A lot of folks loved the dang carribean, and done loved it for a long, long, long, long time. You know, the Pirates loved that dang darn part of the world.
The pirates, funky aesthetes.
We know, or suppose we know, Vincent Van Gogh,
Down he go.
Down into wormwood, or the cloister of Vincenne, the tremendous tres bien,
Rum was their drink, their Sphinx, anal sphincter, bermuda shorts, proper attire for a bermuda triangle,
A fertile crescent, in moon glow, moon raker,
Offshore, a banker, a triangulator, of the kind first saw Ghislaine, an accountant, a physics teacher, Ghislaine germaine.
A stock broker, a choker, riding on a chokra, dad blame….
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