Bantering with Octagons

[drown]

agaggle

she said

as the brother saved him once again.

there were things
best left unsaid last year.​

the octogon
like twitter
tells great lies

 

[sigh]

gaggle the goose to a chain
eggs crack in the cold

snow piles
yellow marks
not mine
well...not most, anyway

meh
is that a word?
how DO I look?

mirror, mirror on the wall......

 

[drown]

black death on tv

awakened hungry guilt
in her
for her footprint.

she had so little to offer.

a small facet,
yes;

but of a greater octogon.

: guilt :
their tax on her
for watching the show.

that​

and disclaimers for wonderdrugs,
pinwheeled colours
and
the occasional drama.





​

 

[Dillinger]

occaisional
VERY
occaisional
How do I look now?
a sigh, a drown
so VERY kiwi octagonal
oh my

 

[Lexi]

occaisional
VERY
occaisional
How do I look now?
a sigh, a drown
so VERY kiwi octagonal
oh my

Oh my, indeed. Hola, Dilly.

 

[Dillinger]

Hola caliente material
octágono de veras, absolutamente

 

[Debbie]

A Golden Oldie goes boldly where no kiwi can fly
Summoning from my nature magic a resurrect spell
Return to the forefront I reverently cry
And all returned to normal and was well.

 

[drown]

lightning,
yes.

in a bottle,
no doubt.

she cast her sight
on a far horizon:

electronic fog
obscuring
what
time and wandering interest
had not.


he had a name
in
the haze;
another beyond,
as did she.

the bottle
their tangible-ness.

when lightning struck,
less frequent now;

the ether contained
within
less charged,

sometimes discerned
as a psychic pop...

out there
out there

hello again.​

 

[sigh]

thundersnow, but no lightning
and no bottle

drizzle freezes my nipples
hard
hard
hard

gloomy eyes seek darkness
finality
release

cold steel
brass casing
hollow point
in an age of ogtagons, stiff triangles of fur bristle
and regularly bleed

 

[Dillinger]

Lightning
BOLT
Back brass bottle haze
Whiter shade of
Normal?

 

[Debbie]

Crazy talk
gobbledegook
nonsensical babbling
mad as a meat axe
kooky wackos
cockeyed brain
Lady gaga
half baked taters
demented dementors
screw ball
nut job
unhinged doors
wacky winds


We now return you to your normal sheduled programs.
Thank you for your patronage.

 

[sigh]

unhinged minds
door man wonders
axe him later

brass ass
kick here
open thighs to gaga's broken wind

 

[drown]

unhinged the mandarin
for
the kristen stewart look-a-like;

duplicity
under the circumstances.

the circumstances
were heftier than before;
much heftier than
the tempest
or the problem
or the muse...
who sulked and scratched
on the sweat-rung bench.

the proto-vixen waif
knew the motions,
though not the motivation;
simulating wonder
whilst only coveting the shiney sweet juice
as scrutables also issued forth...

wasted on the young
said the muse...

she'll purge it
said the tempest...

not on the carpet
warned the problem;
a bit too loud and urgent...

duplicity shot them a snap devilish smile
then returned to the copious unhinging...

flash
flashflash
flash...


it'd be in all the next cycle's viddies.

shit
muttered the problem

deal with it
said the other two
in near unison.

the circumstances chortled
as it
recentered it's weight.

 

[sigh]

look-a-like reflections
naked in a circle of mirrors

belly-up boyo 'til the day of passing is gone

 

[Debbie]

Reflecting.

Mirror mirror on the GB wall
Who is the scariest of them all?


"A person's mystery
in cyber space lies
amid my mind in the form
of images conceived;
a nonexistent illusion
or perception of a physical
likeness, one that is formed
in my mind but sight unseen."

 

[sigh]

cyberspace mirror

ill-conceived dungeon reflects
a pink turd on a sunny sundae

ruin

 

[drown]

and yet...
for three scoops
mashed with
rice crispies and a brownie...
they will pay
the gnp
of several small island nations
and some high speed uplink...

a pink turd ruin, you offer?

no way!

the scariest
indeed,
is the one who can riff on the reads...

you know?

it's why
they can't play
on this ultimate playground...

it's why they will not tax themselves
except to top their
well-topped sundaes.

the octogons are,
as always,
right below the fleshy overhangs;
murmuring searing truths
in digestible esperanto.

never as bitter offered
as bitter misunderstood.

we are the danger.
best us.

 

[MzDeviancy]

It's like I'm having an acid flashback, but in words...

 

[Debbie]

psychedelic colours in my mind
3D colour pallettes with floating brush
paste streaming technicolour visions
hallucinations of fluorescent hot pink elephants
trumpeting in the corners of my freaked out mind
glorious flickers of day glow orange flying pigs
trotting through the narrow twisting corridors that is brain
I'm drifting in a rainbow sea of murkyness
tiny paint trails are all that's left of my sanity

 

[sigh]

colors
colours

who stole all the american ewes?

 

[Radiohead]

I cant believe ewe had to ask

Lesbos, I cried, hard, hard to port.

And when I woke up hungover, I was hard, in port.

 

[rubymystic]

colors
colours


Smoky color day
Dew drops
brief impressions
Pebbles hide
in my mind

 

[rubymystic]

mind runs
revs fourth gear
declutter emotions
sanity returns

 

[rubymystic]

thoughts tumble
fourth gear
declutter emotions
sanity returns

 

[sigh]

tumbled thoughts confused
senseless
sad


dark rooftop summer night
humid, hot, naked

laptop
marijuana
tequila
music
horny

nice