Bantering with Octagons

[Dhalgren]

“I’ve lost my sanity.”
He rummaged through his tattered bag for his lighter.
He glanced down at his watch and realized that the wax would be way to hard to write on with a pencil.
“Maybe a pen would work..or maybe my keys.”
He was getting cold sitting out there.. leaning against the glass doors of her apartment located by the water.
And he was getting bored with the cards constantly taunting him, telling him that he simply had no other choice.
The book showed him how he could divide his plate evenly with work and play…for sanity’s sake.
But what did it know, anyway?
He began to play with a twist tie he had found on the ground…bending it into cute little animal shapes.

 

[Black_Bird]

Deadly poison pills in cute little animal shapes. Ah - I didn't mean to insult all you Disney fans! What's your toy story and when are you going to get your head out of the pickle jar.

Dildos in the shape of Eeyore's head and thistle butt plugs! Someone's sure to buy it! I've got a ten spot that says that old grandmother will... for her grandson, of course.

Wink wink nudge nudge say no more, say no more!!!

 

[freescorfr]

No more, No more, the maiden cried
And so she got no more.
And so the maiden cried and cried,
For she had cried
"No, MORE!"

 

[sigh]

little animals curl into their tails
sleeping in a meadow of clover

scents waft upon the breeze
flights of birds rise up to greet the sun
cloud shapes shift silently
now one thing
now another
now gone altogether

 

[cymbidia]

How now brown cow she chanted silently, eyeing the gliding of the gulls, the romping of the rabbits, the wheeling of the cosmos as they dance the fire dance of life through the ageless, nameless, formless eons meted out to those of stellar importance. How now?

 

[Black_Bird]

You are just stellar. You are too. In fact, I think you are all stellar; all stars in my book. Each and every one of you. I love you guys so damn much!

 

[freescorfr]

The confraternity of the brioche, a crafted bread, starshaped, richly nourishing, pasture fruit, nibbling, ruminating, nurturing and our communion.

 

[cymbidia]

The shapes and sizes and colors of love, the bread of our dreams, sprinkles endless rosy-hued nurturing kisses through our lives. Roll and loll, kiss and hug, pass the brioche my lover.

 

[freescorfr]

Tearing brioche softly, golden dough and golden glow, an inner warmth, south of the rib-cage, both sides content. Secure in peaceful arms I can be just who I am.

 

[sigh]

spoons
sleeping as spoons nestled in a drawer
snuggled and warm

stainless or silver
details etched upon our handles
decades of teeth marks notched within our cups

fly away, fly away, fly away home

 

[cymbidia]

Silvery dreams spun out into golden tomorrows like the idle chants children up too late, too late, too late for the tea and the tillerman as we fly into tomorrow on the wings of tonight's dreams.

 

[sigh]

silver spur on naked nipple
sends shivers up my spine

oh my she said, but that tickles so!


heading south on lake shore drive, heading into town
shoulders...that city has such big shoulders

 

[freescorfr]

Vertebral cortex engineered for years
shoulders supporting our ancestors' fears
by touch and transmission, linkage and gears
Ensure that your chidren are no worse than their peers.

 

[Dhalgren]

Did you see it roaming lost within your head?
The one thing yet not spoken...
Deftly shaped iron and lead.

 

[Black_Bird]

Iron.
Lead.
The chant:
Iron.
Lead.
The walk like:
Iron.
Lead.
They talk like:
Iron.
Lead.
They touch like:
Iron.
Lead.
Please stop your:
Iron.
Lead.
Get out of my:
Iron.
Lead.
Help me take my:
Iron.
Lead.
Pluck it out of my eye:
Iron.
Lead.
Help me throw it away:
Iron.
Lead.
Metals of honor:
Iron.
Lead.
Metals of pain:
Iron.
Lead.
Metals of the Machine:
Iron.
Lead.
Metals of the Dead.

 

[freescorfr]

lead, deal, deal, lead
leas, seal, seal, leas
leap, peal, peal, leap
leer, reel, reel, leer
meet, teem, teem, meet.

Magic murmurings, murmuring, magic.

 

[Dhalgren]

Muttering magick deep under his breath..
He languidly poured the vibrant cast.
Bleu
And it was perfect.
Used to save the entire race of Wood Imps..
Metal to unfetter wood.
Could you imagine that?

 

[freescorfr]

Metal of an element unknown, the alchemist clown is weighted wooden down with clogs of sprites and co-inspired panties half round the ankles. Nobody laughs in the empty forest. An ancient lime alone has catkin drop. A tishoo he all falls up.

 

[sigh]

impish imps dance wildly across the stream
toes brushing across water
but not to wetness

majic magic majik, they say
i say they weigh no more than air, so don't sink
what's so magikal about that?

bend over and take it like a manling, you impish imp

 

[freescorfr]

In quicksilver flight, the impish sprite glides out of sight.The imp is not for bending. Tallons swoop and salmon scoop, the water is mercurial and slow.
A tender bough, bends orange peels and lemon rind, plum blossom gently drops. Impatience chides and carves the calf like cammembert.

 

[tortoise]

do you know what would really hit the spot?
a quicksilver and molasses cocktail
stirred, not shaken with an acorn on top
and just a dash of mockingbird entrails

I see you wrinkling your nose in disgust
but if you had the courage to try it
this drink would surely awaken such lust
that it would become part of your diet

if you don't believe me, ask Sam I Was
our dear resident culinary expert
his great food acumen will give you pause
and this drink is by far his favorite

 

[freescorfr]

cock tail pakoras get my pecker up
dashed with fly algaric and thyme
this leaf mould of lust is always a prelude to wine
The orchestra eats the symphony up
andante, aldente, allegro et al
the rythym ascending propelling my mood
the crescendo crashes the ducks on the wall
sweat rings out a knell the end of the spell
ecsatcy, catastrophe?
No simple apostrphe.

 

[LukkyKnight]

Anybody can string random words together, but...

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[tortoise]

Monochrome rainbows ribboned with licorice and obscure cameras lay on the sands of the hourglass like ground glass, but the unruly hedgehogs prefer to wear hairshirts and sing sea chanties while swabbing the decks with salt encrusted umbrellas. Elderly janissaries were sometimes seen wearing Tiffany lamps on their heads, but you didn't hear that from me; the ghosts of the Ottomans are sharper than their chairs. Don't let the heaping bags of wet hammers lull you into complacency!

 

[Dillinger]

Licorice Barbie dolls bathe lustfully in pools of courageous cammembert. The octogon magickally returns naked yet silver in its grassy splendor.