Friuts drop at lauds like detumescent reveries
Sun-ripened longings matins chant
Mantra pages rustle light
but heavy-footed, nay jack-booted
uniforms plod by.
Heart heavy thud.
If their puppy dogs get stuck in branches
What precisely are the fucking chances
That jack-booted thugs will take up dances
And peer at you with the coyest glances?
Around slim to none, say I
If you are quite loathe to suffer heathens
You should be very clear in your reasons
Our moods can often change with the seasons
And those friends to whom you pledge allegiance
Can turn and spit in your eye
French Martinis and German Pornos; you have a vice, I have a hobby. Twice the man and yet half the woman; the top half, 'cause her ass isn't as nice as her breast.
We've got quadriplegic midgets involved in blowing up a truck of balloons shaped like a strap-on... and I am so damn tired of used tollet paper on the news stands.
Reams and reams of editorial excrement
The merman plot, just marketing I hear.
Bipolar Giants sinister ambidextrous organoids
Float like torpedo turds on watery biers.
Today is Independence Day
liberty of inner-soul
parthenons, fluted and doric
proclaim manumissions, dispensations, amnesties
unfettering of genis.
Worms fly and carrots screw
like lettuce leaves in heat
And cupid's little cherub prick
waves freely in the street.
reverse anachronisms shooters shot
Turdus merula - the blackbird
chants a litany profane plastic eaters wretch
Cavity genitor of mac the cat
Conundrum rolls its lay.
(FYI, anf for quite a while in this thread, Dill, BB, the others, and i have been taking at least one element from the previous post and weaving it into our own. Not that you have to, of course, but it's kinda cool to knit all the disparate strands together in that small way.)
Glorious release, relief, quickly subsumed into the begging pleading writhing captivity, my heart to yours, as surely as the bumblebee flies arrow straight toward the nectar of the Gods.
I am a god of lillies and graves, with my back against the sun and my eyes up turned in my head. I have no fingers, only lips which I use to kiss sweet honey from your cheeks. I answer no prayers and grant no requests - I only hold a flame.
Cym, don't forget that chaos is the driving force behind this thread. Let chaos take over...
The rectum of the Gods' emissions
Absolution for omissions
retributive positions chastisements unmerited
alliterations cosmic abundance deflated compositions
one-side moebus strips
ex hib ition ist
Deus ex machina
chug chug chug.
Blighted by puss boils psoriasis and eczema
the prophet faithful unemployed
Cried "Dog, I ma doog"
Give us a Job
only to be cursed geometrically
abscissa tickly with poxy pimples.
color
cooler
collar me now please before i can change my mind
minding as the gods chance lob changes my way
your way
every day
chaotic, despotic, allow it all to unfold as it will. Amen.