Its soooooooo cold outside, what? maybe forty, forty one
degrees? But baby guuuuurrrrrrrlllll you make it OH SO HAWT! Im sweating, if I
closed my eyes and dreamt of you, I could even say its balmy! Winter what?
Winter WHO?????
* dedicated to the (white) girl I saw earlier this morning in
Bethesda, MD with shorts on, a sparkling diamond in the rough environs of
winter coats, scarves, and dowdy mittens! FROST-TASTIC!
---------------------/ Cyrus King of Persia….er…I mean
BETHESDA, MARYLAND!!!
Babylonian hegemonic winter winds of dowdiness blow homely
outmoded scarves
baggy sweater oppression in Bethesda, mittens of cruelty on
women’s hands
gaudy gawky ostentatious boots veil and suppress calves’
creativity
(it is the edict of a monstrous monarch!…melancholy-
Nebuchadnezzar)
and emancipation women weep, snarling cruel tyrant, murderer
of fashion
yoga pants cloaked decimated by knee length pea coat savageness,
noses red
the mark of the beast imposed, and the hot knees uncomfortable
swag like young maidens and children buried, leave their
memories in summer
leave their memories’ in summer
(then, girls had a temple of sleek color coordinateness)
when King Solomon of sass reigned its as if this season: captivity
binds all Israelites in chains except the Persian rebels:
white girls in shorts, such a fascist display
uprooting the haughty imperious and redefining seasonal
femininity
the signature of confidence, carefree defiance and bodacious
strength
flexing sneakers with no socks in the face of booties,
crocs, riding boots
overthrowing Babylon
You are chilly sexiness liberating the passions of all who
behold subduing all tacky
nations before you; your style will loose the loins of
kings, and open before you
two leaved gates
two leaved gates
of daringness, of boldness, of exposing your legs to the
frost
yet marvelously unaffected;
beneficent precedence like a gate open; and the gates shall
not be shut;
when desire dies zigzags you make the crooked places straight:shorts forever!
you will break in pieces the gates of dull brass, and cut
in sunder
the bars of iron sloppiness
DC/MD/VA women will take notice and kneel, in obeisance
your skin smooth, radiant alabaster
hidden riches of secret places of zeal of the type of girl I
have always wanted
my drool turns to ice cycles, back to drool a warm front
approaches
an army to herald the diaspora’s demise a return to Jerusalem
the Shepherd of the chosen people come to set my lethargic
hypothermic heart
excited and free….hawtness has called you by name:
Cyrus
-------------------/
Isaiah 44:27-45:7
That saith to the deep, Be dry, and I will dry up thy
rivers: That saith of Cyrus, He is my shepherd, and shall perform all my
pleasure: even saying to Jerusalem, Thou shalt be built; and to the temple, Thy
foundation shall be laid. Thus saith the Lord to his anointed, to Cyrus, whose
right hand I have holden, to subdue nations before him; and I will loose the
loins of kings, to open before him the two leaved gates; and the gates shall
not be shut; I will go before thee, and make the crooked places straight: I
will break in pieces the gates of brass, and cut in sunder the bars of iron: And
I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places,
that thou mayest know that I, the Lord, which call thee by thy name, am the God
of Israel. For Jacob my servant's sake, and Israel mine elect, I have even
called thee by thy name: I have surnamed thee, though thou hast not known me. I
am the Lord, and there is none else, there is no God beside me: I girded thee,
though thou hast not known me: That they may know from the rising of the sun,
and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the Lord, and there is
none else. I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create
evil: I the Lord do all these things.
2 Chronicles 36:22-23
Now in the first year of Cyrus king of Persia, that the word
of The Lord spoken by the mouth of Jeremiah might be accomplished, The Lord
stirred up the spirit of Cyrus king of Persia, that he made a proclamation
throughout all his kingdom, and put it also in writing, saying, Thus saith Cyrus
king of Persia, All the kingdoms of the earth hath The Lord God of heaven given
me; and he hath charged me to build him an house in Jerusalem, which is in
Judah. Who is there among you of all His people? The Lord his God be with him,
and let him go up.
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