writing live

[greenmountaineer]

Bada Bada Bing

Yoga pants slide off easy
in Bada Bada Bing's parking lot
2:30 am after closing
before Don Luigi's driven home
who likes to watch Enzo, his driver
drill the bimbo dancer, "Marron!"

whose fun bags get the best of the don
who otherwise would hear the holy drone
"of fifty freakin' Hail Marys, Enzo,
goddam red spaghetti at night,
and, watchamacallit, freakin' ED."

 

[butters]

Decompression's a Wonderful Thing
..
The weight of time is like water,
six leagues overhead,
no chance of surfacing slowly,
no breath left

and then he remembered -
gills!

 

[HarryHill]

and then he remembered -
gills!

It takes long time to swim all that distance,
across silvered moonlit seas of midnight
the surprising thing is finding yourself on the other side of the mirror

 

[butters]

this heart
is loud
is making itself heard
felt
insistent
like the double drums
even in these quiet moments
it fills my ears
pulse trembling through these limbs
''you should write something, baby''
but i can't think
beyond these tides...

 

[HarryHill]

this heart
is loud
is making itself heard
felt
insistent
like the double drums
even in these quiet moments
it fills my ears
pulse trembling through these limbs
''you should write something, baby''
but i can't think
beyond these tides...

Sunday in Dagenham, the schoolyards quiet, no bells or yells
across the street clouds hover over Dalek chimneys
even if the wind made a sound above a sigh and I
explain the annealing process begun by magnetism and gravitys fall
alloyed Sunday

 

[HarryHill]

3 glasses of wine ...

and it's red
all red
not fucking pink
no fuckink krylon either though shes cryin' for the light
to be shut down; it's midnight in Dagenham n all's gone blur
between the devil and my lady's fur
he's got his hand up 'er skirt
and she's wrigglin' too hard to write
bite! that.

full moon's risin'
and precipitation's high
pretty as a picture
hung on a blind man's tongue
and he's laughin' as she squirms
up on tip toe as he reaches for the sweet dark chocolate centre......
..
what? wait? my turn oh,... to write, I was just getting off on your didfficulities'and .................# oh.
of course .. I stopped writing,,,,,,,,,,,,, what did you expect hey, don't stop oh.................
please, you write heh heh

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4fingers pmt
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end experiment
fuck

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[HarryHill]

Paper lantern hangs like a full moon on the morning sky
white against white, surface of dreams sparkling vision
a sea of bleach this rising from sleep to write
desperate to reach the surface with a single breath of memory
gone stale and dying before I can log on to the fucking computer,
long after, I've forgotten the words that woke me.

 

[HarryHill]

I remember, hours later, after sex and desperate dreams.
awakening to your voice
you've got time for coffee, baby
yeah, but not now 'cause i remember

It was the P's, the fucking P's, slipping
now almost gone again, the whole bucket full
while i sip coffee and curse
Puck.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[butters]

old honeysuckle curled dreams of cream and gold throughout her branches
dressed sleep-wild hair all-drunk on fragrant blooms
twined tendrilled-thoughts behind eyes blue with heart's-ease
kissed parted lips a-whispering of her fey love's secret hues

 

[butters]

drinking coffee from his mug
found a pair of socks in the laundry
took his broken clip from my bag
my fingers remember his skin

 

[HarryHill]

old honeysuckle curled dreams of cream and gold throughout her branches
dressed sleep-wild hair all-drunk on fragrant blooms
twined tendrilled-thoughts behind eyes blue with heart's-ease
kissed parted lips a-whispering of her fey love's secret hues

..
Blue bee wearing a sparkly purple head band
scrunchy reclamation
digression, ahem

In from the sun, scorched n sweating
neck caped mane dripping, fan on
he sits before his vanity, fusses with his hair
combs it with the scissors sweeping back behind the ear
new claws it on the side then twists the dividend
barrette on top, grins, sighs, reads

drinking coffee from his mug
found a pair of socks in the laundry
took his broken clip from my bag
my fingers remember his skin

I'm still walking around the house
astral binocular sight engaged
ghost skin aching for fingers
reaching to the eastern slopes

 

[butters]

..
Blue bee wearing a sparkly purple head band
scrunchy reclamation
digression, ahem

*grins*

In from the sun, scorched n sweating
neck caped mane dripping, fan on
he sits before his vanity, fusses with his hair
combs it with the scissors sweeping back behind the ear
new claws it on the side then twists the dividend
barrette on top, grins, sighs, reads

combed with scissors?


I'm still walking around the house
astral binocular sight engaged
ghost skin aching for fingers
reaching to the eastern slopes

*touches screen*

 

[HarryHill]

*touches screen*

closed scissors used as a one tined comb

 

[butters]

still
the pus of poetry to be drawn
from old wounds...

of how limbs are emptied shells
house no bone or meat but a thousand
cellophane-voiced wings
ready to take flight

hollow
but heavy as clay
brittle statue
cracked and ready to shatter

pour your words softly
in the ceremony of love
restore this vessel
with a heart's sweet waters

 

[HarryHill]

A trance of introspection
bold bunnies of the blacktop
concentrate, remember, disseminate

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[cripple92996]

lku

I love being touched exposing arms for a pat

 

[butters]

fey-ling
dulcimer loridarr
gently play sweet grieving notes
broken chords on faltered hearts
string love's own weeping ache
release the clotted dam of pain
let waters fall
and fall
in kindness cleanse the open wounds
that time will never heal

 

[Remec]

Broken Chords

Wide-spread fingers
will not suffice to make
the right notes,
a little flat now,
sharp later on,
nothing seems to make
it sound the way my
ears,
mind,
heart, say that it should,
Maybe the strings have
been wound too tightly,
or left to sag enough to
have fallen out of sync,
out of tune,
Or it's just the wrong
music to begin with.

 

[butters]

*waves to remec*

fallen out of tune
out of rhythm
and sag is such an ugly word
when relaxed, softened, or loose
would sound far kinder

i've some looseness going on
it's true
but there's a man who takes the ugly away
knows this heart is taut and rippling
muscled and scarred
arrythmia caused by feeling more than it's known
reciprocated

 

[HarryHill]

Movement draws the eye
Fay slip through the shadows,
bush to bough, one not sly,
spotted from behind the monitor(.)

A cry of warning, run away!
Laugh from the Middle World;
sneak back in
while he writes(.)

 

[HarryHill]

Akoshan Farewell
..
My friend who I have not seen
for oh so many years said, do remember when
We played around the campfire
you with your fiddle, me with my ax...
There was one song you never taught me
you know the one I'm talking about?

Yes, I recall, hell of a thing to ask a cripple boy
who cant hold a bow or tears long enough to show you