1917-1935

Arabesque Story

two little arabs adult and arabesque
who were playing on two small nero's fiddles
were strolling through the wrinkles of two small runic violins
when suddenly a pipe loomed up
before the two little adult and arabesque arabs
a papa pipe on puppet feet
at such points points as big as
metrical apples drop upon our points
but the two little adult and arabesque arabs
sneezed instead of trembling
just as tortoises put to torture
sneeze instead of trembliing
they sneezed so violently
that their small nero's violins were hurled
into a remote but musical country
then they were drawn to a half-filled glass of wine
located halfway down a way
whose brand of brandy was brandished in a bald sea
covered with oilcloth
the two little adult and arabesque arabs
consulted the pipe about the half-filled glass of wine.
"that's my wine" the pipe replied peremptorily
adding in a juicy tone "darn it sew it knit it
but have it anyway
it's part of a still life
why i daresay it's a stock-still life
at the beginning of the way"
the two little adult and arabesque arabs
like two little omnivorous pyramids
drained the half-filled glass of wine
and also gulped down a box of matches three pears and an apple
upon which they felt terribly rococo
like pompeian pumpers
pumping madame pompadour's pompous pump
and through their darling rumps
they released enormous flesh-parachutes
with eyes as large and wild as stars
parchment dancing-shoes
and hats of polished agate
the two little adult and arabesque arabs
lost all face
and hurled newborn and four-footed stones
at the nightingales who were singing like alarm clocks
on the porcelain humps of still lifes
as they melted into the arabian night
laced with attractions of aromatic aaron

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