The MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS, manuscript submitted to publisher

Manuscript submitted to publisher, thus hardbound, paperback and ebook available mid January 2017. For other books, see link...

front cover                           back cover

http://dcquillanstone.blogspot.com/2016/11/books-of-poetry-necessary-to-make.html

Blessed are the Peacemakers and Merry Christmas!

Joyeux Noël, 2005 film directed by Christian Carion, beautifully even poetically scripted in three languages, starring Daniel Brühl, Guillaume Canet, Benno Fürmann, Diane Kruger, Gary Lewis and others. Perhaps the greatest Christmas film ever made, based on various spontaneous events, militarily unofficial even condemned later by some, when opposing combatants along the western front during WW1 laid down their arms, shook hands, exchange drinks and greetings on Christmas Eve 1914. May they forever be remembered as men and veterans not of war but of peace.

One of the film's songs, Hymne des Fraternisés (long version), also known as I'm Dreaming of Home...

Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.

And in Life's noisiest hour...

THE PRESENCE OF LOVE
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.

And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.

Note:
The first stanza is perhaps  among the most quoted, paraphrased or implied from the poetic classics in my writings and books.

Books of poetry necessary to make anyone's home library complete... :-)

      

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Both books (above) published May 2015. Click on covers to preview/purchase.

            

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Three books (above) published Jan 2007, Mar 2009 and Nov 2011 respectively. Click on covers to preview/purchase.

            

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Three books (above) published Dec 2001, Oct 2003 and Sep 2005 respectively. Click on covers to preview/purchase.

Rhymes on Rye No. 1-32 as part of the soon-to-be-published book The Memphis Nightclub Murders

Rhymes on Rye No. 1-32, as part of the soon-to-be-published trilogy and book THE MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS & Other Poetic Mysteries. The "rhymes" are scattered throughout the trilogy's narrative/story-line (also in poetic form), serving as poet/writer and/or characters' thoughts... The photograph is merely an expression of preference on my part, hence my suggestion to read the verses over something brown chilled and minted :-) ....

Rhyme on Rye No. 1

“As bawdy the crass sax, or perhaps paramours' brass sex

Words form then stack, betwixt thighs' impasse vexed

He her rex and she his text, the poet's verse un-tersely

Pretzel'ing below the canopy's white lace so transversely”

Rhyme on Rye No. 2

“Mercy eludes, then grace concludes, while two strews

Amid the satin scattered, under the eiderdown skewed

Later undone, upon limbs flung, as passion's corpses

So love spoiled, and mortals un-coiled; their quiet crisis”

Rhyme on Rye No. 3

“Scattered the chalice shattered on history's cold floor

Water splattered, as goddamn blood, on misery's door

Like fallen lovers in passionate wars, blown the petals

Of rose to drenched furrow, by lust's wrenched fettle”

Rhyme on Rye No. 4

“While drunk brutal by duplicity, sipped from antiquity

Fitly, memories mid tattered kodachrome photography

Bored by wallow, hording the fallow, seeking release

Yet reeking of obese sorrow, fattened by non-caprice”

Rhyme on Rye No. 5

“Blindness curtains, consummating the second show

The last reckoning in solo, within littered theater rows

Exits dim, she turns to him, he discerns the chagrin

As shadows belong, unrelenting; death's song and gin”

Rhyme on Rye No. 6

“Fits intense by curious itching, such feared bewitching

Hence queer twitching, as eyes widen by livid pitching

So fibs lessen by ditching, betwixt twain supple fawns

`Low fain lunar dawn, disdaining pride, waning brawn”

Rhyme on Rye No. 7

“Oh yore's smirk, lore's curt frown, per damn metaphors

Cloaked storms gowned by social norms (a fuckin' hoar)

Hence sounds of silent words, while neon twilight stirs

The felines' purrs and canines' slurs, as bourbon ensures”

Rhyme on Rye No. 8

“Charting the whole, `low streetlamps on cold benches

Sorted souls' intermission, cramped in gutters' stenches

From bar stools to fools, smearing the human shadow

Down grayish sidewalks nicely iced, to hazy hollows”

Rhyme on Rye No. 9

“O their irony; mirth, dirge, or mere dearth, within skirt

And `neath blouse, to rouse and douse, while lust smirks

When love shirks it's duty (per poetry's chimerical fires)

