Quatrain Corner

[Pyrotex]

There's no pheasant chat justice

There's no pheasant chat fairness

There's no pheasant chat nudely naked bareness

The pheasant came to chat but I had no awareness

[Queso]

psychedelic cowboy

comin' in on a camel

laughin' at the moon

O lord just laughin' at the mooooooooooon, yeah

[Queso]

in the morning of the spectral mirror,

awaiting the blue moon,

i plopped down on the toilet

and grew roots :xx:

[Queso]

imagine the roots of the djembe

as hands I banged and inflated

fat, bruised, worn, torn, unable

to move I played out the dance

 

my wind, yes my wine

inside a bladder

inside a paper box

soon to be inside

[Queso]

lunar wind

not just

at the whim

of the collective.

[Queso]

you guys

should see the bladder

they stuffed with wine

and sold surrounded in cardboard.

[Queso]

a pouch of wine

is all I need

to feel divine

but um am i really?

 

water

lubrication

electrical

current

[Queso]

and Beethoven

is wailing

long after

is peaceful D E A T H

[Queso]

I don't need a leader

do you? Do you need a leader?

Do we need a leader? What's going on?

Can you afford to live?

[Queso]

Estrella de la mañana

Samael te persigo a ti

y si me quedo sin alas

ademas me muero por ti

[Tarantism]

lamps light the road

and dusk sweeps around the sky silently

fast asleep is their noise

but the streets echo with the resonance

[Tarantism]

ill wake tommow

for another day among sunflakes

i catch them on my toungue...tolkien sends me signals from a distant grave,

"the road goes ever on and on..."

[Tarantism]

she shakes the shudders as she sturs

safely tucked away in a the cacoon

where are you, den of the lion?

epic are thy winding passages.

[Tarantism]

tonight at the sea with the salty breeze

the frost from your breath is on my lips

and love in the words from your mouth

put salt in my hips and fingertips...

[Turtle]

garden grows

'til winter snows,

art and science

mixed in rows.

;)

[Boerseun]

When Death comes,

will He wield a cleaver?

Chances are, but more likely,

Death will wield Yellow Fever.

[Queso]

give my regards to broadway.

that street sucks

anyway.

yeah.