The Boudoir of the Burlesque. poem by Carlos Mijares Poyer
(c)copyright May 2018, by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer. Caracas, Venezuela. THE BOUDOIR OF THE BURLESQUE What is that thingy betwixt your legs? Oh, decorum and socialité. Perhaps a twenty first century digital daguerrotype. The enamored tree gave you the fruit of love right "smack" on your mouth and Ahh... it all came down like a latin american stream of condensed passion. The porno-tech cartoons reminesced and told once again the forgotten story of poetry like it had never been told before sensual in redneck English country fried rice and all imitation is the English Way, y´all! Yes, that closet and laboratory set of Dr. Caligari had a secret entrance, that led to a secret window and that to The Yellow Submarine. -Help- is still and important song for Lennon the Brits says, and who am I to say among all this convoluted jargon in media of intranet MIASMA! Death will find its counterpart on-line, and so will the Devil! Jesus invented Facebook and th