Crumpling stockings on trousers, piled as funeral pyres”

Rhyme on Rye No. 10

“Ah, the daily fuss, goddamn eve’s maddening rush

Suited cowboys to gin mills, to fill their mulled hush

Dirtier the martinis, flirtier the ladies, as perceived

Love believed by pairs heaved, till each tab received”

Rhyme on Rye No. 11

“Bypassing the rife harassing, to prowl, slink and creep

Into penumbras deep, among swelter then shit in heaps

Death too bereft to expire, one’s breath inept to suspire

Liken prayers for mortal spires, or truth dared by liars”

Rhyme on Rye No. 12

“Amassing the knifed passing, oh howls per jinxed reap

Grim the tundra concrete, while her weltered ardor leaps

Like Abel clept, life not kept, per hatred thus hot desire

Till two paramours slept restless in loveless, lustful ire”

Rhyme on Rye No. 13

“Reeking of schemes unseen, preened by conundrum

As his sax arched her moan, her sex enlarged his hum

Ever last and anon so cast subtly, oh love’s lost finale

For atop morrow’s bureau in view; sorrow’s challis”

Rhyme on Rye No. 14

“Seeking of reams teemed with screams un-succumbed

O’er cornet’s tones, as blood bleeds along spilled rum

From first, his alpha-kin, to last, her omega-sin madly

Upon tomorrow’s dying, after multum in parvo killing”

Rhyme on Rye No. 15

“Freakin’ twain as team tho’ oppose, as thorn and rose

`Twixt corn in rows thus lost, on floor mid undone clothes

Spun within till shunned again, so goes paramours’ lust

As the pair heaved, cleaved to leave, their fuckin’ cusp”

Rhyme on Rye No. 16 (reprised of No. 7 revised)

“Oh yore's smirk, lore's curt frown, per damn metaphors

Stoke the storms of reciprocal norms (all fuckin' hoars)

Latter rounds of violent words, while neon twilight lurks

As felines covert, and canines overt, work the un-alert”

Rhyme on Rye No. 17

“Mind’s knick-knacks scatter, as tits-for-tats on platter

Upon drunk mad-hatters’ pilfering, mid deafening clatter

Ah, love’s tattoo undone, feels good as killer’s revenge

Fitly stung, rung and hung by hangman’s lustful binge”

Rhyme on Rye No. 18

“Thrilled by the killing spree, skilled by the swilling free

Blood and buzz, just because, as reaper grimly emcees

Till all sprawl to prostrate, aft’ brawl and broken plates

Fear innate, tears translate, inner silence’s altered state”

Rhyme on Rye No. 19

“Elixirs swilled as real, ah logic lost, per anagogic lines

Amongst purrs, slurs, by nightclub felines and canines

Sensuality stirred, garnished by olive, later her lipstick

Rim so smudged, hem then nudged, his usual shtick”

Rhyme on Rye No. 20

“Else, lovers’ stints and fits, scents from previous skits

Flicks then devious flits, o’er whiskey’s schizoid-wit

Dirty martini’s android-moods, ah nonetheless broods

Subtly duels, `tween monotony’s psycho-pistol feuds”

Rhyme on Rye No. 21

“O lady he so loves, on bar her drink, gun and gloves

Mary sips, to her lips his blood, and their lust thereof

What fuss, hot as musk, fraught the dusk with death

Liken Duncan caught mid thrust, envy and Macbeth“

Rhyme on Rye No. 22

“Lies oft are, cloaked by ties, coats, hats like old czars

As actors too, some ramblers, spilling tumblers on bars

Fools on stools, rarely a few, on par the colloquial ruse

Wide and far the usual excuse, till paid the rude Muse”

Rhyme on Rye No. 23

“As gun-smoked films noir, and hate-stoked dames are

The unexpected usually, unsuspected presumably starred

In spars and schemes bizarre, to mar, scar, for all to see

O her revenge cold, as barren wold or endless cruel seas“

Rhyme on Rye No. 24

“Ah the hiss faint in mind, beyond kiss of suspected kind

Expected as blind, by love sublime, however maligned

Oh the serpentine and brass ring, elusive and conducive

By the guile upon the guileless, such the wiles collusive”

