Yay! Conga rats, Yer Honour.
Now, here's one I prepared earlier (when it looked as if no-one had liked my piece, which wasn't surprising, as even I didn't find it easy to decode after. For the appreciation which came later, many thanks.
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As I realised, too abstruse
Nine points of the law
Shaman's oldest as profession
Predicating carnal vice.
Now arrested for possession
Power demonic, for a price.
Carbonised at law's discretion.
Quasilegal sacrifice.
Natural products, made to measure
Each emotion stimulate
Potions, pills or powdered pleasure
Modifying mental state.
Compounds born of excess leisure,
Futureless and intestate
Incubus or blood-crazed killer
Choose your spirit, cocktail, straight.
Personality distiller
Ultimate sensation wait.
We'll take over, we'll direct you
Exorcising won't protect you.
I think it was Heinlein who pointed out that the medicine man, or protopriest, was the earliest speciality in primitive society, well before those who trade sexual favours (and who are in large part part-timers, rather that true professionals). The shaman seeks out consciousness-modifying substances, naturally occurring or blended, cooked and treated to obtain the required results. Thus he is the pusher, the medical student brewing LSD and extasy in his dorm bathroom.
But the shaman also calls spirits, brings back the long dead, and this one offers his clients the kick of being taken over, acting out fantasies with no guilt, pleasure without morning after blues – possession of the demoniac style.
And I tried to get this into seventy-five words, and maintain rhythm and rhyme withal? I must be deranged, possessed by the malign ghost of a failed poet.
And here are a couple of other entries I rejected, feeling the time had come round to leave the prosaic.
Domination
"I wish you wouldn't manifest while I'm with a client"
Ten years hadn't changed her. The leather concealed any wrinkles, but still slim and athletic.
The client resembled my ectoplasmic form down to the whip marks and burn scars. His rope welts were under the ropes, and he was flaccid from terror, but otherwise…
"You should have charged extra. As when strangling me," I intoned. Melodramatic, but there are standards. "He'll live. Unlike you."
Leibestot
Relief and purest ecstasy to escape from the drips and drugs, a body grown too tired to be forced into life any further.
Benevolent machines that have been torturing blood out of the body, filtering out wastes, adding nutrients then obliging it back through reluctant tissues recognise defeat, and stop; the blazing archway of life's ending beckons on to endless painlessness.
Afterphysi
(same building as aftermath, but a floor higher).
The empty hall still resonates
Reverberating drumkit stilled
Dust settles where the eighteen wheeler left.
The holographic vocalist
Extinguished now, his rôle fulfilled
Resides on hard disc, of vivacity bereft.
The AC thirties cool, valves ping
The steaming fetid air is chilled
The straining girders lighten'd of the PA's heft
A scent hysterical, once audience.
A star by malady was killed
And present's future from the past is reft.
The once and future Queen