ST.VAUDEVILLE

                                      An Ode to St. Vaudeville

They sigh with the sigh of hedonism

And moment of voluptuary burned like

 acid in their wake,

And still moment later closed they behind ,

them,with a deafening bang,

To racketeer  incubus gamester of  St.vaudeville,

Still,dancing to the open gallery ,the galoshe of

Its galvanism.

He ,a gaffer ,peddling nuances, st.vaudevile

 parexcellence, and a gadabout plenipotentiary ,

On the trojan gaga  ,gaffs he, with gales of gaffe ,

his  antiheroic  horse ,

And the  rancid quest , gads his , the Tremolo of

 impassive imprint ,

His gala of gaiety,and imporous impost,frouncing

vicissitude ,

And straits of pandemonium ,ozzles its petals with

stunning naivety,

Behold him, a fugueman of  St.vaudeville boulevard ,

and its immanent impresario.

With incurious  incursion ,incurvate,incorrigible ,

incurable and indecorous,

Inaudible as it were ,his pottentous plethora of whacked

 gusto ,totters in vile ,

The blinding warp

devour him ,thou grim goblin

 of hades,expunge he,of decrepit guise.

Pogrom of the neurosis, broachs perfectly  as pogrom of the

 open gallery and city square,

Whereon Volant feet  and voluble hypocrisy,volleys sticky

 virtus of humoursome mirth ,

Hurtling and hustling ,voluptuary  renegade of fugacious

Species,ricocheted ,as he dances on canvas,

Howbeit ,as a kinky sand of gauchy cloud,and like a clown

 Harps as its harlequinade,

Still,it steeds ,ridiculed by frosty pale,the hasp and the

escutcheon.

Heady man ,headstrong  and adamantinous  in that

moor of barren-land

Hawks hedonism ,its heathen-dom rapport  like his ilks ,

 Highwaymen of infelicitous lance and insalubrious  dusk,

He a cassanova,still unblushing,wines and dines away , in

Wanton malignance,

Fructiferous hours of oaks at the alehouses, as jeroboam

Guzzlers,guzzles adinfinitum.

Frolicking with viragoes , lucre-glots of ale-houses,

foster-girls  and geisha-girls of broken troth ,

Rising impetuously,impugning homespun homestead,

to fill him dire,

A finical of insidious infraction and insipid masquerade,

waltzes  with merriment,go wassailing,

Beseeched with omnivorous obsession,the obversion of

the obtuse knots ,

Kneadsthe mainstream etiquette and public misery,

interred,beneath its obvelation .

And so,as it is to knighthood,so it is to  villainy ,

a kaleidoscope of antiheroes  as deigned as

anti-heroines,

Kinematic odious knighterrants  of the libertinous

 ogre and icentious oblation,

Fostered by broken gouge of selfesteem ,heaved by

 self adulation and deposed by objurgation,

A deposition ,that they in his lurk,cannot withstand,

neither they nor he , even at glee counterpoise,

How shall they elope the guillotine of times,let alone

 on sebaceous grill,when oblated at the windy poles?

Omnivarious voluptuary crisscrosses  olivaceous

tilts of sanguinary landmines,

Whose gratifying hounds and obsecration ,to 

perenially defies

Oblative apogee ogles like the wild ass its villainous

knobs,

Vaudevile!vaudevile !! ‘’ he eulogized ,panting like

 love smitten beau,

Walloped at rampage ,pleases he, him and them ,

his ilks to dwell.

Look,how a donkey,brazenly pants ,knotted in

 a freshet,

So glued ,to the meadow,in her fast guzzling

 salivation ,

Twice a gloat, like a frenzied freestone , gybes

 his glacis,

And being tacky,to the apron of vaudeville,joists

 to jowl his Jubilant mirth,

Like his ilks,they jingle and jocund,to defy elegy

of its rampage and bubonic plague.

With unfair lips,to sneer and jeer teleological

 purports,

Basking in vitiated halo,wattled frequency  and

 hurling pasquinade on zoilean strain,

Ominous,luminous as it were , thus overswayed

 this frequency,

Carving they, a niche,as the prisoner of primrose bank

,of shallowed  yolks and mean spirited bred,

Dancing sepulcher,in devouring haste,to obliterate

 obsequious  impurities,maelstromed at censured

olive branch.

Howbeit booed, by motherwit,still fastened to its

 lurk of indigo hell,

Her libertine,he embraces but that liberty of troth ,

he cannot ,meet nor guarantee,

And navigates now,he clowns at penitence,and

 deboned its tumescence,

Sadomasochistic at the broken gouge, aptly frolicking

 lucre-glots-O swindled souls!

Haunted with the oblique knead of overweening 

super egos.

Histrionics goof , he did blot golden morn,closeted

by agoraphobiac knobs that  throbs away,

Remorse,at the pennick peptic glands,of this much

maligned but ignoble peccadilloes,

Over this pelt,perfunctorily,hath he hung his perforated

plunge,of pelicled menagerie,

Cloyed in recess of his vari-coloured particle and throttled

paragon,

He peels acerbic pasture, his pastime ,struck at the

superlative anvil and fop of supererogated

supercilliary.