Rhyme on Rye No. 25

“Like befalling Stygian shrouds, so darkness upon stage

While 100 candles flicker, till flamed to a vicar’s rage

O symphonies of everybody’s lies, their Lust connived

Love incised, Hate canonized, as 100 more vilely die”

Rhyme on Rye No. 26

 “Whiskey arouses souls, like bloody tattoos incite flesh

By ills in thrills enmeshed, as chaff-n-wheat pre-threshed

So are facts killed, else skewed, by inebriation’s effects

Too wrecked to judge, to deflect nudges then neglects”

Rhyme on Rye No. 27

 “Whiskey douses whole; love’s affairs, later life’s wares

Staring fraught, dreaming lost, such insistence for despair

Fairest not the ego, darkest the soul ergo, forever 3:00 AM

Suspending in goddamn ends, while pretending to begin”

Rhyme on Rye No. 28

“Whiskey espouses wise, as twilight rises until love dies

Lust despises of course; causes cavort, effects chastise

As advised per eternal praxeology of temporal sexuality

Such coitus of Passion and Reason, a divine sensuality”

Rhyme on Rye No. 29

“Damnation rings, by obsessed things, as little-kings within

Reason lacking, inner-trolls stacking, racking to bitter ends

Blending the ash-n-cinder, descending on litters of corpses

O monotony’s lovely courses and insanity’s rutted forces”

Rhyme on Rye No. 30

“Adrenaline’s mind-fuck, within bars’ muck and swap

Prating malaprops, inflating luck, amid vomit mopped

Aft tricks nonstop, such belated drops; blood and tears

Fitly, propensities’ mud in humanity’s coils and gears”

Rhyme on Rye No. 31

“Her milk, his wine, till final rhyme, since first night

Quenched hence his thirst, `tween her moist twilights

Drenched shirt on skin, clenched skirt by four fists

Passion like cyst, burst per curse, alas their last tryst”

Rhyme on Rye No. 32

“Silk lilts then saunters, off back, over left shoulder

Baton’ed by airy symphony, while moods wax bolder

Crooning from gulf to bluffs, along hips `neath slip

Lips to flesh, sips of sweat, enmeshing in odic scripts”

(--- trilogy/book finished, to be published sometime in 2016/2017 ---)

THE MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS

&

Other Poetic Mysteries

Copyright © 2016 by D.C. Quillan Stone

Rhymes on Rye No. 29-32

The trilogy THE MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS will be finished 2+ weeks ago thus the soon-to-be-published book of the same title "& Other Poetic Mysteries" upon completion of the arduous process of editing...

Rhyme on Rye No. 29

“Damnation rings, by obsessed things, as little-kings within

Reason lacking, inner-trolls stacking, racking to bitter ends

Blending the ash-n-cinder, descending on litters of corpses

O monotony’s lovely courses and insanity’s rutted forces”

Rhyme on Rye No. 30

“Adrenaline’s mind-fuck, within bars’ muck and swap

Prating malaprops, inflating luck, amid vomit mopped

Aft tricks nonstop, such belated drops; blood and tears

Fitly, propensities’ mud in humanity’s coils and gears”

Rhyme on Rye No. 31

“Her milk, his wine, till final rhyme, since first night

Quenched hence his thirst, `tween her moist twilights

Drenched shirt on skin, clenched skirt by four fists

Passion like cyst, burst per curse, alas their last tryst”

Rhyme on Rye No. 32

“Silk lilts then saunters, off back, over left shoulder

Baton’ed by airy symphony, while moods wax bolder

Crooning from gulf to bluffs, along hips `neath slip

Lips to flesh, sips of sweat, enmeshing in odic scripts”

... for the previous 28 Rhymes on Rye, see link below...

http://cafeperq.blogspot.com/2016/08/rhymes-on-rye-no-1-28.html

Note:

Photo taken from the 1958 TV crime series Peter Gunn.

Quotes from THE GREAT GATSBY by F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revlelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelation of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions."

"Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope."

"Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marches, but after a certain point I don't care. what it's founded on."

"It made no difference in me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply."

"Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine; I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known."

"Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry."



More to come...

