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 ---)

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