Bantering with Octagons

[drown]

uncoupled
with a muffled slurp...

her eyes
saw praise-slits
on the
depression
where it had been.

a bean for you.
a bean for him.

not a bean
for the
banger...

he left;
thumping the tv
after
winking at the depression.

 

[rubymystic]

My name
Depressed
On her tongue

a wandering monk carries it
across the sand
like a begging bowl

 

[Emily West]

Far off
I watch the clouds
My longing
For the past
Deeper than words

 

[rubymystic]

longing for a
scent of lemon
A sunlit tree
Green against a grey sky.


autumn wakes
the widow tremors
in her coffee

 

[Dillinger]

The lemon green cloud
Deeper than a monk
slurping beans after a depression

Ah - the wrath of the cherry-blossom coffee!

 

[Emily West]

I do not know
Who first whispered the word abroad
But all at one the very earth
Rocked with the roar of thunder
With white throat
Crimson cheeks
Long eyebrows of gray
She came at last to ascend the chair
Unfolding the secrets of truth
This youths of the great families
What do they know
Shifting from foot to foot?
Where kingfisher curtains hang tier on tier
And golden screens are deep?
Vainly you call on the bluebird
To deliver your passionate pleas!

 

[drown]

oh,
but were you
were
you there?

the monk;
feigning blindness,
heard nothing
through her
delirium...

then
blithly
traded the
child's name
for
an ego stroke.

stroke-stroke

were we rolling?

 

[rubymystic]

the ego
Settles in glowing emptiness
drip drip of monsoon waters.
Ancient image stares.
they've gone...

slurping the cherry-blossom coffee!
raising a toast to the octagens....

 

[Sweetpepper]

Emptiness is a mode of perception
It adds nothing to it
Takes nothing away
Monsoon wedding
The rain is coming
Holly water from heaven
Sprinkles the newly couple
Sipping God's nectar
Let's your mind driven

 

[Dillinger]

Holy Holly Rollers! The empty glowing rain is bantering with my internal octagons at a frequency beyond the range of normal normalcy. I fear the ancient monk is going Thelonius on me.

 

[Sweetpepper]

Swirly furry thoughts?
Ups!
Tts gone.
Down!
It drowns
Ancient?
Not quite.
Monk?
Not close.
Normal? http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crazy.gif
Can you roll your tongue? http://www.tag-board.com/smilies/tongue.gif
You change your towels...
You are more likely to stop wearing something because _______.
Have you ever given someone a fake name or phone number?
That's normal
Guess who
http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/headbang.gif*boo!*

 

[rubymystic]

ancient
monk
revs
his
ferrari


fifteen years .....
his car
has found
true balance.
He is
off balance
and
distraught

 

[Sugar Dreams]

Coming
I match my steps with yours
Going
We share the very same dust
Equals
Of the beats
In no act forsaking one another
That we unite
Our bodies in a singe form
In life
Partners of a common chamber
In death
Two people in one coffin
Our love
Surpasses words

 

[rubymystic]

deep in a coffin
sound of leaves
even here, far away -

country of lawnmowers,
did you leave any
leaves of grass around me?

We share the very same dust
stray dog
trails behind me
after I glance back

 

[Emily West]

I see the river
Willows thick and leafy there
And I cannot understand the song

No string to my bow
No tips to my arrows
How can I live?

When all at once
The white sun slipped away
I raced the horses
Come home again

 

[Dillinger]

Racing glances forsake all arrows
Sharing furry nectar
My distraught narrows
My monk has the phone number of Hannibal Lecter

 

[Dillinger]

Rocking rolling thunder
Delirium clouds asunder
Holy crimson hippo
Dance I say, DANCE!

 

[drown]

the
dance structure
fooled them.

so,
stock-still stuck,
she produced glorious
tears
in crimson and puce;

a veritable
bloodmud
with a beat
all its own.

all the kids
now
dance to it...
and
her.

thunder-clap
to'em,
bitches!

 

[drown]

as cogently
cogent
as cogent could be...

the shit stirred herein
smells familiar:

beneath
an
earl scheibed
freshy-fresh
patina.

oh no!
not again!

~ as again, this is ~

not a one of them
reads
an original



one

 

[rubymystic]

not a one of them
reads
an original
said the straw
before
drowning

eyeballs rolling down
the ramp to the catapult.
breakfast?
scrambled eyes.

 

[Sweetpepper]

http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/weirdface.gif You mean like this? >> http://web.tiscali.it/pljnsky/smiles/eyepop.gif

 

[Dillinger]

Dance
dance
DANCE!
Double dance and double down.

I submit for your evidence, the rolling scrambled eyeball of destiny!

Enjoy.

 

[drown]

...and d dog....
you become
derivative.

c...

dig?​

 

[drown]

splattered sense
of
welcome mats
welcomed welcome in

and
she
was not pleased.

could have slapped her
had she been there...

though the organ grinder's
monkey
woulda
had to drop the change cup.

he had the freaking number...
tattooed in his skull

and lied;
right to my back.

she
prefers
me.

welcome
took his shoes off....
looked for her
to take them.


presumptuous;
'specially now.

 

[sigh]

skull tattoo
black over red
thought a birdman noticed five fine turtledoves

bake the pie
lick the crust
bubbling froth of incense
sweet as fire