thanks; liked yours too.
It blew my mind last night, granted I was quite high

It slithers over rolls of fat,
Wet worm that's lithe and wry
It smells of water, rock and scat
And chicken when deep fried
No matter how you twist and slap
It coils round your head
Sinks its teeth deep in your fat
And snuggles till you're dead

meeting meeting
action item deadline
maggot-infested innards
in a shallow grave
a meaningless struggle
thank God, Jesus saves

yes, Im being facetious

All water has left me
Through the hole in my crotch;
It seeks better things
Than internal dry rot
You can see it in my eyes,
My skin, my snot
Hydrated and happy
Is something I'm not

can you...
fly so high
in the sky
make the birds below you cry?

eat a bowl
pay a toll
try not to overload?

do that thing
try to sing
have your telephone ring

but all you're really doin is...

sitting on your ass
smoking grass
passing gas then taking a nap

can you?

do something?

Oh I like that fresh. That's really good.

grazi, signorina

A fleshy lip that squirts and flips
It's stinky, sticky, wet, and rich
It's nice without the icky bits
But monkey business always is

this word rhymes with turd
this one sounds like something
else I have to think of one that goes
with the first one first let's do bird
and then the other one has a ring
to it when I got around to it I slew it
oops hold on let's stay on track
oh crap I just lost my place again
begin again with ring thing crack
crap flapjack halfstack Kerouac
paddywhack give a dog a bone
a hog a home alone phone

Hairs are trees
Flesh is dirt
Cheeks are mountains
North, a shirt

Down below,
A crater vast
Puckered tight
And full of gas

Sprawling over dawning stars
Rolling clouds that have your form
Watch the rain pour out your limbs
Green lands swell beneath your storm
Watch the cycle, day to night
Listen as cicadas swarm
Clouds are still, shriveled dry
Evening trickle is no more

Red Lobster and Sam’s by Dr. Scripp

It’s time for field trips
Said the Brit who sells Scrip

Oh no! said the snow
Oh no! said the blow
We will not go!

We do not want the melting ice
We do not like the weather nice.
We do not want kids out of doors
We do not like it when it thaws

Tough luck, Winter’s Grip
Said the Brit who sells Scrip

Time’s up, winter snow
Time’s up winter blow
Now you must go

The Parent Are Here! Quick, you must flee!
The parents are here to buy scrip and get free

Free what? said the winter, defeated and awed
Free cash said the Scripster as she opened her store

We can fund field trips and
New classroom equipment
We can send the all the kids to the moon
We can repaint the hallways
With murals for always
And teach them to play merry tunes.

Oh the things they will see
Oh the thinks they will think
Oh the landscapes they’ll eat
Oh the ideas they will drink

Alas, said the Brit
The Brit Who sell Scrip
This cannot happen
Not one tiny bit

Unless…..

I like it.
I had to imagine an English accent on a couple lines; then they suddenly rhymed.

(It's in honor of Dr Seuss month)

goddess, all you people are wunderkind!

I like them all, but daymn, giant salamander--yours are beaUtiful! Esp.#244 & #250. That, my friends, is art.

Thanks Brianna. I'm glad my measured brain farts have a pleasant odor. :)
I like monster's Seuss tribute even more on the second read...

They tickle as they crawl inside
Tingling creeks beneath my skin -
I'd love to twitch until I pop;
I never should have let them in

Anxious ants crawl deeper still
Tendons darting, nerves are fried -
I'd love to run until I drop,
But endings are all
Paralyzed

Feed on worry, gorge on fear
Nests that droop beneath my eyes -
I'd love to sleep, and leave this place,
But marching echoes through the night

thanks guys. It's for the school newsletter to promote the scrip fundraiser.

A peaceful village deep in fright
Fear of slaughter in the night
another will attack again
time is irreversable, and night will never end!

As I draw near
mortals run in fear
no souls going to the sky
now its time for you to die!

Father, forgive me not
for I have sinned
I have no Remorse
and night will never end!

not about a village. about an insane man. It is acually the lyrics to one of my band's songs XD. It took me lik, 5 hours to write from my sick mind.

