Bantering with Octagons

[Gusty Wind]

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[sigh]

the fine line of reason
is crossed for the bitter lie
for if you can't take the willow's switch
across your back
then don't pretend
to be unafraid

tired of fucking
and wondering
and stretching marks upon the lifeline
to my soul

there comes a parapet
beyond which is a fall
to endless
bereavement
yet way out yonder is a light
a blink
a brilliance of intermittent luminosity
within the dull of brown
and dark mustard greens

spit upon the ripe wind, love
to watch it sail

 

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[rubymyst]

the sandstorm
blinds the eye as does the self
shadow
the soul

to quote
"These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.

What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.

Where did you go? "Nowhere."
What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

Even if you don't know what you want,
buy _something,_ to be part of the exchanging flow. "

 

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[sigh]

puffy
cloud
night
dark
howling souls delight

furrow forth over decrepitude
and point the gun
into your mouth
then squeeeeeeeze off just one round

bang
bang
maxwell's silver hammer
came
down

upon with his head!
the red queen cries
and the bugger-toting nonesuch rolls his eyes once more

 

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[Debbie]

Crampy toes and cold knuckles frozen in time. Rewind. Revamp. Change tempo. Upbeat. Add a snare or two.

Confusion abounds, chaos reigns.

A chink of light in a dark dark place leads to hope.

May tomorrow bring rays of sunshine coloured pink and
elephants of blue. Stripeless zebras and spotless dalmations.

Out with the norm and in with the Gnu.

 

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[Debbie]

Warning uncontrollable fluff causes lint disaster!

 

[Impetus]

The fuzziest bits, I find are without tact or following my eyeball strain. Tooth-setting, a unique torture, is fitting for my honest request, though often too much for fleeting exuberance to be controlled without. Could you scrape my tongue? I like freshest, but tobacco seems allright too. Fifth of it, and it seems happy, but it can't take the torque, it isn't fitted for such a dance. Unnatural, that.

-I

 

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[sigh]

deeply unspoken the mythmaker stirs
to find what's amiss with the stars
lag on to the titan as he gropes in his blindness
for when it bites
it stings
and its fart is holy hell

 

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[LairdofOrchy]

When marble eggs hatch, warbling contact songs,
Awaiting Simon by the willows, and the Titans - the Psychiatrist and Aunty Jen -
exiled conversations....
when they alight on this fine thread of glass,
let them repeat, repeat, I repeat.......

 

[LostinFrance]

flesh hard and cold as marble, eyes flat and drained of hue.
love seeking, waiting, hoping.........death's swift challenge, out the blue.

 

[Debbie]

Blithering idiots spout gibberish from boogley eyed big bubble heads.

Maniacs brandish gnarly limbs. Gnashing their teeth and foamy spittle flies from their grimacing mouths.


Serene Sarah sits sedately. Sipping apple cider and smiling as the sun shines in her happy, simple world. Oblivious. Lost in her own reality.

 

[ksmybuttons]

I decided a long time ago that I was too concrete for this thread, but I miss Dillinger's totally wacko insights.