Note:
As stated in another blog, I decided to forgo my long regarded personal studies in ethics, philosophy and economics (i.e. praxeology) for now, tempering my time spent reading poetry as well, in favor of reacquainting myself with the classic novels and writers of the early 20th century. It seems to be a necessary change, or at least desirable. With that said, I shall pursue writing poetry for books 9 (poetic mysteries) and 10 (essays/poems), with the latter as a metaphoric bookend of sorts... The book cover was the 1st edition, published in 1925 by Charles Scribner's Sons.

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The forthcoming THE MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS and past books by D.C. Quillan Stone

I have commenced writing the final Act 4 and Epilogue for the final poetic mystery of the soon-to-be-published 9th book THE MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS & Other Poetic Mysteries. The book will also include the 4 page epic and somewhat perambulating poem entitled Mysteries as Love's Epistles. Including as well at end of book a compilation of the Rhymes on Rye No. 1-32 for readers' convenience, that is, the verses artistically howbeit laboriously scattered throughout the poetic mysteries. Projected publication of book will be sometime latter 2016, or perhaps early 2017 at the latest. The stanza below is an excerpt from Act 3's conclusion...

"As wristwatches’ persisting ticks, throats gulping thick

Teeth grinding picks, all resounding in odd pronouncing

Broad echoing, along veins pulsating, a macabre chorus

Within time amorphous (reeling amid life’s cacophony

Upon death’s final symphony, one’s intimacy nonesuch

And as such or much, to propend, propound or pretend)"

      

Note:
Both books (above) published May 2015. Click on covers to preview/purchase.

            

Note:
Three books (above) published Jan 2007, Mar 2009 and Nov 2011 respectively. Click on covers to preview/purchase.

            

Note:

Three books (above) published Dec 2001, Oct 2003 and Sep 2005 respectively. Click on covers to preview/purchase.

Quotes from THE BEAUTIFUL AND DAMNED by F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day... a sort of intellectual 'There!'"

"All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream."

Maury perturbed thus retorted to Richard's preference for writing over socializing, "Noble aesthete. And I poured alcohol into my stomach."

"Both were walking alone in a dispassionate garden with a ghost found in a dream."

"Halcyon days like boats drifting along slow-moving rivers; spring evenings full of a plaintive melancholy that made the past beautiful and bitter, bidding them look back and see that the loves of other summers long gone were dead with the forgotten waltzes of their years."

During a dinner out, one of Gloria's suitors Mr Bloeckman blurted, "When a man speaks he's mere tradition. He has at best a few thousand years back of him. But woman, why, she is the miraculous mouthpiece of posterity."

"There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses---bound for dust---mortal---."

"They plunged like divers into the dark eddying crowd and merging in the cool fifties sauntered to each other ... both were walking alone in a dispassionate garden with a ghost found in a dream."

"Intolerably unmoved they all seemed removed from any romantic imminency of action. Even Gloria's beauty needed wild emotions, needed poignancy, needed death. ..."

I found Gloria's simple confession (below) somewhere in the novel's Book 2, Chapter 3 quite pathetically suitable for today's common mood and posture...

"I don't care about truth. I want some happiness."

"Added to this was the wretched aura of stale wine, with it's inevitable suggestion of beauty gone foul and revelry remembered in disgust."

This fuckin' brilliantly written novel of the 1910s/1920s mirrors something too goddamn familiar in 2010s (per last quote above). The Voltairean beast advances physical well-being while strangely never electing beyond the feast, fuck and fight, that is, the seemingly "evil destiny" by disregard of the endowed divine image or mark, distinction among all other species, the soul, in brief and simplicity; the ability to emote and reason as well to instinctively behave, continuously, simultaneously. Thus from Voltaire's 1764 book Dictionnaire Philosophique...

Ye naked bipeds, without beaks or claws,

Hairless, and featherless, and tender-hided,

Weeping ye come into the world—because

Ye feel your evil destiny decided;

More to come...

Note:
As stated in another blog, I decided to forgo my long regarded personal studies in ethics, philosophy and economics (i.e. praxeology) for now, tempering my time spent reading poetry as well, in favor of reacquainting myself with the classic novels and writers of the early 20th century. It seems to be a necessary change, or at least desirable. With that said, I shall pursue writing poetry for books 9 (poetic mysteries) and 10 (essays/poems), with the latter as a metaphoric bookend of sorts... The book cover was the 1st edition, published in 1922 by Scribner's.