Here I sit, a little drunk
Not much patience, for the punk
Who can't be bothered -trith be told-
To read posts more than 5 mins old

chocolate milk is for nincompoops
dingleshmootz. dingleshmootz.
leather boa, feather boots
dingleshmootz. dingleshmootz.
absolute
absinthe loot
absent sleuth
dingleshmootz.
dingleshmootz.
dingleshmootz.
dingleshmootz.

beer is good
beer ia great
much beer needs
sleep in late

Raise my feet, bring them down
Ram rooftops into the ground
Old worlds' blood upon my lips
Impaled kings upon my crown

Spread my arms and crack the sky
Clamor of six billion cries
Homeworld breaks for the abyss
I breathe of stars and learn to fly

Viscous seas of starlit milk
Empty kingdoms choked with silt
Crown drifts soft through silent storms
Naked scalp is left to wilt

New star pulls me to its fringe
Wrap my arms around my shins
Close my eyes against the Vast
Sleep until new life begins

persimmons as portents of doom
mister zippy, clean your room
lookout's taint by microsoft
this ain't exact but it sure ain't not

stuff like this just pops into my head
 

I submit,
there's no rhyme or reason
to what you've been sayin'
to wit, it's murderin' season,
and I'll do the slayin'

Tastes quite unfriendly,
Though it surely is sweet;
Something like swallowing
Undercooked meat

I’m on a steep ladder
with a weak bladder
and you’re below me
so blow me, homie

You are not blamed
For dancing on skin
All of us sway
To the Monkey's din

Everyday
 

I hear a roar
I know that sound
It's closer now
I'm not afraid
I see it now
That well known sight
a plane flying
in the pattern
I hear a roar
I know that sound
moving slower
another plane
taxiing now
to the gas tanks
I hear a roar
I know that sound
familiar here
at an airport

for just 40 cents a month
you could feed a family for a week
for just 40 cents a week
you could feed a family for a month
a family of 40 could feed
a family of 4 for just 4 days
for 4 dollars each
but fuck all this math,
lets go to the beach.

If you don't get your honey
Diamonds for Christmas
You are a loser.
She will leave you.

If you don't get your cherub
Diamonds on Valentines
You will suffer
She will hate you

If you don't get your darling
Diamonds for Mothers Day
You're a bad father
She will shun you

When does it end?
All this spend spend spend?

What will come next?

Do we need emeralds for Paddy's day
Jet and Obsidian for MLK
Citrine and Sapphires when Michigan play
Knuckle-dusters for when you mother stays?

Oops

And when we are all spent
Do we give up gems for Lent?

I kept waiting for the "you should buy your sweetheart some scrip instead" punchline. :)

I'm saving that for April Fool's Day ;)

Lena, I really liked that. Monster's too.

Do that thing you do.
Go and try something new.
You'd better find yourself a clue.
Success you must pursue.

big butt at the grocery store

we happen to be shopping
on the same aisles
for a little while
when I saw that butt
it made me smile
(in my pants)

what a jiggle
I would pummel that
if I had a chance to hit some'a that

spit on your butthole and stick my thumb in
I need me a big butt to cum in

you're awesome, Flint.

that's beautiful.... (cries a little)

in, around, over and under
limbs and lips, flesh meets soul
twining as two, entangled as one
sound of twin hearts pounding in time
as they fall off the edge
together

silky dress clings to your cheeks
weak in the knees, I need to freak
lick your sweaty ass-crack for a week

it's sexual intercourse of which I speak

dewd. get a grippie
you're obsessing like a hippy
loves a tree
you need some P


ussy

Your words, dirty-hot
I'll think of them now
With microwaved glass,
Myself I will plow
Rimming and rutting,
Indeed, you're quite deft
Between your legs, nothing
But a gigantic "F"

Such a variety of effective prose in this wonderful, upstanding thread.

as i lay on the bed
waiting to go to sleep
i feel my thoughts dancing in my head

sometimes i wish i could turn back time
to see what i looked like
when things were fine

Of all the things I needed to do
Today I sit here thinking of you
About the way we used to be
the different ways you looked at me
Behind the face I could see the heart
Mine was cracking but yours was smart

One day, oh yes, I'll fly away
It will be my fault, I know you'll say
but I've made choices and here's another
I don't want to be, anymore, your mother.

But maybe you'll be the one to leave
and sit me here with my thoughts to grieve
I guess I'll sigh with what may come
but at least 'I' didn't need a gun.

So what you want from me is compliance
and not what you like to call 'defiance'
But listen up and listen good
I'm standing where I've always stood.

I'll not let you bring me down
Especially when there are people around
You shout and shout but what's even worse
You think that I am your curse.

