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[Vulgar]

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Jammin' with the bandoliers
The prince of elderwind was on the trumpet
blowing out mammathus smoke clouds
from under his wooly stubble

Siberian undercoats huddle by the chorus of firepokers
The musical bandwidth is staggering
blues brothers are jagged, junebug hominids
but alongside him,
you're really not in the same league.

Perforated red coats step up along the cottonsky
They flex their wings, release batons
Sigmund Freud passes by on a giant coathanger
Titus raises his mead to the gladiator champion
The most accomplished of feats; genius
equipped with an Einstein shaving kit
and Oppenheimer's record player

Feeling the alabaster shrubbery
Checking for fuel leaks in oil fields of dreams
..lamenting the strokes.

[unpetitfauve]

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I feel the word "jammin'" is inconsistent with the diction you use in the rest of the poem.  It starts a strong poem off on a weak note.

This was a very enjoyable read.  It had a unique elegance.  I love your style.

[Vulgar]

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Thank you malade. 

[exnihilo]

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I loved "junebug hominids"