Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

Empty artichokes flail like peaches and cream on acid.

Sighs are mirrored in endless tupperware jewelry.

This is the state, the plate, and the holy grate.

See?
no
Oh
no

Ubiquitous reporters report ubiquitously.

See?
no
Oh
no

I must meditate and reflect on the wave of octagon purity.

 

[Guest]

 

[freescorfr]

Intraconsciousness is responsible for sleepy dreams and octagon purity. Red light districts have churches in them too. Madonnas with a price range for stuffed full wallets and those who can only barter with midden pickings. Garbage is an industry with a present: nothing stays too pure for long.

Nor I, in one place these days, bantering on highways and byways, off line, on track.

 

[LordOfDarkness]

remember this...?

Play the game of existence to the end of the beginning.

 

[Dillinger]

The byways of existence begin to merge into the octagonal consciousness of the za zen banana pretending to be a zebra.

green
purple
yellow

 

[freescorfr]

Zebras always make me see red. Losers in the game of existence receive gold medals before taking the podium to extinction. I'm still profusely poetic about being apologetic in octagons. Lemon trees flower in eights and take sides with the mandarins on the chinese laundry highway.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Way high from too many miles of watching the veins squish beneath my wheels, reeling in red and the memory of our last conversation. Too far away you said as if my tires would go flat but the rims baby the rims I moaned can last for days and there's an open road to the future if you'll just stick out your thumb when I skreel by but no I know it's just bantering with ocatagon for you baby just more bantering with octagons and that little duodecahedron you keep on the side.

 

[sigh]

i bantered with an octagon
the other day
and you know
it told me
that purple
marigolds
eaten at ten minutes after ten
p.m., that is
will bring full understanding
to the initiate

so i tried it
but i couldn't find purple marigolds
so i ate lilacs instead
and i threw up
but it smelled better
than vomit usually does

so is that a good ending to the tale
or not?

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Purple marigolds grow in a strangle vine up the side of a trellis that leans against the side of a house I have not visited in time immemorial. Lavender asters took over the front lawn and now the path is impenetrable as I do not want to crush their fragrance with my bare feet. So I stand near the gate, and wait for courage to arrive to move me towards the door that I dread and into a visitation I can no longer put off. Aphids cover the asters near my feet, crawling around dizzyingly like swirling green planets in a lavender universe. Mesmerizing my fear into fascination as I step forward and crush a galaxy.

 

[freescorfr]

Pallid nasturtiums vomit well in empty galaxies. Asteroids blue, projectile peuked, orbit invisibly in search of a home.
Extremities, twelve inches deep, point upwards in non-related time, so I know where to go but not where I am going. Here I feel at home, in octagon space.

 

[cymbidia]

Lavender, lilac, plum, violet, grape, orchid, aubergine, mauve, magenta, amethyst. Purple is not just purple. Someday i want a purple car. For now i'm content with purple prose emptied into an octogon galaxy.

 

[Jimi]

Royal Purple came to Phoenician shores from the lowly mollusc. What regal pomp & circumstance would strut without the precious dye - even greasey-fingered Elizabethans, gorging on roast goose, bent the knee at the eight-sided crown upon her head.

 

[Guest]

 

[perks]

purple finch and white birch with tinkling bell leaves. Glittered Gilded gold swaying in blue waiting for periwinkle snow and dark dusk.

 

[metal_minx]

ok...maybe i'm a numbskull but what the hell is going on in here??

besides psychedelic drug use

 

[Svedish_Chef]

LSD baby

Its cyms influence
the world abounds
we all astound
Psychedelia baby

OOHHH and I even have amythest, it guards my chest and lays on my breast

 

[Guest]

 

[cymbidia]

Guilded dreams of wishes
screaming silently,
streaming endlessly,
dreaming hopefully,
creaming in her panties cuz he's gonna use that thuddy flogger again again again again oh how can she stand it,
the heavy thuddy striking agony flaring immediately into
flushing pleasures,
rushing sensations,
crushing joyfulness,
gushing orgasms.
Shared bliss.




Drugs?
We don't need no stinkin' drugs.
But...what do you have, hmmm?
No, no nonononooooo...just idle curiosity. Really.

 

[freescorfr]

What whirligig of sensations burlesque; our inner organs, barrel playing, a monkey's jig, crushing pleasures, thrashing joy, purple Morris Oxford dance, bodies toxin-free shine full, emotionally transparent. Empty of all needs and desires, I can receive your love without contaminating your uniquity.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

As frenetic as a burlesque enfolded in velvet, satin, and fishnet stockings, the world whirls around me, pulling at me with its intoxicating gravity. Entering the dance would mean leaving my vantage as anthropologist and going native.
I would be unique among the uniques.
Then I would belong.
I would be.
I would.

 

[Guest]

 

[cymbidia]

A tidal wash of roaring need sweeps selfhood downriver.
Succumb the watersprites urge,
their voices like the rushing thrust of water
as it races madly over the falls, succumb.
Do you?
Don't you?
Do you?
Don't you?
Do you?
Don't you?
Is all life always and forever like picking petals from a daisy to foretell one's future?

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Succumb, submit
Give it all
Or a little bit

Like the pain in the river
and the soft light scatters

Washes me down
washes me away
Flush it all away
AWAY

 

[cymbidia]

Joyful laughter as hot streaming rivers of water race madly down my body. Drink it, splash it, revel in it's abundance as it steams up the bathroom mirror and scrubs my soul. Clean. Ah - how good it is to be clean, smooth and tender and sound in mind and body. So i think, anyway. Who's really the judge of such matters?

 

[rubymyst]

hot streaming water cascading down
cleansing
caressing
streaming down the contours of the body
seeking a path to nowhere

Each bubble of
memories fills up and then drains
after it has soaked into action.
Leaving me
pruned, , without
a recollection of purpose

Who's really the judge of such matters?

never mind no matter