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Rhyme on Rye No. 29

The poetic trilogy THE MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS are near completion as the story-line rushes, as lushes to trough, to dramatic scoff and cuff, flesh and thud per flood of blood `tween rain and mud, along US 61 near state line, mid early AM hours of a stormy morn on March 31, 1957...

Rhyme on Rye No. 29

“Damnation rings, by obsessed things, as little-kings within

Reason lacking, inner-trolls stacking, racking to bitter ends

Blending the ash-n-cinder, descending on litters of corpses
O monotony’s lovely courses and insanity’s rutted forces”

... for the previous 28 Rhymes on Rye, see link below...

http://cafeperq.blogspot.com/2016/08/rhymes-on-rye-no-1-28.html

Rhymes on Rye No. 1-28

Rhymes on Rye No. 1-28 (so far), as part of the trilogy of poetic mysteries THE MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS - PARTs 1, 2 & 3, with the 3rd still being written. Rhymes on Rye are scattered throughout the narrative/story-line (also in poetic form), serving as poet/writer and/or characters' thoughts...

Rhyme on Rye No. 1

“As bawdy the crass sax, or perhaps paramours' brass sex

Words form then stack, betwixt thighs' impasse vexed

He her rex and she his text, the poet's verse un-tersely

Pretzel'ing below the canopy's white lace so transversely”

Rhyme on Rye No. 2

“Mercy eludes, then grace concludes, while two strews

Amid the satin scattered, under the eiderdown skewed

Later undone, upon limbs flung, as passion's corpses

So love spoiled, and mortals un-coiled; their quiet crisis”

Rhyme on Rye No. 3

“Scattered the chalice shattered on history's cold floor

Water splattered, as goddamn blood, on misery's door

Like fallen lovers in passionate wars, blown the petals

Of rose to drenched furrow, by lust's wrenched fettle”

Rhyme on Rye No. 4

“While drunk brutal by duplicity, sipped from antiquity

Fitly, memories mid tattered kodachrome photography

Bored by wallow, hording the fallow, seeking release

Yet reeking of obese sorrow, fattened by non-caprice”

Rhyme on Rye No. 5

“Blindness curtains, consummating the second show

The last reckoning in solo, within littered theater rows

Exits dim, she turns to him, he discerns the chagrin

As shadows belong, unrelenting; death's song and gin”

Rhyme on Rye No. 6

“Fits intense by curious itching, such feared bewitching

Hence queer twitching, as eyes widen by livid pitching

So fibs lessen by ditching, betwixt twain supple fawns

`Low fain lunar dawn, disdaining pride, waning brawn”

Rhyme on Rye No. 7

“Oh yore's smirk, lore's curt frown, per damn metaphors

Cloaked storms gowned by social norms (a fuckin' hoar)

Hence sounds of silent words, while neon twilight stirs

The felines' purrs and canines' slurs, as bourbon ensures”

Rhyme on Rye No. 8

“Charting the whole, `low streetlamps on cold benches

Sorted souls' intermission, cramped in gutters' stenches

From bar stools to fools, smearing the human shadow

Down grayish sidewalks nicely iced, to hazy hollows”

Rhyme on Rye No. 9

“O their irony; mirth, dirge, or mere dearth, within skirt

And `neath blouse, to rouse and douse, while lust smirks

When love shirks it's duty (per poetry's chimerical fires)

Crumpling stockings on trousers, piled as funeral pyres”

Rhyme on Rye No. 10

“Ah, the daily fuss, goddamn eve’s maddening rush

Suited cowboys to gin mills, to fill their mulled hush

Dirtier the martinis, flirtier the ladies, as perceived

Love believed by pairs heaved, till each tab received”

Rhyme on Rye No. 11

“Bypassing the rife harassing, to prowl, slink and creep

Into penumbras deep, among swelter then shit in heaps

Death too bereft to expire, one’s breath inept to suspire

Liken prayers for mortal spires, or truth dared by liars”

