Bantering with Octagons

worthy yet of something more in the great bargain
lydia waited patiently;
perched amongst stacks of found treasures
collected
and carefully sorted
on all of the surfaces about her.
she had greyed a bit at the temples;
and had acquired a pesky reed of a hair
that returned despite pluckings
just between her greyer now, eyes -
a sentinel :
(and a reminder to water the small patch of sweet mint that grew somehow in the rough swath of beggars dirt between the tenements)
 
larry chose the pink dress;
the one she had liked so, when things were right.
it suited her, although the side seams would have to be cut.
she'd lie girlish in her slumber
which suited him, although it would not be all he'd remember.
 
bull headed china doll in a tea cup shop
dinner dash no no waiter tip nor any cash
topsy-turvy, ditzy waitress she's for the chop
asked the chef what's for dessert - cunnlingus
someone on the menu for all then none for y'all
he said the doll replied show us your man dingus
We're in a bawdy house whore's drawers and smalls

none sense
nonsense
no sense
 
I bantered with octagons once, theycame at me, 8 sides deep, they said it wasnt unfair, that was the rules, I sighed.

I sigh

And I'm alone.

Yet, the manic street preachers.

They stole the sun from my heart.
 
She leaned down, relaxed into the concave
and revealed that my shoulder smelled good.
Inhaled my hair and burrowed back into my shoulder.

Such a simple declaration, unasked, yet...left surprised.
A gentle smile lost in thought, as she walked away.
Not knowing the trail of hearts wafting in the air left in her path.
 
The noise was of a different kind,
The silence did not hold a lease there
I go back and take in the sunny night
Senses heightened and more aware.

In my element amongst the elements
Soothing Falls mask the crazy that arrives
Mind controlled bears abate
Nature or nurture, both will simply thrive.
 
sandra broke the internet

by heaping upon it her claim that it owed her something for something she had written
 
I'm always drawn to that curl
Whether it be the first or the hundredth glance
It flops, he rakes at it, it flops

It wasn't to be tamed and so I found ease in making it mine in a clenched fist
During the movie it hung down but never in my way
Even when he thought he was getting his way, mine was being embellished.
 
there were things there wasn't time for... she'd taken hers, or so she'd thought; but he'd been greedy... only really edged.

tara looked at the feed-keeps
not so much to remember
as to plot.
 
Laser lights and pumpkin pie.
The sun baked fish swam in the arctic snow.
Stonewall Jackson had four aces.
Wild Turkey and politics.

Homeland Security is having some fun with this thread!
 
The car door let in the faint ammonia scent from the crushed eucalyptus,
but not strong enough to overpower the clear smell of sex.

His. So strong on my fingers and lips.

The communion wasn't to be from the merging, but from the deep belly laughs of it just not working out...that would be later.
 
She adopted the name, Inez

She locked the garden gate

Nothing stirred but the wind
in the dry rattles of weeds
and dry leaves


The garden wall was marked
Small paws, travelling through

Clear large eyes, spotted

The glancing glare
scornful scowl
quick as mercury

gone in a flash

The portrait is draped in black
The shawl drapes head and shoulders

The naked neck was offered warm fur
Sometimes, careless claws
What is inside those large eyes ?

It is not known.

I hardly know myself.
 
the words you did not know
held no rhyme reason or flow
nonsensical then tongue tied
misunderstood tired and cried
the disease a pilfering cruel thief
mind now full of massive disbelief
 
well, fran... it went like this...

i shoulda knocked him off his fat ass then.​
 
GOT

It must be bliss to live in your high and mighty mind of mediocrity
to laugh in the Halls of the High Castle at the servants and peasants
dining on your own witty repartee and the finest of fatty pheasants
they throng and titter, giggle and smile at your vain amusing cockery
 
mandy felt quite good with herself
and
andie did, quite too.

they chat-babbled at one another
as they toiled together;,
sweeping into the dark corners
between the floorboards
and into the forgotten places
that had,
by tacit neglect,
collected the funk and essences of almost 20 years...

quite proud, these two;
surveying their freshly cleaned and ordinally placed attic..
a space of our image...

a place that is clean
and proper
and safe...

without:
lingering question
spectral aura
or...
character...

they could chat-babble now without interruption
high up in the house
happy with their toil
serving tepid tea
unchallenged by the outside uglieness
and
right, oh so right
in their vanilla reign
 
mandy felt quite good with herself
and
andie did, quite too.

they chat-babbled at one another
as they toiled together;,
sweeping into the dark corners
between the floorboards
and into the forgotten places
that had,
by tacit neglect,
collected the funk and essences of almost 20 years...

quite proud, these two;
surveying their freshly cleaned and ordinally placed attic..
a space of our image...

a place that is clean
and proper
and safe...

without:
lingering question
spectral aura
or...
character...

they could chat-babble now without interruption
high up in the house
happy with their toil
serving tepid tea
unchallenged by the outside uglieness
and
right, oh so right
in their vanilla reign

What an excellent analogy, brilliant.
 
You may find me where the water swirls,
unencumbered by society say so’s and poli-co.
Look for the gilded locks; wild, yet tended.

You may find me amidst the fresh blanket of snow,
drawn out to play in the hushed woods,
Look for the snowflakes upon lashes, mere slits from hazy influence.

You may find me under the sun, soaking up nature’s Prozac,
exfoliating life as skin meets sand.
Look for the bronzed glow and dimples.

You may find me in the sheets...
tuck tuck.
 
There are so many
fucking feral cats
in my back yard

Actually
There are only two
But they ARE fucking

I suspect
A bumper crop of mewling kitteh is in the offing.
 
ƨƚɿɒnǫɘɿ ƚʜinǫƨ


cujo was a fucking pussy
pollys in the upside down
chuckys a f#cken wussy
IT's not a happy face clown
pennywise got my mind drift
demogorgon i c u q t pie
N0 7 of 9 has Eleven adrift
I'm floating can't say why
 
The movie will get an updated remake.
Same characters, unusual locale...the costumer
must accommodate for the weather.
The floppy curl shall be in the main frame,
perhaps a different twist in the end.
 
The movie will get an updated remake.
Same characters, unusual locale...the costumer
must accommodate for the weather.
The floppy curl shall be in the main frame,
perhaps a different twist in the end.

you're hot.

banter
banter:
 
Her big cow eyes bubbled up with tears,
She drew me in as did his keys.
The City of Stars pulls the heartstrings each time
Long after, I still hear the melodies.

Timing was right but for a season...
a quiet smile that I “got” it.
Appreciative of that shared intent,
my own wells every time in that last bit.
 
rolling dicey lemons
blowing for lady luck
whispering pucker up
you citrusy juicy fruit
show momma the goods
roll 'em no 7 lady luck
show me the money
holes in my weary soul
sold to the last bidder
devil asking a high price
I'm living on a hope and dream
gambling high on the hog
coming downs gonna be a bitch
 
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