Quatrain Corner

[Loricybin]

self destructive

school teachers

nuerotic, irritated,

humming furious tunes.

[Loricybin]

embracing their children:

loving, caring, alchoholics

spend mid summer days

in lawn sprinkler frollics

[Tarantism]

ive seen three men hanging from a siccomore

their bodies were stiff as a two by four

and their heads were tilted down

towards the ground

 

and it doesnt take long bring up there

that their bodies turn cold hanging in that air

they might have froze before

that noose got to them;.

[ronthepon]

Inevitable... yet nessecary

face it with fearlessness

Make it your last deal

face it sans restlessness

[Tarantism]

LIE! said the brain

when it heard the uttered sentence

from the dog on one leg

harvesting the sunlight.

[Loricybin]

picking the dried

redding the drip

hurt shoots shot

bleeding about.

[Tarantism]

if youre going

to san fransisco

be sure to wear

some flowers in your hair

[Loricybin]

that reminds me of carter

and that world DJ's song

im guessing that's where you got that

but yeah, cool mix

[Loricybin]

are these structures divided

by physical walls of nature

or is this a thought membrane

creating the spiderthoughtweb?

[Tarantism]

that reminds me of carter

and that world DJ's song

im guessing that's where you got that

but yeah, cool mix

yeah, i do like that song.

but!

i like the original much better

.

[Tarantism]

not to mention

i went there yesterday

and got lost.

it was pretty fun!

[Tarantism]

you know

there are some really neat people

that ride the train.

looking out the front was trippy too.

[Queso]

stop the shoulders

at an echo

station,

Hear your heart

[Pyrotex]

If this thread were a structure. . . .

Lurking from a godly height above this threadly structure,

I sense a need to prune some branches like a bonsai fixer.

Push the plunger, hear the banger, see the shards fall 'way.

Leave the essence, keep the golden, let the good stuff stay.

[Tarantism]

im leaving on a jet TRAIN

fireworks and absinthe in my little back pocket,

guitare on my shoulder,

hey, careful with that axe, orb.

[Loricybin]

The Sun

gently poors

across the hills

of the east

[Tarantism]

the son

gently handles

the gifts

of his father.