Lascivious. Vicious. Luscious. Lust.
List. Lost. Low. Lone. Long. Night.
Newt. Cricket. Croak it.
Toad.
Lascivious swamp sisters
Provide vicious cures for lovers' qualms.
Luscious hips help lovers forget old lovers;
Lustful rutting helps new lovers to calm.
List, oh children, list to the sisters;
Lose yourselves to the Lost Girls,
Lie low with their brood my brothers;
Lie long and alone till your longing unfurls.
Night love is the love nature loves best.
Newts and Crickets make love through song and throating;
Their moaning crooning longing in its purest;
Toads make their need known by croaking.
Showing posts with label Association. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Association. Show all posts
Friday, August 26, 2016
Hunting for Friendships
Hunt. Hint. Hight. Height. Hit. Hot.
Hoot. Hood. Clit. Clove. Close.
Close. Choice. Choose.
Whose?
Hunting through empty rooms with forgotten wares,
Hinting company and friends galore,
Glinting relics of bygone days, lost in the days' affairs;
Highting friends and lovers that they adored .
Falling from a great and terrible life,
Hitting reasons all the way down.
Pounding into circumstantial strife.
Hooting out my melancholy sound,
Cloves smoked between aisles and car seats.
Closing shop for the first last time.
Getting close and closer to getting close.
Choices never waver when they're wrong.
Choose an ending.
Whose?
Hoot. Hood. Clit. Clove. Close.
Close. Choice. Choose.
Whose?
Hunting through empty rooms with forgotten wares,
Hinting company and friends galore,
Glinting relics of bygone days, lost in the days' affairs;
Highting friends and lovers that they adored .
Falling from a great and terrible life,
Hitting reasons all the way down.
Pounding into circumstantial strife.
Hooting out my melancholy sound,
Cloves smoked between aisles and car seats.
Closing shop for the first last time.
Getting close and closer to getting close.
Choices never waver when they're wrong.
Choose an ending.
Whose?
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Ocean Silent
Silence. Silliness. Soulless. Bondage.
Breakage. Storms. Seas. Floods. Tempest.
Tossing. Hoping. Breaking. Bucking.
Broken.
Silence.
Upon the wave-tossed ocean
From the mouths that Fate has spun
Silliness abounds upon the decks,
Until, soullessly, home come the wrecks.
Bound in bondage they come ashore,
Breaking oaths with those that they adore.
Storms are ever brokering
Betwixt the seas and their offerings.
Flooding their wasted depths
With tempests of seafarers' bitter regrets:
Tossing in bed alone next to their spouse
Hoping against hope they'd only reach out,
Breaking the silence with a leg or some such,
Bucking in surprise at the softest touch.
Broken in twain upon the mast
Is no less what happened in the past.
Breakage. Storms. Seas. Floods. Tempest.
Tossing. Hoping. Breaking. Bucking.
Broken.
Silence.
Upon the wave-tossed ocean
From the mouths that Fate has spun
Silliness abounds upon the decks,
Until, soullessly, home come the wrecks.
Bound in bondage they come ashore,
Breaking oaths with those that they adore.
Storms are ever brokering
Betwixt the seas and their offerings.
Flooding their wasted depths
With tempests of seafarers' bitter regrets:
Tossing in bed alone next to their spouse
Hoping against hope they'd only reach out,
Breaking the silence with a leg or some such,
Bucking in surprise at the softest touch.
Broken in twain upon the mast
Is no less what happened in the past.
Friday, August 19, 2016
Remember to ever be.
Unmindful. Unheedful. Wrathful. Hateful.
Successful. Shitful. Sinful. Sightful.
Kindful. Happyful. Sadful. Madful.
Helpful. Hopeful.
Remember to ever be:
Unmindful of the screaming kids,
Unheedful of the souls that dream,
Wrathful of the mind that builds the pyramids,
Hateful of the eyes that gleam.
Successful types in business snipes,
Filling their seats with shitfuls till they're threadbare,
Sinful thoughts building prototypes,
Filling the skies with sightfuls of nightmares.
Kindfully abrogate responsibility,
Happyfully take away another's joys
Sadfully inform the next of kin of life's absurdity
Madfully execute those in your employ.
I hope you find this present guide so helpful
As you ever were so artfully hopeful.
And remember to ever be.
Successful. Shitful. Sinful. Sightful.
