Saturday, January 6, 2018

Bonnie and Clyde's Choir





Instruments menstruating, cymbals insinuating, tenors a hating, drums escaping the beat like Bonnie and Clyde with the PD heat, revenge on the streets, from what happened in Eastham's keep/.

Clyde wasn't a rapper but had the meanest BARs/ vacation on the run, getaways in them Ford focused cars/ Sun on the run, post mortem talked about them like shining stars/

Bonnie was a former waitress/ Clyde dated/ kept the ring from not Billy Bob, but Roy Thornton. Smitten by Clyde, she agreed to many bank rob co-hortin'. One thing she declared, she was a gal but never did that cigar smokin'

Clyde was poor farmer's boy, lived under a wagon home, until papa bout a tented dome/ no one ever thought he'd become a boy on the run all about that tint and chrome/

Clyde,

Stealing pin-ups from their dreams, made her write about being alone. Had to smell the cigar smoke lit from a portable kiln/ She loved the talking pictures aka them sound films/ never mind that now/ simple country gal swayed/ like willows in the shade/ she predicted the end was coming for her like outlaws visiting a saloon, perhaps without you she'd never write The Story of Suicide Sal it all ended too soon...

Bonnie,

A seductress with a tough-lip, went everywhere where tough-went, on the road, love spent, like lovers in the back seat pulling up upholstered lint, spent every scent/ bathing in rivers and drying in air with no air vents/
Good intentions but what was it you really meant? So much hidden so much buried booty, on the inside heart’s treasures, on the outside water-drenched pirates admired your dress and the way it flowed over your booty. Enticed Clyde to climax, perhaps that’s what really motivated his shooting.../

Time after time with Bonnie and Clyde, passion's loyalty will ride or die...
Time after time with Bonnie and Clyde, passion's loyalty will ride or die...
Time after time with Bonnie and Clyde, passion's loyalty will ride or die...

Time after time with Bonnie and Clyde, passion's loyalty will ride or die...

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