Quatrain Corner

[Turtle]

hunkered down,

'ere milo grows,

pungent earth

sniffed up my nose.

:P

[Queso]

yopo

go, no

sew yo

soulula

[Loricybin]

i was told,

as a sapling,

to stay away from boogie men

with chainsaws for teeth.

 

 

 

 

remix:

I was told as a young sapling

to beware of the boogieman

with chainsaws for teeth

and axes for fingers.

[Tarantism]

yopo

go, no

sew yo

soulula

 

they call it yopo

in thailand

stay up for days--

it's a pick-me-upper

[Turtle]

owe no,

don't go,

yoyo,

so slow.

:hyper:

[Queso]

bouncy in the wind,

she said

the proteins are all

lined up

[Turtle]

recalcitrant numbers,

crunchers thereof,

mizzles from 'eaven,

two wings to a dove.

:hihi:

[Queso]

catatonic catfish

stunned by paleoethic

vibraphones phone

home

[Turtle]

Convolution

 

frenetic birds

wakened to bedlum

whistles whistling

away

:hihi:

[Boerseun]

In need of money,

in need of bucks?

Go for it, but remember:

Working still sucks.

[Loricybin]

wondering how to phrase

the thoughts i've had for days.

as long as i flows, i know,

it will go how it goes.

[Loricybin]

metaphor inside a metaphor,

"opening the garage door,"

said he, the cat

who feeds a cat.

[Loricybin]

used to rhyme so well,

not no more, oh well,

abstract prose don't sell,

**** it.

[Queso]

"lay your head where my heart used to be

hold the earth above me

lay down in the green grass

remember when you loved me

 

come closer, don't be shy

stand beneath a rainy sky

the moon is over the rise

think of me as the train goes by

 

Clear the thistles and brambles

Whistle 'Didn't He Ramble'

now there's a bubble in me

and it's floating in me

 

stand in the shade of me

things are now made of me

the weather vane will say

it smells like rain today

 

god took the stars and he tossed em

can't tell the birds from the blossoms

you'll never be free of me

they'll make a tree of me

 

don't say goodbye to me

describe the sky to me

and if the sky falls, mark my words

we'll catch mocking birds

 

lay your head where my heart used to be

hold the earth above me

lay down on the green grass

remember when you loved me" - tom waits

[Pyrotex]

The Clerk at A-1 Liquor in Huntsville, Texas

 

Twenty-something, petite and cute as a button.

Black goth dress with a low, plunging neckline.

Bouncy breasts freely exposed, black cross between.

Does anyone ever call you Elvira? She grinned and winked.

[Loricybin]

pop goes the weasel,

flop goes the easel,

and now i'm eating oil

paints off the floor.

[Turtle]

two-quintillion-three-hundred-five-quadrillion-eight-hundred-forty-

three-trillion-eight-billion-one-hundred-thirty-nine-million-

nine-hundred-fifty-two-thousand-one-hundred-twenty-eight,

is a perfect number.

:)