Rhyme on Rye No. 12

“Amassing the knifed passing, oh howls per jinxed reap

Grim the tundra concrete, while her weltered ardor leaps

Like Abel clept, life not kept, per hatred thus hot desire

Till two paramours slept restless in loveless, lustful ire”

Rhyme on Rye No. 13

“Reeking of schemes unseen, preened by conundrum

As his sax arched her moan, her sex enlarged his hum

Ever last and anon so cast subtly, oh love’s lost finale

For atop morrow’s bureau in view; sorrow’s challis”

Rhyme on Rye No. 14

“Seeking of reams teemed with screams un-succumbed

O’er cornet’s tones, as blood bleeds along spilled rum

From first, his alpha-kin, to last, her omega-sin madly

Upon tomorrow’s dying, after multum in parvo killing”

Rhyme on Rye No. 15

“Freakin’ twain as team tho’ oppose, as thorn and rose

`Twixt corn in rows thus lost, on floor mid undone clothes

Spun within till shunned again, so goes paramours’ lust

As the pair heaved, cleaved to leave, their fuckin’ cusp”

Rhyme on Rye No. 16 (reprised of No. 7 revised)

“Oh yore's smirk, lore's curt frown, per damn metaphors

Stoke the storms of reciprocal norms (all fuckin' hoars)

Latter rounds of violent words, while neon twilight lurks

As felines covert, and canines overt, work the un-alert”

Rhyme on Rye No. 17

“Mind’s knick-knacks scatter, as tits-for-tats on platter

Upon drunk mad-hatters’ pilfering, mid deafening clatter

Ah, love’s tattoo undone, feels good as killer’s revenge

Fitly stung, rung and hung by hangman’s lustful binge”

Rhyme on Rye No. 18

“Thrilled by the killing spree, skilled by the swilling free

Blood and buzz, just because, as reaper grimly emcees

Till all sprawl to prostrate, aft’ brawl and broken plates

Fear innate, tears translate, inner silence’s altered state”

Rhyme on Rye No. 19

“Elixirs swilled as real, ah logic lost, per anagogic lines

Amongst purrs, slurs, by nightclub felines and canines

Sensuality stirred, garnished by olive, later her lipstick

Rim so smudged, hem then nudged, his usual shtick”

Rhyme on Rye No. 20

“Else, lovers’ stints and fits, scents from previous skits

Flicks then devious flits, o’er whiskey’s schizoid-wit

Dirty martini’s android-moods, ah nonetheless broods

Subtly duels, `tween monotony’s psycho-pistol feuds”

Rhyme on Rye No. 21

“O lady he so loves, on bar her drink, gun and gloves

Mary sips, to her lips his blood, and their lust thereof

What fuss, hot as musk, fraught the dusk with death

Liken Duncan caught mid thrust, envy and Macbeth“

Rhyme on Rye No. 22

“Lies oft are, cloaked by ties, coats, hats like old czars

As actors too, some ramblers, spilling tumblers on bars

Fools on stools, rarely a few, on par the colloquial ruse

Wide and far the usual excuse, till paid the rude Muse”

Rhyme on Rye No. 23

“As gun-smoked films noir, and hate-stoked dames are

The unexpected usually, unsuspected presumably starred

In spars and schemes bizarre, to mar, scar, for all to see

O her revenge cold, as barren wold or endless cruel seas“

Rhyme on Rye No. 24

“Ah the hiss faint in mind, beyond kiss of suspected kind

Expected as blind, by love sublime, however maligned

Oh the serpentine and brass ring, elusive and conducive

By the guile upon the guileless, such the wiles collusive”

Rhyme on Rye No. 25

“Like befalling Stygian shrouds, so darkness upon stage

While 100 candles flicker, till flamed to a vicar’s rage

O symphonies of everybody’s lies, their Lust connived

Love incised, Hate canonized, as 100 more vilely die”

Rhyme on Rye No. 26

 “Whiskey arouses souls, like bloody tattoos incite flesh

By ills in thrills enmeshed, as chaff-n-wheat pre-threshed

So are facts killed, else skewed, by inebriation’s effects

Too wrecked to judge, to deflect nudges then neglects”

