Quatrain Corner

[Tarantism]

if you turn to me like a gull takes to the wind

then i will jump from my trees of dreams

and ill dance like the Queen of the Isoles

and the rest of our lives would be feathered well.

 

all of these

squaking birds wont quit

building nothing

to lay in bits

[Pyrotex]

Twas ne'er the time to glance away,

Twas ne'er the space to gleam.

But what the kidlings did confine

Was the cordling of the preem.

 

The sprout did speak of finer blade,

And fish for wiser team.

But I did confiscate their need

In the cordling of the preem.

 

What, says you, did come about?

Does cordling ever play?

Do men of frozen gesture fight?

Do stormy lays give way?

 

And how, you say, do I remise

In slattern waves of rain?

And can the cunny seer perceive

A mind within the brain?

 

And what about the preem so fair?

They say it's barnelled true,

And floats above ideals of gold

As if it were not blue.

 

Alas! I cannot answer here.

Your questions fret the dream,

And all your wondrings disappear

In the cordling of the preem.

[Queso]

last time i checked

the box

was upside down and

laughing

[Queso]

the endless

not invisible

madness rioting

everywhere

[Tarantism]

and everytime i get out of bed

a satilite it does hit my head

and i fall backwards

into a deep awake sleep.

[Loricybin]

long haired smar-pid

stranger can't, no

because she doesn't

but at least i KNOW

[Tarantism]

winged horses ride

around my fore!head

greats in literature

procure a fall leaf

[Pyrotex]

The weekend starts with exhaustion.

I spend half of Saturday in bed.

The last half of Sunday I spend all my time

Wrapped in a cocoon of dread.

[Loricybin]

pushing their hardest

cracking like eggs

clearing defeat

ugh, my poor legs

[Loricybin]

turn around and WHOOOOOSH

oh ****, no brakes!

holes in my converse

from flying downhill

[Loricybin]

one is, too.

three is for

5 and sticks.

seven ate nine

[Queso]

come now

the chi monster allocated

and swayed towards the door

la la la lying through the floor

[Queso]

slip my foot between rough life

Few toes cling to heights like this

Few toes can wrap around the womb

Upside down from branch to branch

[Pyrotex]

Now! said the morning sun as

I came to be awakened.

Go! said my morning coffee

Hot! my thirst quickly slackened.

[Queso]

****! was that my first thought?

YEEEEEEEEEE my feet are cold!

time to look for socks...............

hands and knees Turn off the white noise please!

[Turtle]

When feet fret cold,

then think ye bold,

to brainy head,

a cap be led.

 

B)

[Queso]

snatch,

apply,

tilt,

smile.