© 1990
Girl (with marmalade bees)
By FlatDaddy
She delivers the shivers,
plays the body like an oboe, ya know?
I dies in her thighs ‘neath skies of marmalade bees
eating me knees to my tongue,
Swung on sex songs sung on springs sprung
kind of like ping pong and
gung ho fo mo, so slow, I go toe to toe
to know she’s so
whorifically good in bed;
A dead man wed to a stone would groan and grin,
grind and groove to move to the tune of her hips,
harmonic lips,
fingertips on fire —
higher, higher, higher …
Well, that was different! Although the AI voice does a decent job, it doesn’t measure up to the real Flatdaddy extraordinaire. I swear you belong in 1950’s and early 60’s Greenwich village.
Well, if I had done that, I’d be dead now, Sam, Thanks a lot, old buddy! 🙂
But damn it, it sure would have been worth it! Can you imagine how it would have felt performing with those guys? I became friends with Vince Balestri, who toured a one man show as Kerouac across the US for many years. He did the show here at Chicago House (now defunct) in the Austin 6th street entertainment district. I handled his PR, created posters and stuff for the show, etc. It was continuously sold out and was held over twice. He then played Kerouac in a movie called, I think, “Beat Angel,” to excellent reviews. Copies are hard to find — and I don’t have one. But he was a terrific guy and really lived the part.