The REPLYKA Series: BEFUDDLED

Sap:
Showcase Brothels
of rotten idols and their scandals
the swindles and so, the dwindles ..
some are just poodles and others, noodles
the erstwhile pharaoh fuddles..
our entire race chuckles
to break a dream..
one of morphine
searchlights enter skin..
begging succumbs to bleeding
Brilliance - crumble, fade, bereft..
and what is left ..
are whores in showcase brothels

Punky:

Befuddled

of cotton candies and cuddles...plastic and puddles....
and lonesome muddles...
someone doodles and dawdles...
while sorrow huddles...
a face curdles...
into a scream...
at the extreme...
lights get dim...
being becomes seem...
Silence...final,apathetic,deft...
and what is left...

someone who just ogles and gurgles...

The REPLYKA Series: TOSSED

TOSSED
Sap:
tossed in a cloud of ashes ..
tossed in the furl of bruises ..
tossed in the narc chimneys of my remain ..
tossed..

tossed and drowned again ..

LOST
Punky:
lost in a crowd of faces....
lost in the swirl of dresses....
lost in the dark alleys of my brain...
lost...


lost and found again...

The REPLYKA Series: HIGHWAY MAN

Punky:
Hey Highway Man...
What have you got there for me?
A yellow rose or a beer can...
Or are you just gonna let me be?
Oh Highway Man...
With your dusty peeling Chevy truck...
Seal this deal with a kiss,wont you?
Before you go into the sunset,into the dark...
I'm yours, Highway Man...
You smell of the road,the sky,the blue sea...
Take me as high as you can...
And i'll be...just me...so free...

Sap:
Hey Downtown Girl,
I've something for you here..
A guitar plectrum or a big black pearl
Its nothing for you to fear..
Oi, Downtown Girl,
With your voluptuous revealing Gypsy buttock..
Peal this meal with some zeal, won't you?
Before you fade away, leaving me moonstruck..
I'm yours, Downtown Girl,
You smell of home, love and joy..
Take me in, let our passion unfurl..
Let us be destroyed.

The REPLYKA series : CHASE

Punky:
chasing me..
from dawn to dusk...
with satin gloves and tiaras and muslin yards...your heart too...
to the horizon,at the end of the universe..
run run run...
and at the end of the rainbow...
you will find that elusive pot of gold...
and leprechauns...
and Pandora's Box,but open...
and me...
a mirage?
no...i am Hope..
and nothing more,nothing less...

Sap:
chasing you..
from towers to dungeons..
with crucifixes, stakes, holy water, and silver ammunitions
skip, run, scram, flee ..
fear what's going to be
tonight, I'm on grass..
and I'm here to kick some ancient arse
tonight, I'm gonna end the curse..
I'm gonna chivy you to your grave and reverse..
bitch, I'll shove two garlics in your nose..
as I behead thee, who casts no shadows ..
and as I expose you to the sunlight..
I see your spirit take a flight, alright ..
and, tonight as I fall asleep..
I just wish I'd your soul to keep.. ♥