Bantering with Octagons

Fire melts laughter like a boiling prince. Someday... someday... ah Angela Miles Davis is the Mac Daddy trumpet of all strumpets. Tootsie pop blenders thrust deep into the plastic compass of life.
 
i'm mixing metaphors with my petits fours
and cold strumpets with my tea
they don't want megaphones with their buttered scones
rather laughter from a flea

when using metronomes in your palindromes
you can't waste your precious breath
a bitter misanthrope almost never copes
with the cold specter of death

if all the matadors slept with ragged whores
you'd all say live and let live
but all your samovars are just metal jars
and they leak just like a sieve
 
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Rivers flowing and simple words floating along
Who would have known a book could be so boyant?
I'm not afraid, I've got sky and clouds on my side;
They've out lived gnats for quite some time now.

And everything is peaceful and nice. I've got a machine gun shoved up my ass.
 
The sky breathes metaphors of buttered palindromes. Pass the popcorn, please?
 
Happy happy joy joy. Happy Glimore Joyce DeWitt. To wit. To what? What wit? Whittling, of course. Follow me now.
 
follow me hollow me swallow me do
straddle me saddle me paddle me blue

coddle me waddle me throttle me wink
cripple me tipple me nipple me pink

fumble me rumble me bumblebee sting
bungle me jungle me fungal me fling

hickory chicory dickory dock
history herstory mystery cock
 
Stinging wingless wannabe wishes fly like thistled dreams into the firmament.
 
The Tik Tok man dreams of Oz but ends up in prison and finds out exactly how firm the ment can be.
 
dreams pale in the light of drifting sense
fly away oh pumpernickle
else you are eaten
 
Oz never did give nothing to the tin man
that a couple dozen pills wouldn't fix
odds are you've never danced with a pigeon
or frolicked in the cold winter mist
 
Licorice lovers anguish languidly o'er old spring swings while misty grasses waft. Graft the lemon trees for summer ade.
 
wafting waffles follow zaftig fossils
elegant elements elevate effortless estrogen

ah, fuck it... pass the licorice pumpernickel, will ya?
 
Elements: Tongue, Fist, Eye, and Toe.
Make the universe to take a go
At creating the universal perfect Hoe
Maybe to uncover all that we know
of the seed that we roasted, pissed on, and sowed.

All Praise Butternipples.
 
Pumpernickle pills elegantly fuck aching toenails uncovering the universal bun.
 
Foreskins on toast reign in Iraq,
Silicon farthings win oscars in Spain,
The binary spring spans the Jellinek loop
GTA3 or a fart or a poop.
 
Elegantly superimposing dreams on dirty little secrets, the first slice of morning through her toasty lace memories felt decadently needy.
 
hubris your mother with that mouth?

the prickly pear laughs at the glare
of the microscopic blurry stare
a lucid mind, yet all too blind
to the decadence of its own kind
 
Binary secrets laugh microscopically with, not at, toasted lace foreskins of dreamtime visions.
 
lie awake as the stars whorl about you
and agitate the starshine
pissing off aliens validates sleeplessness
 
you're late it starts with a birth ache worms a fake a narrow lane and penny use is not insane
sigh of a worried dame pissing to herself burn - pearl curves with sown seeds, mommy cure your own bleeds
Lead it cough a box leak, hunt, so, length, go, madder heart to matter with beer white pound right
Higher on a wire, reprehensive heaven aims, a rubberband for tire and a wombat site
Wet of lust and coming in a flurry with the juries seething pound your wreck
Seam by ream contortors battled, pumped, weathered hopped
Took up that flow baying! Wine, when? Uh oh, honor roll, copulation, summon wood, but whittle two
Pave your elf, swerve your shelf. Curled words its home weeds, mission to her part weed gummy with the capture and the severed and the white, blight
You alcoholic, pastry fought it, wham, spite, fight might, wheeling settee hike
 
I'm hiking
Taking a hike
Hiking up my skirt
Hiking up my bike

Up the hiking trail
Trail of saliva
A well beaten trail
Putting a trail on you.

You can't see
And hear you can't
And you think
You don't have a chance

and I'm going to sleep.
 
in the unbridled sea of ever-widening enthusiasm
i sit quietly


dip dip you wondrous dancers
dip dip
 
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