Kindful. Happyful. Sadful. Madful.
Helpful. Hopeful.
Remember to ever be:
Unmindful of the screaming kids,
Unheedful of the souls that dream,
Wrathful of the mind that builds the pyramids,
Hateful of the eyes that gleam.
Successful types in business snipes,
Filling their seats with shitfuls till they're threadbare,
Sinful thoughts building prototypes,
Filling the skies with sightfuls of nightmares.
Kindfully abrogate responsibility,
Happyfully take away another's joys
Sadfully inform the next of kin of life's absurdity
Madfully execute those in your employ.
I hope you find this present guide so helpful
As you ever were so artfully hopeful.
And remember to ever be.
Friday, August 12, 2016
Life upon the Floors
Deep. Delve. Dove. Door. Shore. Shoal.
Shell. Shelved. Shelled. Shelling. Selling.
Barter. Garter. Bitter. Biter. Bitter.
Fighter.
Deep beneath the ocean floor
There lives a witch
And nothing more
Delving deep in midnight pitch
Plumbing depths of starry life
Seeking doves in drunken ditch
Making sacrifice to love & strife
Tempered by being called a bitch.
Doctors open on the ocean floor;
In succession, gawkers gather,
Standing grimly, seeking solace on the shore
Gazing into sunken shoals they flatter,
Finding shells of things that we abhor:
Hard-won husks from sunken hearts a-tatter,
Children shelved, their tearful smiles ignored,
Till they're shelled by parents too grown to matter.
Selling hollow, younger faces
To prisons, patrons, paters galore;
Bartering their youthful, gainful paces
Until their garters gather something more,
Garnering only just enough attention
To retire their aching sphincters from the fore
Collecting their ever-rotting pension
From off the fustian floor.
Abandoning their young upon the floor.
Too cold to leave, too grown to sleep,
Picking themselves from off the floor.
Somehow finding ways to keep
Their bitter bitters inside their helpless sores
Driving them to biting hands that leaps
To feed their bitter maws something more.
Fighting the urge that makes them weep
And turns babes a-baeuty into naught but gore.
I think I'll sleep upon the floor.
Shell. Shelved. Shelled. Shelling. Selling.
Barter. Garter. Bitter. Biter. Bitter.
Fighter.
Deep beneath the ocean floor
There lives a witch
And nothing more
Delving deep in midnight pitch
Plumbing depths of starry life
Seeking doves in drunken ditch
Making sacrifice to love & strife
Tempered by being called a bitch.
Doctors open on the ocean floor;
In succession, gawkers gather,
Standing grimly, seeking solace on the shore
Gazing into sunken shoals they flatter,
Finding shells of things that we abhor:
Hard-won husks from sunken hearts a-tatter,
Children shelved, their tearful smiles ignored,
Till they're shelled by parents too grown to matter.
Selling hollow, younger faces
To prisons, patrons, paters galore;
Bartering their youthful, gainful paces
Until their garters gather something more,
Garnering only just enough attention
To retire their aching sphincters from the fore
Collecting their ever-rotting pension
From off the fustian floor.
Abandoning their young upon the floor.
Too cold to leave, too grown to sleep,
Picking themselves from off the floor.
Somehow finding ways to keep
Their bitter bitters inside their helpless sores
Driving them to biting hands that leaps
To feed their bitter maws something more.
Fighting the urge that makes them weep
And turns babes a-baeuty into naught but gore.
I think I'll sleep upon the floor.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Funny Hats
Dead. Deal. Dolt. Dole.
Hole. Whole. Heap. Peep. Creep.
Crawl. Beg. Utter. Shutter. Shudder.
Sunder.
The dead have never struck a deal.
They cannot sing to hear
Nor cry to laugh nor see their way to feel.
And dolts are no more better
While seeking gainful occupation
Pursuing doles inside of holes
From churches' indoctrination.
Receiving sinners' sins and pates,
A heap of bodies awaiting mates
Peeping creepily from among the shores
They cannot crawl from you anymore
They beg and barter, pawning souls
Uttering pious hymns while they are consoled
By stuttering men in funny hats
Who shutter any friendly spates
All the while I start to shudder.
As the world begins to sunder.
Hole. Whole. Heap. Peep. Creep.
Crawl. Beg. Utter. Shutter. Shudder.
Sunder.