‘’Ouite ,superfluous, ‘’renounced not naturewit,but

indeed superfluous,swoons his tilted tendons,

Whereon his  signature bonus,a tickling phosphor,a

phoenix to the tetchy philotechnic,

Unfair flowers gathered in their unruly prime ,rots away

 in little time,tapestry of temulence,

Still ,like a bird in a tangled , she lurks his bosom,still ,

her bosom ,he lurks at St.vaudeville,

With her delilah’s trap,she, a lurid  inamorata  makes

 amain unto him and greedily,lures his  gulls.

And prettily ,they coagulate.the talisman of

amorous thanatoid,

Staid is he,thawed at her staid,staid is she

,licentious and amorous,as they wine and dine,

The embellished  tincture of vacuous hoods ,

supplanted by  the uncanny village of  hedonism,

The darkest moon ,shines upon this vesuvian steam,

the darkest hour a stampede upon its feet,

And lo,they lay beneath groveling jingle,that surfaces

 to cool down the heat.

And so,quench the darts forth fire,and flung

they behind them the nebula of immanent

perils,

To be lushed and lured by hell of perfidy,

masquerading as poreless tinges of  St.vaudevile ,

And were they not gnawed perpetually  by  transient

 tremor of this translucent lust?

Were they glued and gulled to grouch censure,

transfixed ,upon nature’s sudorific quest,

To famish vaudeville,beyond its terrigeneous

 twiddle ,laden with foams ,furled by twinging

tympanum?

Tramel St.vaudevile,fugitives of mores ,alight ,

Clothed with the blanket of unblushing pounce,

and let it steed ,

Troll voluptuary-city,stampeded upon thy heels ,

Of voluptuous rudders ,let serpent hisses ,hiss no

more ,

Tramps,hobos tender spring froth thee not unripe,

whereon thy phosphorescent euphora basks.

Yet,mayest thou be staled,beautifying ,as the spring,

In liberalism,doth yearly ferments,

Hence,trepidation grips motherearth,…………

as vagabond vacillated scorned fugacity,

Be bold to lush,neither  tipsy nor poisoned by potion

Supplanted at st.vaudevile ,

Swashbuckling trods,thou wast begot to arduous heels,

Whereon kismet pays thy price of freedom,

And like tangled birds,in knot,might soon outwits time

To alight like the eagle  and outpaces like the falcon.

And so being engross,naturewit plaited by shrewdness  saith

unto thee,

 ‘Pang of agony ,with which thou feedest , thy spasm,fondles

 sweetest labour’,

Behold like a loneranger, the first and foremost  rule of the

Thumb,that thou mayest observe,

That thou  mayest live,when sweetest labour ,thou art dined,

She refrains  and lampoons veracity’not all that glitters,is gold’.

That by laws of nature ,thou art bound,to subconsciously

 feed thy promote and demote,

But with precaution, to censure regression of thy promote,

That thou mayest ssurvive,

Thou didst fled the farmfields,to jocund ,and cheerily ,still

jocunds,

Twixt crimson hedonism ,froth double barrel gunned –

 Voluptuary seeks,

And in contending passion, gemmate and aptly foresworn

 to blink  .

And trembling in thy frequency ,to do fain the unfair girth,

Of a famished pout,replete with votive candles of thy volcanic

Passion,

And waddle this proud wade,deigns greedily ,to smother thee

 Chastity of no return,

Truculent and still unblushing,venous dread,ventilated not his

Cheeks,

And unto thee trollop,mothers of the nation, not embroyonic

Cord of foul play.

A thousand honey scorn ,that scorn’st farthe’t,than the sun

Smitten,

The earth,shalt thy hurled splash,manicured,with the blushing

Tremor,

And stomping feet,dancing upon the motherearth,sisterhood

Of st.vaudevile,reliinquished celibacy,

Standing at lorrette of the lorgnette, a lothario as he was, gulped

By lucubration,

To scold his lutarious and litigious  loom for  gargantuan lottery for

Voluptuary city,goaded arenacious palms to gnashe for remorse.

And so,at the groundplot of grandiloquent gewgaw,he scorned

Lutarious st.vaudevile:

‘’Why didst thou err with impunity and racketeer hedonism in

brothel?

Thou wast ignorasmus,a jerrybuilder,with  farmfields

 ,hurled down by inferno,’’

And fie they fie,with  frosty bridle ,beneath haunting furrows

Of davy jones locker,

Jesuitical in jetsam,as the feets of the gazelles,swung to stampedy,at

 The romps of  mortifying  paces.

Narcissus,so,they agonise ,as the presence of  the daylight ,knock them

 Cold,

 And the gouts of sarcastic ovation, flung nearby,burst into hysterical

laughter,

Wherein earth supplanted by festive fan fare fests at ganglioned st.

Vaudeviled,

Gapes at the darkest hour,and thou art ashamed to belabor,for golden

 Fleece?

Gallinaceauos hewns,not in satiety ,invariably,gawks its gavel ,on this

Ballad.

So much glitters, greedily killeth fast ,and the pang of a woman at

childbirth,

Being belabor,he cannot belabor,being belabor,she cannot chose

to disdain,

That cavil of kismet,gulling the gullet,wrought at teleology,entraps

At her arms and womb,

And in one sweet labour,kindles its navel,which bred more beauty,

Than all of nature’s beauties welded ,

And dewed with distilling showers of the heavenly moistures ,shalt

In such gusto,mortal labour be lucently grooved.

Starry heavens above  being so envious,earth so heavier

 and ocean-seas bluer to sloth vaudeville,

This flank of vista,windy vapours sigh before torment of

Time ,