At 10:23 PM 1/2/01 -0000, you wrote:
>It's all a matter of 'feel', and 'feel' is quality that matter in such a
>'primitive' art as poetry.
surely you mean ancient.
try this
the bombay cafe
written with the aid of the penguin rhyming dictionary, the words that
rhyme with ay, and two weeks hard labour.
the bombay cafe
friday at the bombay cafe the gourmet talks ballet with his valet
between the pate, the satay and the entree
cliche after cliche after cliche.
the gay valet sips rose studies the inlay of the parquet walkway
bored with talk of the plie and the coryphee he stares at the ashtray
contemplates croquet, payday and broadway
of being, faraway in a santa fe cabaret.
the gourmet drinking beaujolais straightens his toupee
bumps the waiter and a tray of souffle ricochets
on the pathway
in the melee the gay valet says he really can't stay
waylaying his parfait he makes for the foyer
the bombe gourmet relays his dismay
but says okay, hey, see you on monday.
the blase' valet says 'you may'
and without delay heads for the parkway
to make his getaway
picks up his coupe, a chevvy corvette, and speeds up the
driveway
to the highway and his weekend hideaway, faraway
far from the passe gourmet, per se.
on the freeway mind in disarray, starting to stray
like a mental replay, a teleplay resume,
he sees the hombre in a hallway in monterey
wearing a bouquet and a crochet beret.
he sees the chalet holiday in norway
with the divorcee and her fiance who liked it
both ways
dressed in a cutaway boucle negligee
foreplay in the bob sleigh, ole!
a risque threeway interplay.
he sees the reggae deejay from zimbabwe
who nay could say neigh to some horseplay
they lay in the hay drinking dubonnet
lame glistened in the m~dday sunrays.
he sees the kinky calais couturier on the stairway
vibrating bidet, yelling obey! obey!
the attache of the u.s.a. in taipei
who resembled hemingway, codename stingray,
who went astray and one grey may day
was betrayed by the cla., to his dismay
which released a dossier of hearsay on his sexplay.
he sees soiree after soiree after soiree
and curses the day at the sickbay, the random survey which led to the x-ray,
the immunoassay and the doctor' communique for more tests on wednesday,
his nerves start to fray he prays that that day will be his good news day
he prays that that day will not be his doomsday.
at the bombay cafe the gourmet gets up to pay, and falls against the
papier-mache archway
helped through the doorway into the laneway he sways
he dreams of his heyday as a matinee devotee he sways in mental decay,
a social castaway empties a throwaway sachet of faberge
the spray leaves a trail from the alleyway to the subway.
far away in a footscray take-away
a modern day protege of rabelais
au fait with roget and wordplay
drinks cafe au lait and surveys
the passing array day after day after day.
komninos c 1989
komninos's cyberpoetry site http://student.uq.edu.au/~s271502
cyberpoet@slv site http://www.experimedia.vic.gov.au/cyberpoet/
komninos zervos, tel. +61 7 55 948602
lecturer in cyberstudies,
school of arts,
gold coast campus,
griffith university,
pmb 50, gold coast mail centre
queensland, 9726
australia.
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