The dead have never struck a deal.
They cannot sing to hear
Nor cry to laugh nor see their way to feel.
And dolts are no more better
While seeking gainful occupation
Pursuing doles inside of holes
From churches' indoctrination.
Receiving sinners' sins and pates,
A heap of bodies awaiting mates
Peeping creepily from among the shores
They cannot crawl from you anymore
They beg and barter, pawning souls
Uttering pious hymns while they are consoled
By stuttering men in funny hats
Who shutter any friendly spates
All the while I start to shudder.
As the world begins to sunder.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Heroines
Juice. Joys. Jealous. Jealousy. Heresy. Hera.
Hero. Heroic. Stoic. Stoicism.
Pragmatism. Practical. Practice. Practice. Practice.
Break. Back. Balk.
The juiciest joys, the sullenest sighs,
Make jealous the zealous, who cry,
Jealously: "Heresy!"
Who know nothing
No, not a thing
of Hera or heroes
or how heroines arose.
From sudden, blitzkrieg heroics
To silent, passive stoics
A practice of stoicism
Never led to pragmatism
A practical exchange
With ever the same refrain
Which stems from the adage:
Practice, practice, practice.
Break you sullen creatures
Back with your stead-fast features
Balk, I beg you
"Never," said you.
Very well.
Stand atop your mountain
And build a better bastion.
I wish you well.
Hero. Heroic. Stoic. Stoicism.
Pragmatism. Practical. Practice. Practice. Practice.
Break. Back. Balk.
The juiciest joys, the sullenest sighs,
Make jealous the zealous, who cry,
Jealously: "Heresy!"
Who know nothing
No, not a thing
of Hera or heroes
or how heroines arose.
From sudden, blitzkrieg heroics
To silent, passive stoics
A practice of stoicism
Never led to pragmatism
A practical exchange
With ever the same refrain
Which stems from the adage:
Practice, practice, practice.
Break you sullen creatures
Back with your stead-fast features
Balk, I beg you
"Never," said you.
Very well.
Stand atop your mountain
And build a better bastion.
I wish you well.
Monday, July 18, 2016
Association Experiment IV
Work, work, work, woke, woe,
woes, walls, was, wars, roars,
rose, ruse, rues, rise, ryes, lies,
leyward, weyward, woeward, westward,
toward, forward, foreward, forewarned,
post warned, fore word, prologue,
what’s past, what’s post, what’s now,
what is, what, what, what, w-
Work, work, work
Work wearies the weary soul
Work wearies the wary old.
None to do
And none to hold
The wayward, weyward sister.
Onward and froward
She casts her Self
She castes herself
Oneward and upward
She finds some help
She founds some Hell.
She warns no one
She warps a nun
Down and down she fell
Until she knelled
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Association experiment III
Goodness. Godness. Gold. Guild. Guilded.
Guiled. Beguiled. Behaved. Behooved.
Behold. Behind. Beknight. Bespeak.
Kind. Dread. Dead. Doom. Moon. New.
Ghoul
Speak. Sick. Dick. Dyke. Poke. Pike.
Pile. Pill. Will. Wall. War. Was. Walk.
Talk. Tall. Tire. Tired. Wired. Warred.
Good as gold
They said of me.
Polite as of old
And what a delight to see.
"A pleasure in class"
They wanted me to be.
"A right royal ass"
was all I could think of me.
They calmly all fled
Through kindness to me
Filling me with dread
And showed me what a good boy should be.
Monday, July 11, 2016
Association experiment II
Fear. Far. Cry. Cripple. Crow. Cry.
Creep. Reap. Row. Row. Ruse.
Lose. Lock. Lie. Life.
Lies lacing love inside my mind
Babbling within others of my kind
Laughing at my innards in a coffin of my making
My Mother hangs the decorations
Of my anti-celebration
Inciting incidents left, right, and
Sent her away from me and mind
Hardly matters in the long
Haul away the engagement
Ring the wedding knells
Pack up the baby carriage
With all the wasted semen
Pissed it all away
To those who couldn’t care for me
I’m spending every dime I have to see
A broken, run down
Accident
Waiting to happen for me
Association Experiment
Beauty. bees. best. less. kind. carol.
cool. look. see. find. found.
care. king. king. offspring. heir. love.
seen. sound. soon. sign. stem.
grow. green. growth. grown.
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