Bantering with Octagons

i once wandered the path of dead steamed fish
and wondered at the stench
of pickled caiman
wrenched fresh from eggless birds with no flight

amalgam energies combine to turgid overflows of earthly tones
when torpid qualms are rendered
unholy
and sweet

lift glamour into the ages
and set its thoughts to abandoned laughter
for giggles are the heart of energy's lapse
and sorrow is its very soul
 
Wandering through fields of pickled qualms I encounter wanton nuts. I eat them. I become wanton myself. I go to a Chinese restaurant and I eat wonton soup. Now I am a wanton wonton.
 
he
hehe
hehehe went strolling along a basketway
when suddenly he came face to face with a cart
stumbling along, all alone
on square wheels

thump
thumpthump
thumpthumpthump

it's enough to make you wonder, isn't it?
 
He's a real Wanon Man
Sitting in his Wanton land
Dreaming of wanton women
and
Chow Mein





:D
 
Triple tit posts
Push dreaming boobs
Through heaven's hosts
And tops of tubes
 
hummmmmm
myo horenge kyo
running around my brain
or
is it
just the rain wood tapping
impatiently?
 
soft succulent tits
with nipples plump and sweet
float in languid warmth in a pool of cherry jello

in the sun
by the sea
in the summer
of our literal, cream-colored nostalgia

such a sight to see
 
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