Bantering with Octagons

[Debbie]

Incomplete.

She moans from want and shame as her hunger for love eats her up
slender long legs, quivering like jelly wobbles tucked behind her ears
he thrusts, engorged and lust filled so blind to her emotional private hell
wrong spaces now filled, emptiness in sad heart as she is pounded
going through the motions, her body aroused while her soul weeps
she is forgotten as he partakes of her nubile body and pliable will

when he is well and truly spent and rolled like a log till snores are heard
she slides from wet spots, meekly creeps unkempt and gathers intimates
panties in pocket for the walk of shame on tip toe, rushing to be elsewhere
self respect nowhere to be seen. MIA just like the funny man from her date
replaced by a thoughtless, thankless dick, cock proud and rearing to go
not daring to look at window reflection she knows judging eyes are her own


turning a new page she writes the final words for the last chapter end
penning her creative juices flow like love liquid on one's spent thighs
another bodice ripper with buxom bust and cock and balls thrust
she wipes away a tear, realizing the words she writes are a mirror
reflecting her self abuse till she forgives and loves herself instead
head held high and eyes met, new respect and self worth earned

End.

 

[cleaver]

such a story
for a pretty young thing...
filled with juices, not all her own
nor hers to own
with any shred of self respect...

it's never just a job, you see..\
or a journey
or a jot...

it rubs on the joints and the knobs and the wrinkles.
it grates on the time and the fates and the visions.

she deludes herself into an orgiastic coma,
like alcohol
or sugar
or chips and pepsi and bodice ripper soft porn...

most cocks taste foul past the illusions.
and cunts crowd senses too...
eyes roll like slot machine's final clunking click
and then a face full of truth deluded by id run strange...

she arrived home dirty, not filled.
the same dirty had become sloppy habit instead of secret indulgeance.
there was dust on her mantles
and on her ledgers
and on her once clear dreams.

 

[Debbie]

Join the club, hands down the pants sex is in the air

He saw side boob first an exquisite flash of mammary
she saw his sizeable crotch bulge in his denim clad pants
he nodded and she followed his lead not to dance floor
she knew he had her number there would be no fooling this tool
he wanted to rumble and tumble forget the grope, tickle and fumble
shadows sought found others oblivious, self involved now pants by ankle
dress hiked up, thighs parted feeling naked slick slit and drooling dick
take her here and now his intentions were plain as was her hunger
she grabbed his cock and steered him to her longing quivering quim
their bodies as one and he heard applause no pauses just slam and bang
he pulled her hair and she raked nails on back keeping the O score
when deed was done and rivulets of cum ran clothes askew now straight
no words just deed done strangers return to join the club throng

 

[Debbie]

We all fall down

drip
drop
piddle
puddle
boo
hoo
weep
wail
wallow
tearful
torrent
dribble
wibble
woe
sniffle
snuffle






A tissue.

 

[cleaver]

313 arrived by mail.
most of the others had been transmitted through the net.
a handful of sets still were still out.

some of the clan had even sent back the cameras.

313 was the money

and bob owned the whole book .

 

[cleaver]

there wasn't any proper place to write of it;
to express the barely expressible.

the broken choo-choo had come to the roundhouse broken.
it would neither be repaired there
nor shown the steps to once again emerge
onto the correct tracks
or any tracks
or even motivated to leave...

the roundhouse becomes hot-house
becomes mad house
becomes tomb

slowly round and round
under broken steam; until...

margaret posey liked what she had seen.
billowing, interesting steam clouds
that ushered with such fury from one of the tiny stacks
of the slowly spinning behemoth...
the vapor gushed from this one
as a picture in a song...
and just then,
only then,
to a wispy nothing gone.

a thousand stacks;
no!
many more, there must have been!
and this just one;
a third or so from the center,
that pointed all ways;
west
east
south
(see there? yes! there)
depending on the time of day and other things.

there were always other things.

stranger strangers saw just steam.

 

[sigh]

choo-choo charlie
the engineer
put the pedal down

fling up your dress
pink panties in the sun
'cause charlie's on his way
he's gonna go down
oh boy

west
east
south

where or where has my north gone?

