Bantering with Octagons

[cymbidia]

Aching mass of what was and what will never be voided lightly, flights of bumblebees notwithstanding, while serenely, slowly, supremely softly, the queen skates away on the thin ice of a new day like a ship to the shore of a new country during her maiden voyage, blooded but unbowed.

 

[freescorfr]

Titanic, now unbowed, the archer, Cupid, Eros, Diana, Jove and
Heraclitus, apeiron stuff. What matters is to contemplate, Averoes avows an epoch bloom of bumblebees - they neither sting nor honey bring - amuse a muse phlegmatic as a pilgrim, Canterbury bound on Easter's eve.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

If these shadows do offend, then bugger them all without end, without fear, without daisies bending in the morning dew to great the day anew. Shake off this mortal coil and straighten your spine as rosemary remembered and thoughtful pansies dance around the fairy fire.

 

[cymbidia]

Shadows bugger off, allowing the isostatic rebound of hearts too long stilled beneath those titanic weights another lease at living, loving, and doing the boogie-woogie. By the twelve gods, numina all, it is good to be alive!

 

[sigh]

i sing the song of rebirth
shrugging off the heinous weight
raising my head to the sky
shaking off the fluids of my mother's womb

ah yes, what a day it is

i'm hungry now
which small creature should i eat?

 

[tortoise]

lecherous creatures
with treacherous features
hopelessly ponder
and aimlessly wander
numinous islands
with luminous highlands,
cavernous lowlands
and ravenous orangs

 

[cymbidia]

Primal imperative, indeed.

Hunger drives it, panting with need, thirsty with swollen desire, skin highlighted by a thousand points of sensate overload, stretching retching with barely suppressed greediness for the last morsel on the heaping platter of sensory input.
Fuck me! Feed me! Fuck me! Feed me!
Now! Now! NOW!

 

[sigh]

bloated
groaning
slippery
straining
exausted

bra off
legs spread
floating in a golden glow

satiated at last
god, it was good

 

[tortoise]

gleaming droplets clinging
a million domes glistening
cold gooseflesh tightening
quivering trembling spasming
fevered landscape of desire

 

[sigh]

long luxurious shower with my love
sheets of glistening soaps sliding off our bodies
rinse away the scented juices of our love

down down down the drain...swirling as a whirlpool
stains of our sex slide into darkness
swept to a sewer
treated
cleansed
freshened
to fill our tub another day

for now, though, i curl with a book

 

[Black_Bird]

Cleanzed by twelve
Killed by another.
Held together by ten
Thrown a part by a traitor,
Changed by seven
and chained by one.
Remembered by three
but forgotten by the last.

 

[cymbidia]

Numbers of members and numbers of fears conspire to keep you drowning in fears and just when think you're ahead of the game, the numbers change colors and say you're to blame.

 

[sigh]

the color of numbers
one
two
three
fly to the end of time
for who can say
what the color is today
of seven or six or nine?

jumble your numbers
fool with the code
mathematica madness reigns

in chaos we grow so old

 

[Black_Bird]

Bah - you say Chaos is the Order of the Universe? Such an outdated theory. Please, get with the program! Vibrations are the in-thing! What are vibrations? Well, you know when a woman hums when she's giving you a blow job? It's sort of like that - the whole universe is humming while giving me a blow job.

 

[sigh]

good
good
good
good vibrations

hummmmmmmmmmers for you and me
seed spills into open mouth
no egg waiting there
poor infertile bird seed
dies in saliva

ah well...another day
another hummmmmmmmmmmmer for you

as the species falters

 

[cymbidia]

The species falters for failing to fuck well, to fuck decently, to fuck the right hole. What the fuck is wrong with you perverts anyway? If it was good enough for...

And the violins continue to play the same sweet sad swan song.
Sob.

 

[sigh]

the sweet sad swan song of sentience
a species sails serenely away
all for the want of a proper fuck
in the right hole just once a day

 

[Black_Bird]

Holes. Paper hole puncher. Paper hole. Holes. Like the holes in flesh. You're mouth is a hole. You're ass is a hole. Asshole. Mouthhole. Holes. Holes in your breath. Holes in your eyes. Holes in the way I feel about you. Holes like a printer on the frizt in the middle of K-mart during their white sale.

Why can't we have more wholes?

 

[freescorfr]

Undelivered letters, wrongly postmarked, carry messages to nowhere, like a wrong hole fuck. Matching is the key, and locksmiths who ensure a key's monogamy, albatross security. Magpies thieve and cuckoos squat. Post-marked, post-coded, post-coital bliss.

 

[cymbidia]

The holes in my heart are being repaired, repairs are proceeding apace, pacing while i wait in silence as the whole universe wheels slowly above my head, its dazzling immensity lost against the ugly glare of my petty concerns. Bleed on, holed heart, get it out, get it gone. A whole heart beckons.

 

[Black_Bird]

The glare of wheels above my head, spinning springing swinging my song like a blade out for blood or at least a head of cabbage. Have you seen my Garbage Pal Kid card collection? I've got some good ones. Like a girl who has a razorblade for a head - she's got some problems, but I still would like to date her. Hey, we've got to stick together and not let all to obvious fruedian slip-up divide us together, when we need so badly to be added up and confused like numbers to a Qabalist on Saturday.

 

[freescorfr]

Painful freudian stick-ups this sabbath night, horseraddishes in kidney coils, the diaphrams' preventive gate are bramble barriers to naked warriors. Imagined reality is never what I imagined.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Pre-caffeine cognitive shrinks to the highest base level as reality pushes against the plastic wrap surrounding my orb, thoughts projectile and rebound as the sabbath reproves.

 

[freescorfr]

Proves and reproves, baker said. I need some dough in shape of long cods. Ah, French sticks, projections of an ego bird, goulash bound, unless it nests in Padua tonight.

 

[Dillinger]

Caffeine walks by itself in the park yet sits by the water with liquid intensity. Ego conscious enlightening discussions swerve endlessly through the elevated high of new green wonder.