Rhyme on Rye No. 27

 “Whiskey douses whole; love’s affairs, later life’s wares

Staring fraught, dreaming lost, such insistence for despair

Fairest not the ego, darkest the soul ergo, forever 3:00 AM

Suspending in goddamn ends, while pretending to begin”

Rhyme on Rye No. 28

“Whiskey espouses wise, as twilight rises until love dies

Lust despises of course; causes cavort, effects chastise

As advised per eternal praxeology of temporal sexuality

Such coitus of Passion and Reason, a divine sensuality”

(--- in progress, to be published in 2017 ---)

THE MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS

&

Other Poetic Mysteries

Copyright © 2016 by D.C. Quillan Stone

ACT II - Gash Bequeathed by Gnashed Teeth

Verses from the 3rd installment of the poetic trilogy and mystery The Memphis Nightclub Murders. Photo for both new business card as well cover of aforementioned trilogy/book...

ACT II

Gash Bequeathed by Gnashed Teeth

30 March 1957, 11:59 PM

New Year’s Eve revisited, revelry persisted, passions
As trysts’ mutations, swelled to cyst-like damnation
Spontaneous ovations, at end or mid precarious tunes
Nefarious runes, spewed, consumed `twixt swills, spills
While rills of unknowns, flowed along shoes of drones
Upon barstool-thrones, debutants’ flaunts and taunts
As garish storefronts, flesh flashed, slapdash for cash
Indulgence ash’ed in trays, `tween red nails as clichés
Puffed to allay, to seduce and betray, the air so piqued
As well reeked, menthol critiques, perfumes oblique
No-one thing and no-one unique, every-thing employed
Every-one there to exploit, from minutely to reciprocally
Of nil cutely until ill reputedly, still, all cruelly perhaps
Filling time-gaps that lapsed, by the humanitarian games
Instead of actualities inhumane (for lame the mortals
Or blame the devil’s chortle and his court min-jesters
Rather, pestered and festered, by propensities for error
Far less fairer, proclivities for excess) largesse hoped
Per finesse and grope, within whiskey’s kaleidoscope

Rhyme on Rye No. 27

 “Whiskey douses whole; love’s affairs, later life’s wares
Staring fraught, dreaming lost, such insistence for despair
Fairest not the ego, darkest the soul ergo, forever 3:00 AM
Suspending in goddamn ends, while pretending to begin”

31 March 1957, 00:59 AM

Three-point surveillance, mixture of perusal and glance
 Across barroom’s smoky expanse, perchance to match
Then to catch, per immediate dispatch of the mottled lot
Motley trio as poorly mixed dough, unfit by the lumps
First, a bit frump in raincoat, perpetual thumps to glass
(As one could note none too fast) the lady private eye
Shifted to hide, `hind shadow lines, smokers’ blindside
As well others bromide, second, the disheveled reporter
Normally, recorder of folks, hoarder of notes and quotes
Yet instead of news and acclaim, devoted to ruse and aim
Preventing new bloody frames (rampage on stained stage
Bodies torn, gore arranged on floor, so gauged for more
Although the bane, abhorred by the sane, at times arcane
O the Abels versus Cains, societies be damned, scammed
By artistries’ anagrams, flimflams, madams and whores
Politicians’ scores and blow, tucked in drawers in rows
For apropos medicine shows, to brass poles, rash flings
To gold rings for gonorrhea’s sting, self-toasting to boast
Self-hosting inner-ghosts, to gain most with less finesse
Leaving a crimson mess, with disposition of jest’s venom
Cruelty of juxtaposition; humoring in evil, loving to hate
Rumoring upheaval, shoving while berate, sardonic shit
Ironic remit, moronic lit mortals’ reason, passion-beasts
To feast, fuck and fight, to decease in muck among mite)

Rhyme on Rye No. 28

“Whiskey espouses wise, as twilight rises until love dies
Lust despises of course; causes cavort, effects chastise
As advised per eternal praxeology of temporal sexuality
Such coitus of Passion and Reason, a divine sensuality”

Fixing the triangulation, Boldren sauntered to end of bar
Crowd’s roar versus jazz score, sparred in the smoky air
Most in chairs, others along wall without care perchance
To left of main door and entrance, cluttering the ingress
With mélange of flesh, suited and dressed, pressed aside

(--- in progress, more to come ---)

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