Quatrain Corner

[Queso]

when the night turns it's back

bind to me

and release the lice

write a piece for Peace

 

come on

and with me Moonlight

i'm ready

to slip.

[Queso]

all the peace i've ever found has been in peices, all alone

or with a Bodily focal point.

a brown eyed girl

w/out boots.

[Queso]

shaved my face today,

looked long

deep into the surface of my reflection

my neighbors hear my laugh, i know they do.

 

i remember being so young

lyin' there crying telling myself i'd never smile again

how could i not?

you know, it's like...never again.

[Queso]

never EVER again

and that was the first time i went to church

i thought about what it was to be holy,

and alone.

[Queso]

so i ran

and ran

though i was hesitant at the cliff,

i enjoyed the motion that allowed mySelf to Fall.

[Queso]

that's my bladder calling,

another chance at the mirror

no silence-

turn the sink on Tune them out.

[Queso]

is my dad going to gallop?

or do horses do that when

they are provoked

to do so?

[Turtle]

I don't much mind

talking to dragons but

listening to dragons

it's hoary hot hard to hear the consonance.

[Racoon]

I could spend all day....,

listening to everyone at Hypography play :hyper:

 

When will the work get done?

Tomorrow, I'm busy typing another one! :hyper:

[Turtle]

Shall shi

shape shay shi

sham shifting

sha shaman

[Loricybin]

my body . . . my being

an organic time machine

ceasing to let life be

such a goddamn mystery

[Racoon]

I can't help but think,

The snow is so beautiful.

Rest assured my hungry Pilgrim,

This is but a Dream..:hyper:

[Loricybin]

this is my impression of

me wishing i had a car

so i could go see the

rare snow in our mountains

[Racoon]

What a Waking Dream,

life is such a Mist.

Like a fog that doesn't last,

passed beneath our breath.

[Racoon]

I got an idea to make money, :hyper:

nevermind...,

Best not to say it at all,

people could be listening...:hyper:

[Racoon]

Indian Medicine Flutes.

Verde Mesa,

Bubbling spring brooks,

like a dew drop in the wind.......................................

[Pyrotex]

Saturday night after eleven.

The weather is far too cold for this to be heaven.

Searching for a quatrain, hoping to be inspired.

I rack my brains but I'm too tired.