At The Cave (Linzy AS, W. Germany, 1975) (poem)

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Yo, Apple, he got the MDA,
and Beverly, she got them long, long jeans,
and Shelley, she be tiny and mean
in a dark basement club on this military base.

And pale Margaret, she got them crotchless hose
(and sure that be all the better t'expose
lips damp in equipose).

And Rosanna dear, would guzzle her beer
wit' her hubby, Spike, who done brung her here.

The lights be low, the music be hot,
thumpin', thumpin', thumpin' a lot.

And Apple be handing us packets of cellophane
and up and up we's noses it goes,
the little white grains of afrodeezick snow--
all sense be lost in that feeling's gain.

Oh, we hot to trot, don't you know,
and Whoa! where be Apple's hands agoin',
but up and up Margaret's inner leg,
and th'other up tiny Shelley's, too--
no need to whine, no need to beg;
them hands, they be welcome here,
ain't nothing fo' us but to giggle, leer,
and settle back in our hot, blue groove.

The lights be low, the music red hot,
thumpin', thumpin', thumpin' a lot.

Now Rosanna and Spike,
wuh-oh, they be thinkin' alike,
and they gonna take it out to the parking lot,
gonna find the bottom of her honey pot,
oo-wee, oo-wee, they gonna dip and dive,
back seat dancin' in a '65

four-door coupe by Mer-say-DEEZ,
bare ass shining to a streetside light.
Oo-wee, oo-wee, that be a sight to see.

The light be high, the music quite low,
and they be thumpin', yeah, tout suite
accelerando.

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Picture this:  a shaped composition
in black and white, one bound in black
though peopled in white--damp Georgia cracker,
black Apple's sure stuttering finger,
Bev and Shel's dark laugh in the back,
pale streetside lovers in coupling position--

and what did these have to do with those?
And how these colors come juxtaposed?