 

[Debbie]

Twit to whooo

To the North
to the South
West of here I fear
maybe never here nor there
misdirection
connection lost
moral compass
once a loon always a loon
unless the voices
buzz and bicker
my heart beats quicker
uncertainty
calamity
anxiety
paradox

find the centre point
channel the inner self
listen to the pulse
follow the pinpoint
towards the light
leaving the station
darkness fades
as light brightens
pinpoint becomes
shining light
destination unknown
fear of derailment
missing one's arrival point
nothing mapped

Thank you conductor

All aboard

The Life Coach

tickets

get your tickets

here

 

[Debbie]

'Leven lovely lissome, lustful leggy ladies lean licking liquid lemony liqueur libations lol laughing, leisurely literally lollygagging, leering, licking lemony lips liquidity lending legless ladies lusting literally like lanquishing lionesses liberally lusciously lusting lions.

Brought to you by the letter O

 

[Debbie]

Bolt


From the darkest of skies came the roar of mighty thunder
I feared it would wreck and wrench my brain asunder
From wailing screeches to mind wipes and brain bleaches
I attempted to mend my mind by patching and cleansing
All was lost data wiped and thoughts of futility not quashed
Ramblings, dribblings of maniacal gobbledygook and ravings
A brain worm burrowed, gnawed, consumed frayed connections
Till like a broken filament no jostling caused a lightbulb moment
I sank further deeper into a mind fog fugue like state
Till the brain matter was like a fire roasted marshmallow
Toasted on the outside, melty in the middle goopy gunk
That once was a functional decisive mass now lies like goo
Nonsensical blatherings, blank stares, forgotten faces
Till nothing remains except a life sized automaton
No one is home. All is lost. Abandon all hopes.
A bolt from the blue that wipes the brain slate clean
But there is no more to be written on this blackboard

 

[islandman]

Wherever you are, Dilly, I hope you are well.

 

[Debbie]

Side track


I was railing
Balancing
cold steel
to plastic wheel
off center
nearly derailed
limbs flailing
nearly sailing
thru the air
to concrete there
avoided face plant
to find humour
as crowd chant
and cheery
adjust body
mind and soul
balance whole
realign
by design
adjust
hips thrust
counter balance
landing
wheels up
board in hand
fist raised
success

 

[cleaver]

there is a balance,
ain't there, hun?
i dabbled then in things apothecary
and can't be relied upon entirely
now
for credible recall...

florence rocked in her chair;
a tortured creaking from the strained spindles...
christ! she'd packed it on
since her last visit...
the biscuits i'd stashed in the pantry
hadn't a chinaman's chance.

yeahhhhs?
yes!
and thennnn?

creakcreak
creakcreak
creakcreak...

i was getting to that part, flo...
hold on tight to the reins!
there's wine.
pour yourself some goddamned wine!

shit!
i used to know this chunk of the story;
the part between the tree falling
and the uhhh...
the uhhh....

fuck!
and she'd heard it a dozen times too!

a fucking test this was.
that's it!
hunh?

and playing dumb to watch me fuck up!
right?

creakcreakcreakcreak...

pour some fucking wine, flo...!
immunna piss.

 

[cleaver]

i do not care about you none,
enough to write a word or two
so take this as you shouldn't hun,
and crow about non-words to you.

there wasn't any nothing then
nor any now to hold no more
and in the future don't expect
an anything to cross your door...

the night we didn't....
well.... we did.
(it didn't do a thing for me)
and
if it did for you
oh well...

the ring you 'magined...?
just
your bell.

there's nothing 'bout you i'll recall
the lips and hips and scent just then
excited past some turning point
i gasped
and shook
and faked an end...

and held you.

that should have done.
there is no more.
your dignity of some concern...

a fucker? yes.
a monster? no.

and yet...
so deep within you burns...

let it go dear.

i call you "dear"
perjorative
subjective
low

i do not care about you none...

enough to re-release you.

go.

