RED WHINE FROM BEHIND THE MIND

empty flute glasses
adorned the table
laid on the same were bottles of fine red wine
a white china vase bursting with voluptious thick red roses
roses that reminded one of the fullness of the bodies of healthy spanish women
white delicate plates flaunting patterns made with twenty four carat gold

placed right next to the vase was a basket of
grapes, bursting with sweet sugary juice
marinated lamb,glistening in the yellow light
foie gras and chocolate truffle
meat pies and caviare
a crystal jar of water played up the image of the chandelier hanging right above

till well mannered,well trained manicured hands started playing around
interrupting the sophisticated stillness of nature displayed in parts.
there were masculine hands;hairy,tawny and well tanned
and there were the feminine ones,mostly long fingered with many diamond rings
delicate and soft
they were engaged on the table
passing around the meat and wine
as if engaged in a greedy foreplay
veiled in aristocratic hospitality

in d next room:
u found
a glass table
with white powder divided into 18 strips
proceeded by a hurried rolling of joints
emergency like
none of the faces were too clear,they were floating
in smoke
empty bottles of beer lying on the floor
not to forget the underwears flung all over
each one of them was fuelled
pairs rocking on the floor
three of them were on the bed
an orgy happenin in the middle of d room
some just lay around,too happy gazing at the cieling and puffing out poison


both rooms enveloped in ecstasy
the first one wrapped it up in a look good bourgoise uprightness
the second in a blunt, thundering blatancy

so why exonerate the ones in the first room in yer conscience
their pretentions butcher all symptoms of humanness
which is to say they are practically beast seeming
like those in the 2nd room
from the eyes of a child