Bantering with Octagons

[tortoise]

buffalo boomerang bop
awful orangutang hop
precision percussion
decision discussion
tornado turntable top

redundant abundant rant
resplendent recalcitrant
suffusion proficient
confusion omniscient
redundant abundant rant

 

[freescorfr]

Abundant abundance of bunnies and bilbies
Of banjos and bongos and beer
We blether and bundle, we bungle and bugle
Fill sycamores up with our cheer.

Tropical storms abruptly crack out
The party being at its peak
Drenched spirits in mud,
Kites, formerly tents,
Glass shattered on grass
Barefoot on the table-turned lawn,
My dreams of my love which had scarcely took root
Disolve with a tear in a pond.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Abrupt storms softly crack under flannel, awash in silk, worms spinning Truly, Madly, Deeply. Ferverently chilled into a passion of incorporal, incompleat, and unholy depths. Spining, creating, dying all for a taste of air.

 

[sigh]

flannel clouds adrift
shapeshifting in a night-strewn sky
dropping silken raindrops
that spatter
softly against my cheek

twirling naked down dark streets in the rain
splashing
laughing

who's peeking?

 

[freescorfr]

Tom peeking, Thomas, genitor of William
the little Winkie, lock-peerer, street runner, stair climber, stair descender, nightgown wearer, bed-time supervisor, John the Baptist to the sandman, sending children to the land of Nod, liberator of adults to scoff After Eights and do what parents do.

 

[Dillinger]

Silk banjos covered in egg nog soak in passionate musical be-bop ecstacy.

 

[tortoise]

Banjo Handjob the Bandsaw Salesman
Is rather fond of ostrich jerky
It fills him up with verve and elan
And always makes him feel quite perky

Buzzard Head Benoit has a secret
She only will share with her daughters
No matter what, she's sworn to keep it
Even if beset by mad otters

Sundazed Windbag the Sandbox Magnate
Likes lime marmalade on his carrots
He once was an extra on Dragnet
And he loves to dance with his parrots

 

[sigh]

sundazed windbag atop an evening's mount
starlight blazing in his eyes
fire a round to the heavens above
fire a round to the tents o'er yonder
fire a round and hope


slip slide your foot
wriggle your fingers as you will
wink
cough
see, the speculum's not so cold
is it?

 

[Ginny]

<laughing hard @ Buzzard Head Benoit>....i love you!

 

[tortoise]

specula speculum spatula spatulum
om mani padme om
ethereal Elysium diphtherial delirium
om mani padme om
funereal phyllium venereal invidium
funiculi funicula funiculorum


I love you madly, sweet girl

 

[tortoise]

Peppering the tides of happenstance takes a wary eye and a steel toothpick, neither of which Jebediah Coldcut had on hand, much to his chagrin. Luckily, his pony had a quick wit and a firm grasp of the pidgin Dutch that they spoke in these parts. Unluckily, his pony had died just minutes before, succumbing to a vicious pack of rabid guinea pigs, which had mercilessly gnawed the poor creature's ankles clean off, and which were now surrounding Jebediah, gnashing their razor sharp rodent teeth, beady eyes a-gleam with feral menace. Things looked grim indeed for our hero, but just as the guinea pigs prepared to pounce, a rain of frogs fell from the sky, smashing the hapless guinea pigs with a succession of loud SPLUNKS.

 

[sigh]

sad eyes blinking in the dim light of dawn
dead rodents strewn across the road
out limps a woman
clothes in disarray
wondering what has happened to her
this day

blood within her thighs
a scream welling in her soul

nothing can make this right again

 

[Impetus]

Sanitarium

Christian shackled, cried and cackled
barely heard beyond the door.
Cold and steely, touchy feely
strugles till she cares no more.

Alice staring, overbearing,
burns a hole atwixt my eyes.
"Oligarchy!" Mental Malarky.
Tie her till she bleeds and cries

Tony? Hatem. Obeys Verbatim
Look inside. He digs a hole.
Thought contortion, mind abortion
His pain provides the doctors toll.

Doctor Dicker, His mind Quicker
than any that sits inside their cage
Barely Stable. Sits at Table.
The Master, The Monk, The God, The Mage.

-I

 

[MechaBlade]

I think, if Georges's left nut allows me, this introduction of means will fill my static need for mind recursion. All else is but a dream of the river's wake.

mecca lecca heim heiney heiney ho.

 

[cymbidia]

Tiny heiney in the wood, playing leapfrog over logs, darting grasses catching frogs, would you could you should you?

Not!

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Wood nymphs leap frogging satyrs, as the ship sinks quickly in the sand. Minds melting as Isis gathers and Morpheus sings in the gloaming. Watching, wanting, whistling wistfully.

 

[freescorfr]

Easy,"Stroke", the Isis coxswain cries before the bump. Bowside crabs, splinter blade and oar in kidney pudding, sweet salad days and attic lust, let's sink a skull before the dean descends.

 

[cymbidia]

Descending, ascending, bump and grind: STROKE dammit, up and down pushing gliding: merry-go-rounds of giddy delights and horrifying fears flash haphazardly, exposing greasy underbellies, expunging exertions, exhulting as the tangled seething mass of urgent humanity strives for clarity: sweet clean pure clear. Clarity.

 

[tortoise]

A disparity in clarity belies the rarity of charity and the severity of verity, but not its temerity.
The brevity of levity heavily leavens the heavenly leathern denizens of the feathery heather.
Chalcedony matrimonial macaroni promotes the heinous mandatory hegemony of heirarchical ceremony.
Fellatio in proper ratio to the radio's stasis sustains the refrain, or so sayeth Horatio the honorary, albeit temporary, oration instructor.

 

[freescorfr]

Horatio is to bridges as Hannibal is to Alps.
Elephants are to crickets as ping-pong is to tiddley-winks.
Winking is to blindness as picking is to mining.
Coal is to firewood as pickles are to souffles.
Omlettes are less confounded than sand in snotty nostrils.
Clarity.

 

[sigh]

sand in snotty nostrils
children on a beach
tears and laughter

big wave coming in
there, another is rolled under
run to fetch her out

pound a back
pull her suit back on
hug
shrug
smile
kiss

are those clouds moving in?
sand in sand-witchs
no witch magic for this gritty lunch

 

[freescorfr]

Oyster shells, pearls of love
Cockle shells glinting gold with desire
Sea shore time, sandprints on feet,
Fridayman and waving palms
not drowning.

 

[tortoise]

"Out of the sand, witches!" the Kenosha Kid exclaimed, heartlessly.
"Out of the sandwiches," the Kenosha Kid's ex claimed, heartlessly.
"Out of the sand, which is the Kenosha Kid's!" exclaimed Hart, Leslie.
"Out of the sandwich; is the Kenosha Kid's ex claimed, heartlessly?"
Out of the sand, witches "The Kenosha Kid!" exclaimed, heartlessly.
"Out of the sand, which is the Kenosha!" Kid exclaimed, heartlessly.
"Out of the sand, which is the Kenosha Kid's!" exclaimed Heartless Lee.

 

[freescorfr]

Margate and Sandwich and Dover and Rye,
Brighton and Folkestone and Hove,
Portsmouth and Eastbourne and Bognor and Poole,
Seaford and Hastings and Mull.

 

[Gnufi Poppets]

The sandwich is being the always the gold love that it is the being with all of the honorary elephants that there are the always being that are the understanding of the hot sex soul doctors of love with the tiny frog heineys they are the always having!