 

[Debbie]

diatribe

passive aggressive barbs of sharp tongued harpy
rake, rend , tear the emotional flesh of said being
hands over ears oh wise monkey be thy ears deaf
fishwife, screaming harpy may your own cutting words
come a calling down upon you like acid rain scorching
till you are silenced by your own acerbic, bitter, vile bile

 

[sigh]

diatribe
Navajo tribe
tripe

liver and other offal, please disregard

 

[Debbie]

that's how we know we're fucked up

lifes smithereens smashed upon rocks

wrack ruin despair fear paranoia
strait jacket called for syringes filled
gleeful maniaical laughter bubbles forth
irrational unbathed foaming bereft of sense
babble nonsensical gnashing thrashing
struggling against the invisible mental bonds


chemical medicine of modern man
witch doctor offers poisonous prasad
thy brain sees the psychosis as whispers
following shadows insidious csi arm chair watching
detectives save the evidence hide it to prove
sanity harbour the hope but none found

the voices scream at the Inner One
I know your name I see you evil mental minion


debbie the dementor harbinger heralding
screaming wailing bellowing shouting
that's how we know we're fucked up

 

[cleaver]

talk'n bout fucked up!;

ash about to fall from the bobbling smoke
clenched loosely at the corner of his lips​

seen this guy in a bother - all broke up about something
tearing at the empty air 'nfront of'm...
all breathing like seattle slew

yeah? where w'ziss?​

up round cleveland 'nd 5th - near 'd irish joint;

chunk of heavy ash fell to his shirt - to his pants - to the pavement
grey-blotched streak...
​

don't say!
dey had problems up there...
since the new regs went in​

nahhh! not that...
don't think.
guy had'is papers and shit..
dey pulled it out his wallet
after dey put'm down...

shot him?​

nahhh! just clubbed him;
when he called the one cop a cunt.

why he done that?​

what?
ahhhh fuck!;

the butt:
burned down;
heated up;
burned at his lips;
spit angrily to the ground
and
equally angrily ground under toe to a brown cotton smear...​

got some. right there.;​

at an ash chunk near his belt buckle...
there was some more just above it
and to the right;
all indicated with a wave of the hand...​

fuck!;

he hurriedly brushed at the spots.
light grey smudges on the red tee...​

least he had dem papers!

no shit!​

they could'a fucked'im up good then!

an dats what's fucked up, man!​

 

[Debbie]

sated sublime sigh



Dilly, dally I miss you, poppet - your bantering too
I wonder, wander the halls of my listless mind
Remembering thru misty rose tinted glassess
Your brain is as marvellous as your cock a doodle doo
Not that I would know in my mind it was a lengthy legend
For the many ladies who wanted to ride the Dilly rocket
All the way to the moon and back cum once cum all
We have lift off one two three times or more
The lit ladies make your name sound like a True God
Impaled upon your mighty sword as they exclaim la petite mort

 

[Debbie]

The Queen of Black hearts twisting off plastic dolls heads
chop chop my pretties till you're gone and no more or no less
She's unravelling like a woolen sweater with so many threads
Her cheshire catlike slashed grin replaced by a mask of rabid madness
plucking at her stinking head talons tearing flesh and matted dreads
The voices in her rotting head screaming drilling till she's a bloody mess
The She Banshee can take no more so she killed them dead dead deads



The End.

 

[cleaver]

always a day playah
all up in here...

da black doll heads you leff
got me heebiejeebie
and you know me,
dat ain't right...

i woke
smelling for your ass
and i wanted me some'a it now

b'i also know it ain mine to jus'take...

so i wait

right up in here
day play'n
and not just right...

 

[Debbie]

doll up dress down turn her upside

d

o

w

n




barbie doll see your plastic fantastic shapely ass for all to see
hanging out like boys doing the pants on the ground dance
underneath your baggy saggy shaggy high neck top
titties riding high shoulder bolster armed with more than DD's

you got a bad attitude from dealing with men with lecherous life miles
everyone claims they knows your life story when you flick them the bird
wind in your hair riding your harley hog between your knees if you please
speeding along the highway of life wearing one of your best fake smiles

 

[cleaver]

Writing pretty as I think,
My new darling.
It is why i
can love you so.

The dolls are always executed by hormones
Then resurrected by the sudden lack of them...

Fred hadn't the vaguest intention of asking her where she stood now on dolls...
It was one or the other.
The dolls really didn't matter;
And he had more important things to get from her before he pissed her uncooperative.

 

[MechaBlade]

Slide the razor on its skin
The bleeding makes it wet again
It feels the tightness in its neck
It breathes again when I relent
The animal is dying now
La petite mort pour my cow
I relent, it lives anew
My God, how good I am to you.

 

[cleaver]

She could still read punch cards - which a guy, like stu, could still find hot. She knew she had the sale before the second time he chuckled. The fuck! What a tuna!