Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

Time is. Time was. Time after time by time for all good things must come to pass on by.

 

[tortoise]

The flotsam of the righteous knaves
Scatters on the storm-tossed waves
The undulating contours of the wine-dark sea

Willow will bend before the gale
Oak stands fast, to no avail
Shattered like the ravaged waves of the wine-dark sea

The winds of change blow foul or fair
Fear them not, tis but the air
Life is ever shifting like the wine-dark sea

 

[Dillinger]

The bullfrog and sleazy doves,
Lay dying in the cave.
All flimsy were the boring loves,
And the Rome baths with Dave.

Beware the Chinese wok, you nun,
The laws that fight, the eggs that hatch,
Beware the hot tub dirt,
And the dubious candy batch.

 

[cymbidia]

Nun sense.
Non sense.
No sense.
No cents?
Cents negative, dammit
And don't doves need that AM coffee?
Hazelnut, mocha, vanilla, toffee
Slurp it deep, yeh, cram it.
Deep down birdie craws
Boulders slipping sliding ruminating
Mixing matching. Unmatched! Fumigating
Death comes in hairy paws.

 

[Dillinger]

He survived the ordeal, even the test of the tiny pews. At the same time the flap over the damn bra continues unabated. This will not change.

 

[Guest]

 

[Andreina]

i had a cinnamon and raisin bagel today.
i found 23 raisin in it.
and a half.
where is the other half?
i was sad for it has lost its other half.
two halves should always remain together.
if they can not remain together they should at least wear pink jumpers with a dark green star on them.
or pine strip socks as earrings.


thank you very much.


Halo

 

[Black_Bird]

My penny is real.

 

[Andreina]

i have a pussy.
my fuckbuddy is allergic on cats.
much ado about nothing.


Halo

 

[tortoise]

Waffling about cannibalism invariably leads to conspicuous canine cannabis consumption, the only remedy for which is to STOP THROTTLING THAT FIRECRACKER, FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!

 

[Black_Bird]

pen pen pen pen
pen pen pen pen
penny for nothing
nothing for a moment
A moment in time
a scrap of paper
and I need a pen.

 

[Black_Bird]

What? No one has a moment to fry up some stars?

 

[tortoise]

Dysentery sedentary predatory purgatory
Pointilistic nihilistic kneel lizard kneel
Suppurating perspirating perspicacious palpitory
Picking up the pieces of the shallow thorned steel

Appellation admiration aspiration stop
Flagellation fluctuation flat-leaf parsley drop
Summoning the numbening of the sensible slaughter
Piss or get off the pot, never hold your water

 

[Dillinger]

I am the frying pan god! Oh wait no... you are.

I'll share.

 

[tortoise]

Celibate stains on the ceiling
Orange marmalade or lime
Dogs without legs are appealing
The bold judgments of the divine

Multicolored suits can be crutches
Stay long enough for a sip
Escaping the punitive clutches
Of the ne'erending post-nasal drip

The bowsprit and the carpenter's wife
Know not what it is they have done
For twice now they've ventured into a life
Fit not for a twice loaded gun

Sadly, the windmills of yesterday wane
And the pool cues of tomorrow wax bright
For ever do sea captains long for the reign
Of the kelp eating lords of the night

Toil not in the soil of the gardens of soot
Nor linger too long in the mist
Until the betrayers of lemons take root
And we have enough ink for a list

Furniture frightens you not, you say?
And for baskets you care not a wink?
Well, let's see how adroitly you handle the day
When the New Age is allowed to drink

Flutter not, lest ye too be fluttered
And be damned sure you don't take a leak!
For all that we want is our toast to be buttered
And our vultures to be sharp of beak

 

[Black_Bird]

I am the frying pan god! Oh wait no... you are.

I'll share.

Pft. You always was a tweed jacket and today you've got walking octopi all over it.

 

[tortoise]

When you've had dingoes dancing on YOUR bladder, THEN talk. Rudimentary nautical skills notwithstanding, the cardboard cutouts simply have to go, unless you want your toes to be painted yellow with a brush so broad it would strike fear into the heart of even the most die-hard wombat junkie.

 

[Black_Bird]

Wombat Junkies? WOMBAT JUNKIES?!? You obviously haven't booked down the ups, now have you? Such compact elephants should be allowed to yell such sweet whispers into the dead rats laying about our museums. PLEASE! Lets not get into the subject of WOMBAT JUNKIES!

 

[cymbidia]

Sweet whispers, lips, noses, eyes like pink camellias floating riverlike toward us, scented like new love. Lust maybe. Masquerades are fun.

 

[Black_Bird]

Cards and whisky smiles; who knew paper could break bones? Flashing and touching has no end for the obscure and thumbnosed. Inject a little sanity? Or maybe a rose petal.

Fear, don't the. I can't.

 

[cymbidia]

Candy cane pencils become obscure as vegetative states are renounced. Flowers everywhere! Yes! YES! Yes! And pink camellias conduct themselves through the bordered masses with with serenity and elegance.

 

[tortoise]

"You are cold, hollow pilgrim," the onion said,
"And your lair is just one scary fright;
And yet you unpleasantly sand all your bread --
Do you stink of the sage or the rice?"

"With my juice," hollow pilgrim replied to this one,
"I smeared it to ward off the rain;
But now that it constantly pours, I have fun.
Rye? I chew it again and again!"

 

[Dillinger]

Furniture made from a celibate octopus whispers the scent of sane fear into pink candy pilgrims. Hoo yah!

 

[Guest]

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Static made old radio, I know.