Bantering with Octagons

[theault_b]

medwick died

tonight

by his own hand;

four thousand three hundred seventy eight individually self-inflicted cuts
into things
that seemed
so very important
in their time.

there were now
frogs
coloured fogs
and
short ellipses logs
holding final place
on thoughts and queries and...

long-launched offerings.

medwick coveted;
which was his sin.

he'd found a jesus that offered absolution in
erasure.

it would do.

he'd keep records, anyway.

 

[sigh]

cowardice and consequence
tools of the weary
should we indulge their ways or simply add more c's
callow curmudgeons clinging
couldn't come clean
could Carl?

can't catch class
(it's just too fast)

 

[theault_b]

"Icy," said the blinded man; which befuddled his keeper. There was only ever a partial truth in anything the old fool said. It was never safe to act on any of it. It was warm and wet and the air was trivially fragrant with some unannounced off-brand cologne.

"Icy!" He thumped the chair's arm with a balled right fist.

"Christ, Charlie! Calm down!"

"UC? Catching...." He thumped at where he thought the voice had been, but the keeper had knowingly dodged left. "Shit! C?"

 

[theault_b]

The back end of that thing was rode-sprung. Johnny lost an I because of it.

 

[Debbie]

This post was brought to you by the letter O.

Oh, wow this thread still lives and is obviously thought provoking, confusing and
oddly worth reading and rereading especially if you are observing magic mushrooms grow or ooompa looompas breed.

 

[O-dad's Medium]

This post was brought to you by the letter O.

Ah here it is.

...

I'd wondered where I'd left it.

 

[theault_b]

Ragnar had fallen into an elsewhere thread. Posters posted links only; conversed by them. Regular drum circle. It felt native and on and naughty.

 

[theault_b]

Sammy hit the wall, then the floor and then tried to hit something else but just slid across the floor that he'd already hit. Mable had seen all of it transpire. Sammy seemed to find these things - a regular truffle pig - then would root himself right in. Mable never got involved - except in the aftermath. Her dopp kit held salves and emollients and any variety of bandaging. She was good at it - actually enjoyed this. Sammy prepped himself for the hitting now. The wogs were pissed. They usually were. He knew their game. Lived for it. His daddy'd be... disturbed.

 

[rubymystic]

Ah here it is.

...

I'd wondered where I'd left it.

Dazed bird on a wire
sighs
wonders how far she has
gone
today

 

[cleaver]

I'd left the note on the stoop. Three days back. Eddie was gonna fuck me tonight unless you called.

 

[sigh]

so I asked Eddie about that fuck and all he could say was huh?
blithered on awhile about his old grannie
and so I stopped
fell
got naked
and did myself with a blade of grass

try flying for fun
or falling
all the same except the end

she's here, ruby
right here
not far at all

 

[cleaver]

she stood to reason...
spit in its god damned pock'd-fucked face
and told him to get off
the mother-fucking grass!

the galoot startled;
cut a school-girl caper;
rending huge chunks of sod
in the startle addled leap.

she lashed at him...
missing by...

you just try bringing sense
to
an oaf-swagger scourge like reason!

a thousand murders.
a thousand precious blades.
a thousand fewer chances to...

what do you want?
and tread more fucking lightly!

he nervously offered her a note from grannie;

and she noticed him now en pointe...
much better...

worry not dears.
momma wants be done.
a lot!

 

[cleaver]

the dillinger of legend
mocked by dillinger of lore
as the dillenger of infamy
succame some red-clad whore....

is the dillinger of loring
legendary in that way?
as the memory is fading
long kept pix might hold the sway?

the legendary dillinger
was small
compact and vile.
the fame encrusted dillenger
beguiles still with his smile.

the dillinger who seeded this
was thought throughout our land
to carry with him something
that could not beheld by hand

though this, of course, could be all ruse
enhanced by memory's lens
and sought by ahab/necis since
exemplary vas deferens...

so,
here be memory's light house
still
so tall, erect and proud

i tire of this nonsense

dillinger...
address the crowd!

 

[TheOlderGuy]

The whole
purpose
for giving a fuck
is the keep them
from taking
all your fucks
to the bank
and lighting up
the stream of consciousness

 

[Greypowerful]

Leaves of grass...
pain in the ass
a decade later,
i ain't no hater...

problem child,
joker's wild...
she still sighs
and bats her eyes

waiting for the public enemy to return.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

boulders floating on a river of shame
ain't no reason to take my name

if I can't wear a hair of flame
then who will see her if she came

the dark is blue
the red is light
the moth says "boo'
and takes its flight

but all I know is all the same
and nobody else can make that claim

I rest my case

 

[sigh]

think about flames and grass-bled boulders
search a boo red flight
can't you see?

I masturbate to a pic on a wall, fingers dipping, twirling just so
all wet
squashed bug, and marijuana smoke drifting

the gun
the bullet
my head

who is the grey one

 

[TheOlderGuy]

gray is the color
red is a blight
you cannot win
without a fight

you cannot win
unless you bet
the gun
the bullet
the head
are set

the fingers dip below the waist
and curl and wiggle and give you a taste

 

[cleaver]

as whimsy
chased the rabbit
down the wormhole
straight to...

old grey light
in a sweat licked fog.
a torn sports bra draped over a three legged stool.
slick cobbled floor littered with cellophane burrito wrappers and kleenex...

and the breathing;
heavy breathing.

 

[sigh]

rabbit whimsey is to cholera as bean flour is to asphalt
find a way to draft the beast and you'll wonder why the clouds of wistfulness go wandering through fields of amber
and never never consider why

 

[cleaver]

i know
i know
said medwick,
and why?

incantations have already always been strong medicine.

there was this plateau
that used to have a name
before they chose to spill blood upon it
and
try to call it something else.

the new name didn't stick
and
the old one wouldn't reapply
and
the whole thing just kind of faded
before any meeting could be called to order.

to be old and grey
never starts that way
and
there isn't any meeting
and
discussion's not a choice.

so you set the plow for amber
and you cock the pistol so
and you hail into the darkness
and you never never know.

 

[butters]

to be old and grey
never starts that way
and
there isn't any meeting
and
discussion's not a choice.

so you set the plow for amber
and you cock the pistol so
and you hail into the darkness
and you never never know.

thissun's a keeper

mind you, i keep reading hail as hall - the hard A works with the rest and expands in the mind to 'railing at the dark' at the same time, but i still keep seeing 'hall', as if a lurching into/through a passageway

 

[TheOlderGuy]

she removed it piece by piece
thoughts cluttering the cobblestone
fabric falling with fearless folly
until the sun was naked
and the cucumber was ready

 

[TheOlderGuy]

So that's it
I had to quit
at least for a bit

the shit at Lit
the witless nits
a pitiful fit


I will be back
I'll miss it some

no more zits
no more Mitts
no more tits
no more hits

I'll sit and knit
and think of it
I'll miss the tits

that's all she writ

 

[Debbie]

I endeavoured to self discover to find that I am quite possibly/ maybe/ perhaps I am oblique < 


o·blique [uh-bleek, oh-bleek; Military uh-blahyk, oh-blahyk] Show IPA adjective, adverb, verb, o·bliqued, o·bliqu·ing, noun
adjective
1.
neither perpendicular nor parallel to a given line or surface; slanting; sloping.
2.
(of a solid) not having the axis perpendicular to the plane of the base.
3.
diverging from a given straight line or course.
4.
not straight or direct, as a course.
5.
indirectly stated or expressed; not straightforward: oblique remarks about the candidate's honesty.


I'm tending towards not straightforward.


But I'm not a candidate.