Late Night Gumbo

Stand before the sphinx, and I will spirit you all the way to the tippy top.

This is not some playful jinx, I infuse all music to R&B to the chords of hippy rock.

No virgin blood, drain hemoglobin from a minx, my seeds are under transformation like jiffy pop.

For half her soul I will gladly pay for all her drinks, the mess I create is uncleanable like an iffy mop.

Follow the trail of a holly roller with hellish kinks, you will not get past me like a check point with a lippy cop.

We believe in human rights, so they call us pinks, like Bird behind the backboard; I've been practicing a tricky shot.

Life is far from what the average man thinks, so a collective change of mind will put our naysayers in a sticky spot.

The voice of the narrator tells me to push them away before they get too near.

An avoidant attachment style that must navigate community equals true fear.

Affirmation removes the creaking noises of anxiety like fishing on a new peer.

Must it takes a 56 point swing for congressional leadership to shed one blue tear?

National drama plays against the local, my friend has slipped back into an episode of dire psychosis.

Millions starve so we have to stay vocal, she's back on her regiment but upped it in slightly higher doses.

Chasing all the points, but which is focal, Zen masters teach that your electronics will spout a wire lotus.

Dictatorship humor falls into a joke hole, we live among reactionaries whether you cry or notice.

I'm a catch from a far, if I sat in a cup, she would apply water and eat me up like Ramon.

After mixing company, she had an sudden urge to cleanse her space with a priest or a shaman.

It's hard to organize when there is an active purge, like whoever cashed in on the life insurance of Akhenaten

Have good intentions, but try not to splurge, it's all a game whether you like your bowl super or cotton.

Move toward the ultimate goal of positive change, but away from institutions where ill gains are easily gotten.