writing live

[HarryHill]

begin
..
Stones n fishes she said, like a magic incantation,
dissolving me to solidify in another world
where sweet waters flow downstream and pool
drawn by song and Fay inclination.
Majicked

 

[butters]

drifting in some half-place
somewhere between worlds
she holds the river-rubbed pebble
throws it into the air
laughing
watches it shimmer, wriggle
transform before her eyes into
a bronze-green fish
fins splayed
diving into sparkling waters

 

[HarryHill]

Oh how I fly
over the dawn lit tree tops
drawing energy from my sun
we are one incandescent above the still pool of birth
overblown by surfeit, I explode
dropping like a stone, striking the water
leaving nothing but ever racing ripples

 

[HarryHill]

Oh Punaney, why can't I call you cunt
and sink my jumbo in you that I can not call a cock
and fuck (oh sorry) buck into you until I finally spurt
and instead of cumming I think that I'll just go

 

[butters]

hahaha - poignant and scathing

sink my jumbo.... points for originality, harry

 

[HarryHill]

Nigh on midnight
write Oldman of ancient conversations
constellations of words gone bright and blinding
surrounded by a zodiac of new creations

The Cuntress has my rising sign
held fast in starry hands
while dreams of a blanket
drift sweetly in a mind
falling asleep at
midnight

 

[butters]

simply beautiful

 

[HarryHill]

simply beautiful

My Girl
I've started the fire once again,
laid the logs, torched the 'tender,
burned down the bar, tossed tobacco,
and erased fourteen lines.

I've forgotten the point
a nudge from smithpeter' I sigh
and by and it begins to flow
as I search for el punto
finding so much more than I thought I would at first
the ambiguity slaps me 'cross the face
'cause a poon toe's not a punt o or a pun toe
now while your tongue is tied
let's sample el cunt o

then perhaps i'll spear it with mi punto
but I've still not made my point

 

[butters]

My Girl
I've started the fire once again,
laid the logs, torched the 'tender,
burned down the bar, tossed tobacco,
and erased fourteen lines.

I've forgotten the point
a nudge from smithpeter' I sigh
and by and it begins to flow
as I search for el punto
finding so much more than I thought I would at first
the ambiguity slaps me 'cross the face
'cause a poon toe's not a punt o or a pun toe
now while your tongue is tied
let's sample el cunt o

then perhaps i'll spear it with mi punto
but I've still not made my point

yes, yes you did... for those who're listening. it's a valid, interesting point. (poon toe? not to put too fine a punto on it, bravo )

i like this phrase, too: punti pl cardinali

http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/translate/italian-english/punto

 

[Tsotha]

My Girl
I've started the fire once again,
laid the logs, torched the 'tender,
burned down the bar, tossed tobacco,
and erased fourteen lines.

I've forgotten the point
a nudge from smithpeter' I sigh
and by and it begins to flow
as I search for el punto
finding so much more than I thought I would at first
the ambiguity slaps me 'cross the face
'cause a poon toe's not a punt o or a pun toe
now while your tongue is tied
let's sample el cunt o

then perhaps i'll spear it with mi punto
but I've still not made my point

See, I said those two words go together nicely.

 

[butters]

See, I said those two words go together nicely.

*fixes gaze on tsotha*

miau?

*translation: which two words, hombre?*

 

[Tsotha]

*fixes gaze on tsotha*

miau?

*translation: which two words, hombre?*

miau, miau.

*translation: c-word and punt.

 

[butters]

miau, miau.

*translation: c-word and punt.

a term for a kick to the female genitalia a c***punt *nods*
not poetic, but graphic!

 

[butters]

i feel silly editing my words with stars but do so out of regard for others' sensibilities. this time.

