Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

Breathing in the dazzling lustful wind I venture out into the diamond azure seagull sky where a defrocked priest offers me sausage and farmer's daughters. I cunningly explain in passing that while I will take the daughter off his defrocked hands I will not be needing his sausage in as I have one of my own, thank you.

We make fierce love just like Fonzie would and pass like Norwegian Gods into the next century where we meet a derfrocked priest who offers us sausage and farmer's daughter's. We cunningly explain in passing that we need neither since we already have both.

 

[Guest]

 

[freescorfr]

The priest's mass was valid but illicit like many peccadillos. Pescadillos, deep fried are licit, but if full of mercury, cause invalidity.
Amontillado is often dark amarillo. Oloroso, El Dulce wants it out of the barrel: don Quixote wants her over a barrel. The windmills of mindswept La Mancha beckon to his chivalrous lust as Shakespeare plays in Salamanca. So Burgess said.

 

[sigh]

tie me naked over a barrel
with black silk rope and leather
then throw a party

such a centerpiece i'd be

aah...here come the bishops
now the fun begins


as the music plays
and the lights flash low
the bishop looses his collar
ride the barrel bishop dear
pull out the bung to find the hole
but watch for bloody spinters

for this bung bites

 

[Impetus]

Mormon?

-I

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Donny and Marie were Mormon, so they could only drink Hi-C. Gallons and gallons of the sweet, red liquid. Grinng with their quaffs of non-alcoholic beverage, secretly wanting to be a little bit rock and roll.

 

[freescorfr]

The Garden of Eve was no paradise for Donny without Marie, so he took a stick of Brighton Rock and hung it from a tree. The rappers punctuated that rock and rolled around in esctacy, reading the letters backwards "snog Atco". A pretentious soloist infiltrated invisibly, so Donny and Marie were wed.

 

[sigh]

incest and alligators
donny and marie
white teeth grinning
dancing their silly white people dances
dimples all aflutter

do they rut?
can shoes be so white?
so many sequins
and polyester pant suits with flairs

 

[Dillinger]

Test tube don Quixote's congregate around cyborg Donnie and Marie clones and begin to dance the dance of polyester raps. Afterward they all enjoy a two pack of bud.

 

[Black_Bird]

Clones.
cLones.
clOnes.
cloNes.
clonEs.
cloneS.
Clownes.
clOwnes.
clowNes.
Clowns.

 

[freescorfr]

Cloned clowns replicate pathos and nihiltes all intersubjectivity. That's the problem with cloning clowns. Children in the big top all know this.

 

[tortoise]

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, step right up and prepare to be amazed, enthralled, bewitched and bewildered. If you have a weak heart, I am afraid that I must ask you to turn and leave now, for what lies behind this curtain is certain to so shock and startle you that your life would certainly be in peril. If you have a stout heart and an iron constitution, however, your life will be forever changed by what you are about to witness. If you are brave enough to step through this curtain, you will behold something which will alter the way that you look at the world, and challenge each and every one of your preonceptions about the universe we inhabit; something so bizarre, so beautiful, so extraordinary that no one could possibly gaze upon it and not be forever changed, irrevocably. For behind this curtain lies none other than: a rutabaga that looks EXACTLY like former Secretary of State Henry Kissinger.

 

[sigh]

but......
i thought henry kissinger WAS a rutabaga

wasn't he?


the clone of an eagle will fly
as surely as any other
droning clones of eagles in flight

a squadron overhead
duck and cover
makes no matter

the clones are coming
the clones are coming
the clones are coming

 

[Impetus]

Ixtaccihuatl, unbranded by mitocondrial non-pleasurables. Mon Doth, try backswinging with or without under-lords, lauding piratey treasures. Duckworth? There is no Duckworth. Go home.

-I

 

[freescorfr]

Kissinger nee Duckworth was no clone. Secretary of State and circus performer - does nor a clone nor cloner make.
History's first cloner, William Caxton, working with the product of human minds and "Ineuntum verbum est" as raw materials which soon became an auto da fe, would today be an internet porn web-master.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

The raw material of human minds is like Cirque du Soleil circus performers, stretching, reaching, growing, scaring, delighting. Often imitated, never duplicated, somtimes dessimated.
Let the cloning commence number one.

 

[Dillinger]

Beginning to commense common sense conundrums continuing daily till the end of the century.

I am become a name, I have been amusingly conjucated and the world appears in green-eyed multi-dimensional wonder.

Call any vegetable Call it by name
Call one today When you get off the train
Call any vegetable And the chances are good
Aw, The vegetable will respond to you

 

[freescorfr]

Vegitables are human like anyone else. Vegitable psychiatrists find split-root carrots have bipolar disorders if planted on the equator. Endomorphic potatoes often depress markets and Dow Jones won't eat caulifower - never and his mum once smacked him for not polishing off his sprouts. He's fairly stable now after his bad fall last year.
Concussed green beans seldom recover consciousness.

 

[Dillinger]

Green bean green genes run RNA/DNA diagnostics on political impersonators pretending to be walruses and sheep in doll's clothing.

 

[sigh]

the wool of a sheep
the silk of a worm
the fibers of a plant

dressing in cloth everyday
undressing from cloth
to nakedness

dancing nude
nipples trembling
vagina cloaked nonetheless
within thighs

a man's sex is there for everyone to see
but only the favored few see mine
even when i'm naked

the sex of a woman is mystery

 

[freescorfr]

Woman is a mystery, an ever-changing mixture:
Surprises.
Her sex is a Cyclop's eye.

The man who wants only the perpetual sucker
Is easily blinded by the sunlight
Of a woman's noon.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

When Odysseus pierced my Cycloptic Eye, I felt pain, fear, heat, and release. Who knew the man under my sheep's belly could produce such feeling? Such agony? Such, such, such..... mystery. And now he sails the sea again, leaving me impaled on a ghostly memory.

 

[freescorfr]

Sweey beauty, meritrix of more compassion, now left love-longing 'twixt the Scylla and Charbdis of girl and motherhood, seek now thou thy recompense and fill your life with hapinness, not in the Lotus Garden, but in the bosom of my heart.

 

[tortoise]

Polyphemus Nicodemus Pyle
Pachydermus terra firmus mile
Sallow shallow wallow willow
Strike the harp and flip the pillow

 

[sigh]

sadness for the cyclops
compassion for the lonely monster
in his rocky cave
blind now

understand the twisted ones
the range of normal is wide
look inside to see
we all have our twists
haven't we?