming of justice on a white megaphone.
Lord know his evil grin scared me to death as I lit a smoke
eating my last burger, just spent my last dime on a coke
when he said, “You know its all your fault
Should of went to Vietnam and fought
and died like a good American.
Now your just another fucker without a friend”
I got to wondering why the clown without a circus or parade
and then the truth began to shimmer and fade
sucked into his dead eyeballs showing the fires of hell
I sucked the last of the clean air and let it expel
before thumbing a ride to Nashville to sing of freedom on the run
but to this day I never look to clowns to deliver fun.
I always go to circuses carrying a gun.
Inspired by Doreens poem about the clown, I loved it. "C"
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- Lightning Rod
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