 

[HarryHill]

i feel silly editing my words with stars but do so out of regard for others' sensibilities. this time.

a cunt by any other name will get you three stars here
and I'm getting tired of it
feels like the cunt's been beat to death
and I'm starting to get sore
shutting up now

 

[butters]

a cunt by any other name will get you three stars here
and I'm getting tired of it
feels like the cunt's been beat to death
and I'm starting to get sore
shutting up now

some pay good money for that - though 'to death' might be a tad extreme



eyes like marbles
rockin' the roll
watch the wind-sock
dangers in changing direction!

 

[HarryHill]

I did not have to descend into the cobwebbed dungeon
crawl fifty feet that seem like miles
wallow through breath stirred dust
while creepies reach down and pull my hair
it was just a clogged screen in the shower stall.

 

[butters]

I did not have to descend into the cobwebbed dungeon
crawl fifty feet that seem like miles
wallow through breath stirred dust
while creepies reach down and pull my hair
it was just a clogged screen in the shower stall.

in the cool, dark spaces
dust sifts
silently falls
disturbed by small things
spinnerets waving
keen to weave a silken shroud
a soft bound cloud to keep you close
still
fresh....






glad it was just that for you

 

[HarryHill]

Quite some time ago

The woodsmen did a fair job
cleared the deadfall stacked it all
beside the cellar door

The pond looked at the bright blue sky
the cat's looked at the fish
sunning in the sunny patch trees shadow once had laid

The bird looked at the pile of brush with one eye on the cat's
(man) looked at pond, bird, cat's, and fish
blue sky looked down on him
pondering cleanings and plantings as the season starts to end

Intermission:

 

[butters]

the moth
being soft of wing
enchanted by the light
flies close
closer
into the flame
unaware of the nature of fire

the candle
knows only still or motion
its flame a ribbon of light
suspects the moth of
sabotage
wings there to snuff its flame

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was thinking about how people often tend to judge others depending on their own natures, sometimes suspecting motives entirely alien to the other or, conversely, never thinking to assign motives they'd never harbour themselves. don't know if it worked but it was just thinking aloud here.

 

[HarryHill]

It's three AM, you're still awake despite having crawled into bed at midnight,
snuggling close, finally drawing you under the covers, saying,
"make yummy noises while you suck it"
and after a ball busting orgasm and getting the two of you settled once again,
turning the volume on the t.v. to zero you start to think how good a peanut butter sandwich would taste about now, but hope sleep will take.
An hour later you are sitting in front of the computer, eating cold pizza, drinking pepsi, and waiting for dawn

 

[butters]

and there was i
thinking you wandering the halls of sleep
hair trailing behind you
mists at your feet
following the ghosting miaus
a smile on your face







wish i'd have opened my pc earlier.

 

[HarryHill]

and there was i
thinking you wandering the halls of sleep
hair trailing behind you
mists at your feet
following the ghosting miaus
a smile on your face

wish i'd have opened my pc earlier.

..
Should drunken poets scribble poems,
late in the never night, eschewing light
like a vampire,
sobriety like a symptom of social assimilation
de Rigor designations of proper prose
god knows all the rules lay behind me
like a trail of broken glass
clumsy bastard
put away your pen, cork the bottle
silence the lights scream. spin away to bed
call the cat cuddle up
moo at the moon

 

[HarryHill]

the moth
being soft of wing
enchanted by the light
flies close
closer
into the flame
unaware of the nature of fire

the candle
knows only still or motion
its flame a ribbon of light
suspects the moth of
sabotage
wings there to snuff its flame

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was thinking about how people often tend to judge others depending on their own natures, sometimes suspecting motives entirely alien to the other or, conversely, never thinking to assign motives they'd never harbour themselves. don't know if it worked but it was just thinking aloud here.

Thought it was cool, crazy about that duality stuff anyway nice paced movements between the lines

 

[HarryHill]

I've never heard your voice
but imagine how it'll
sound in moggy vowels
turned soft by British air
auburn hair muffling the receiver
the static of all those miles
lips twisted by a happy smile
whispering secrets, plotting plans
in proper English
Oh, happy ear