A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

[butters]

Sue you? I'd much rather give you a nice rub-down...garlic-tinged honey barbecue work for you?

*snortgiggle*

turn me over 'afore i burn, mind

 

[Remec]

*snortgiggle*

turn me over 'afore i burn, mind

Over and over again...perhaps I should break out the rotisserie? Keep you slowly spinning on a spit so everything is heated through and through but nothing gets overdone ('cept maybe the chef)

 

[butters]

Over and over again...perhaps I should break out the rotisserie? Keep you slowly spinning on a spit so everything is heated through and through but nothing gets overdone ('cept maybe the chef)

^ that needs rendering poeticky

lmao at spit roast allusion *shakes head*

 

[Remec]

^ that needs rendering poeticky

lmao at spit roast allusion *shakes head*

Over the Fire

It was such a
trickle down thing,

rubbing shoulders led
to fingers prodding back
muscles and even lower,

until flesh was nicely oiled
and beginning to bronze,

"Over", and it began again,
shoulders to arms,
breastbone to breasts to
soft--yet firm--belly and,
once more, even lower,

then slipping the skewer into
place and watching things
heat up...slowly...bit by bit,
turning, now and then,
with regular pauses for
basting.

 

[butters]

lol, awesome
one off the cuff or one you knocked out earlier?





what?



whaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttttttttttttt?

 

[Remec]

lol, awesome
one off the cuff or one you knocked out earlier?





what?



whaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttttttttttttt?

Entirely off the cuff, my dear, just for you.



(Knocking out comes later, and will now prolly involve you...or is that TMI?)

 

[butters]

Entirely off the cuff, my dear, just for you.



(Knocking out comes later, and will now prolly involve you...or is that TMI?)

well i'm honoured


beats counting sheep

 

[Remec]

well i'm honoured


beats counting sheep

Definitely. Unless you're into that sort of thing, I suppose.

 

[butters]

Definitely. Unless you're into that sort of thing, I suppose.

nah, they have funny eyes

puts me right off

 

[butters]

Still stuck with the thought of butter beans ...........

just saw this, annie - could be worse, butters' bean

mind you, tinned butter beans are a bit gross

 

[HarryHill]

Over the Fire

It was such a
trickle down thing,

rubbing shoulders led
to fingers prodding back
muscles and even lower,

until flesh was nicely oiled
and beginning to bronze,

"Over", and it began again,
shoulders to arms,
breastbone to breasts to
soft--yet firm--belly and,
once more, even lower,

then slipping the skewer into
place and watching things
heat up...slowly...bit by bit,
turning, now and then,
with regular pauses for
basting.

..
Oh, well done

 

[butters]

*pins note to the dartboard*

*blows empty room a kiss, exits stage left*

 

[HarryHill]

*pins note to the dartboard*

*blows empty room a kiss, exits stage left*

She's a keeper
no damsel'd trout but sleek red fish
feeding in the sedge, keeping a wary eye on the 'gators
showing them her tail if they get too close
and all I can do is watch her swim away
no net, no bait, too late
she's gone.
..
*folds note carefully places it in a pocket, pours a drink while the train whistles in agony, traveling eastbound*

 

[butters]

it's a bit quiet in here

*pops a cerveza, takes a long sip, shoes off, juke-box on, hair down, eyes-closed dancin' ensues*

 

[Remec]

it's a bit quiet in here

*pops a cerveza, takes a long sip, shoes off, juke-box on, hair down, eyes-closed dancin' ensues*

Quiet can be good.

*sips on vodka and Coke while leaning back on a chair, feet atop the table, and watching the dancing over the rim of his still dark glasses*

 

[butters]

*stretches, yawns, curls up in a quiet corner beneath someone's leather jacket*

 

[butters]

Quiet can be good.

*sips on vodka and Coke while leaning back on a chair, feet atop the table, and watching the dancing over the rim of his still dark glasses*

ola! didn't see you come in

 

[butters]

quiet can be good, but dancing alone is only fun for so long

 

[butters]

ah well, guess he up and left

so i'll mix me somethin' sweet and low, and think poetic thoughts....

where the hell IS everybody? zombie apocalypse i didn't get the memo on?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

has everyone escaped and not given me a key?

 

[Angeline]

I dunno. It's eerie. And the lurkers are winning the contest, darnit.

 

[champagne1982]

I dunno. It's eerie. And the lurkers are winning the contest, darnit.

I'm super busy in this life, with a new job, so I haven't had time or energy for poetry. I'm lurking though.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Also lurking - low bio-rhythms atm.

 

[Remec]

Well, there's lurking and there's just sitting quietly in the shadows looking over the jukebox listings...*dropping in some coins and punching some numbers*

That should work...something slow and bouncy...the kind of thing you could dance alone to without guilt or find someone to dance together to...Anyone else here?

*bopping along*

 

[Angeline]

Also lurking - low bio-rhythms atm.

Yeah me too, actually.