Quatrain Corner

[Queso]

Months are too chromatic

 

and Luna never lies.

 

One full moon after harvest

 

falls the purest eve of all hallows.

 

:hal_jackolantern:

[DougF]

easy come easy go!

rake the harvest

before the snow.

:hal_jackolantern:

[Turtle]

"Who gives...", asked Aristophenes,

"a Fall pie

what squash a

rouser grows?"

:evil:

[Loricybin]

sage smoke wisdom goddess flat.

burn thine sky across my back-

and if i quake before this eve,

then take my life and look to leave.

[Turtle]

youth's not wasted on the young,

like dried up oldies say,

a quake upon a random eve,

by age don't livers leave.

:phones:

[Queso]

a sliver of liver

made me shiver when the indian giver

walked up and took my

baby away

[Loricybin]

my babie's mama

dressed in drama

crochets blankets

of the purest trauma.

[Queso]

blue blood

dribbles from

your blue

throat

[Pyrotex]

Queries shake the mind aquiver

Bleakly thoughts do make me shiver

Deathly shimmers of my kidling

Aurora Borealis fiddling

[Tarantism]

There is a sliver between my door and its frame

and it tells me that blotches appeared upon the

window, side effects of the condensations dribble.

Magic occurs at 5:30 every single morning.

[Turtle]

Crustal mayhem sliver slacks,

as torpal sleighs sigh spickety spacks,

and condescending snowflakes fall,

through horses' breaths to pause, to stall.

:thumbs_up

[Loricybin]

hypochondria is not a valid prose,

as everyone hear nose,

my eyes are going to beeding

blee, bleading be.

[Loricybin]

telegrammunifications STOP

henry the horses dances the waltz STOP

every-no one-some sun sPOTS

sPOTS are reversed STOPs

[Queso]

Calea zacatechichi

forms a triad

with my eyes

bleed indigo inside

[Queso]

little apple

for turtle.

The kids can hear my

scary organ through an open window, I can hear their mantra.

[Queso]

The trick is . .

none of you know why you are doing what you're doing

but you are,

and it's a treat.

[Queso]

Just look at how obscured the archetype has become.

Mask yourself. become something else.

run around at night tricking and treating.

It's obviously psychedelic. Replace sacrament with Candy.