So go tell your friends about the dragon
"eh one day, she'll go on the wagon"
But i sit here and be quiet and still
because I know it was you who made me ill.




Meh? it's off the top of my head. but i think it's readable.:D

so stop for a drink at a bar
then get right back in your car
and go buy a hello kitty guitar
a rocker is not what you are

hey girl
you came and went
it felt so right
my money you spent
after all these years
the things we've been through
it wasn't meant to be
but i did enjoy the sex too
maybe we'll get back together
maybe we will not
but the times that i had shared with you
will be certainly not forgot

The skies opened up
there was hell all around
but you fell through it
into my arms

I looked at you
I was amazed
something so beautiful
Out of all this rage

You searched my face
I smiled at you
You seemed to listen
as I said "I love you"

To cock up big time
is all the rage
No responsibility
in this golden age

Awesome. The last three verses got inside my head.

Okay, very spontaneous....so rhythm and metre leave something to be desired:P


Sometimes,
the day dawns bright and shining with possibilities,
The sun drips through the trees,
and all is light with life and dreams.

Those days,
keep my soul from grief,
keep me from slipping underneath
the weight of some other day’s sorrow.

And then I wake in time to see,
Another human being flee
The news is all awash with
grim and supple suffering

Sometimes,
the day dawns barely at all.
And all the clouds I see are mine,
And I am caught in time’s cruel thrall,
Seeking something more divine

And then I sleep and am revealed
In my dreams the truth unpeeled,
My own vision of the truth
Will never see the morning.

I quite like that one. I'm having One Of Those Days myself (the barely dawning kind).

Sung (under your breath) to the tune of an advertising jingle:

:::spell out the admin password to a server:::

Like: "1, 2, 3, 4, A, B, C! For the tangy zip of..."

:::try to pronounce the hostname of the server:::
__________________

It was better when it was spontaneous. Please don't post your own examples of this.

routine

6 pm, just got home
pet, walk, feed the dog a bone
bread, butter, ham and cheese
grab the ketchup, give it a squeeze
do your dishes, clean the table
sit on the couch, turn on cable
rest your eyes, fall asleep
dream of things you wish to eat
wake up at 9, find the clicker
turn it off, unzip your zipper
change your clothes, turn off the light
your routine for every night
kiss the kids, ask the wife
she says no, that's your life

When the day’s long hours
Fall to ruin, fall to ash,
And the sky spits purple
‘Cross the night so vast,

A light can be seen
On the ridge above the hills;
Thin and empty, rusting,
Tall and dark and still

The sun never touches
Where his wild garden grows
He's there, amidst the riddles
Of a stranger's healthy glow

Climb the crags until you strike
The summit, where he waits.
He’ll hold you close, hold you down;
He smells of dust, of fate

The heart crashes softly;
Within his mouth, it shines
The sky becomes a void,
And loneliness divine

They’ll find you there, frozen stiff,
Forgotten and alone.
They’ll stow the husk beneath the earth
While women weep and moan.

Yet when the twilight blooms again
And grief has had its fill,
They’ll see your light, burning bright
On the ridge above the hills.

wow, salamander that's super.

yeah, right?

i'm totally ghey for giant salamander's poetry. fucking impressive, yo.

oh...and, giant salamander: a/s/l?

Thanks much, ya'll.

a/s/l = 25/male/Austin...so lumberjim, if you're ghey for it, just name the time and the seedy chatroom! (heh)

ew...not that kind of ghey. the other kind.

No worries; I was definitely being as sarcastic as a turd is ugly.
Though I've never heard the term "ghey" before today.
So anticlimactic.

The screen door slams
My uncle cringes--he's not used to children

We fly out in our swimsuits
Fishes, flowers, bath towels-

The wooden float beckons, the
Water glistens and

We dive from dock's end, swimming
Towards paradise, the liquid lake

I cannot write, Patterns repeating
and Not Good.

No good and no good luck.

Now I'm Leda, raped by that bite-y bird without
Helen and Clytemnestra to show for it.

Instead, I walk, the blood welling
It runs down these heavy, unsteady legs

Who is he? Who is he to tell me this?
They don't know: I need a respite.

My soul, sick and thin, barely alive
Sputtering, like my rusty Volkswagon

No good, no good luck

If i could just get the engine of my body to turn over
I'd set out for some Rescue Mission

I'd smash the bite-y bird into black pulp and there
He will have no good and no good luck.