Bantering with Octagons

[rubymyst]

hoops
loops
sugary
burps

no nasal whine

just a tinge of
antiseptic
monotonous
drone

 

[Debbie]

No sheep leaping through hoops.
No counting sheep leaping through countless hoops.


Scarcely awake heavy eyelids droop silently while making muffled screaming sounds due to sleep deprivation. Each eyelash whimpers whilst trying to imagine dreaming of fluffy clouds and the rainbows end.
No gold, just gold fairy sleep dust.

 

[Guest]

 

[Debbie]

dilly dally
silly sally
she's swell
he's dillicious
the puss fell in the dilly well
dilly dally
don't a do not
things are silly swell
do a dill dwell a not
swell well yeah a daisy dilly chain

 

[Gusty Wind]

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[freescotfr]

Long thyme, no sea.
Lost in the waves of hair, the ether, the air waves.
Floating back to counsel take
And sometimes tea.

 

[Gusty Wind]

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[freescotfr]

"It's been raining ducks and hens" said Rover to Amelia.
"About time, too," Amelia said. "The mice are parched."

 

[Gusty Wind]

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[Guest]

 

[rubymyst]

hair monsters ....

Was it a werewolf on the prowl?

Was it Bigfoot who just ran by?

Was it an alien from another planet -

Maybe it was a gigantic mutant rat -
a huge rodent with a bad attitude -
who has a hankering for my cats!

 

[sigh]

faraway thoughts of feline adventures
and monsters under the bed
flow forth all you allienated egoists
for the battle
for our children
is on

beaten down
bloody
it hurts, you know

 

[sigh]

weight is a most interesting thing
it's an excrutiating burden
on the shoulders
crushing
down
all
the
fucking
way to hell

on the rooftop there's only a low railing
between me and the street far below
in my heart, though
the barrier is more formidable by far
for my son sleeps within

it's me who keeps the cold outside his window
and his blankets piled deep

innocence and beauty
sanity clings to lovely things

 

[Effigy]

ah the incongrous lovely things
Hearts of butterflies with satiny wings
Sanity wins
Not often you see
Look out side the window
Gravity screams
Fall fall drop
Stop
down

 

[rubymyst]

gravity
ms
gravity
has her own language
etches deep, effects to last,
impressions to reach minds
holds light tight unlike any other thing
dug out, laid down, lifted up;
it has its own breathlessness,
it renders the eye mute,
carries and ties life in unusual patterns, demanding its freedom;
she touches the mind with her words

 

[sigh]

word minds of unusual clarity
strike chords of dissonant beauty
like jazz played backwards
through an inversion of solar winds

deep bass notes tremble through me
rumbling deep in my bowels
and my labia shiver slowly
to the humming, thrumming beat

so loud
so pervasive
and inescapable

my teeth ache with it

 

[Effigy]

of longing
of need
of planting the seed
the throbbing
the humming
hearing you coming
is it all over
or just began begin again

 

[ClaudiusMaximus]

seeds once planted
grow
acorn into tree
sucking water upwards
by a completely different principle to the archimedean screw

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[Debbie]

Inside outside flipside sideswipe broadside upside down turn a round umpteen times till dizzy feelings go hand in hand with
repetitive puking and incoherent ramblings spew forth whilst
diarrhoea accompanies painful spasms with withered hands and
wasted body yet you still wearily smile wanting nothing but to be grateful and burdening no one with the load you carry thinking how good life has been to you yet understanding that life is
harder now and not wanting to go to leave loved ones though yearning to be with loved ones who have passed you know tis near your time and you will watch over us never forgotten but truly loved missed and blessed by.


Keep on trucking 'cos life is like a road trip.
Next stop; Deluslionalville aka Reality.

 

[Dillinger]

The principle of delusional acorns states that loud jazz is inescapable unless etched into the heart of a butterfly.

 

[sigh]

i once anticipated a most thoughtful glance
and then it came

thank the village
for the idiot
for in the simple
there is divine


butterfly butterfly butterfly

 

[Debbie]

ruffled sigh and wrinkled sob
tender groins and plump drum kits
nothing makes sense on cloud cuckoo
wandering through fields of fluffy thorns
floating on clouds of nail beds
tis all the same sensation when your
mirror image screams of inner frustrations
and silently protests about the cruelties
of fluffy pillows and cute kitty pups that float like the
flutterby and stink like a poopy dog fart.


Herb advice:
Butterfly don't fly too close to the sun for fear you will
become a butter smear on a hot day.

 

[LordOfDarkness]

I've never been here before. What in heaven's name are they doing? Anybody read these stuffs?