<{Baba^Yaga}>
on some deleted poem
28 Aug 2002, 5:15 PM
lets wrestle again real soon...i miss you? 9/10!
trichinaa
Razorgrin-- I apologize for being a shithead. Please forgive. it's such a rowdy roust in here I came out swinging. i know what you mean. every man wearing a hat and reading a newspaper. I didn't know who was coming to get me first. The Man , or the Aliens.
another bugger! alas..the bats return empty handedo
Anagram- didn't mean to imply.
On second look these semm like beginnings of sentences. If your still fond of this one maybe you could finish some of these sentences and what you make of it.
looooooooooooloooooolol! OUCH...FUCK!!!!!!! shit..that's gonna leave a mark, okay, once again you are evil and everywhere, and i've just accidently eyeballed my jello...soon for you i will write something acrostic....in the hopes of winning back your delightful universal skeleton key bottled pee....i will drink it warm or cold...and dream of filling your wilder donuts again..and again.and one more time for the majestic twenty one and a half and the twelve tribes of israel and assholing the antifreeze and running over the cat s again and again in the driveway while it's raining and i'm crying ohhhh god it hurts ...///can't you see that my tears are mirroring the rain drops of god and me and you and our beautiful ass fucking...fuck you had a nice tight ass...yeah that's right i said nice tight ass and that mouth owwwweeeeeyeah no teeth all gums no friction all licktion you were tall and thick and i couldn't ever help but let you stuff your swollen lamb chop right in my trap door back and fourth until you came hot and sticky on both of my elbows...OH GOD FUCK YEAH, AND THE WAY YOU WOULD cook those yams and pack all that sweet potato in there too, so when you were gone i wouldn't ever want to stop yammering, yammering for you! cuz i is the rump twixt your strong hulking thrust pillar of bronze aged stallion scepter pecker....give it to me,bitch, or i'll scratch your eyes out <last sentence done using a trained actor's lisp w/limp wrist>>
This is an excellent point about poetry being read or listened to.I am sure that the vast majority of work both good and bad on this site and even in poetry books would improve greatly if you could hear it recited by the author as they would be able to read it while allowing for the feeling,the cadence and the spirit in which it was written.
Thank you. I forgive and get you an ice cream. When you get here, it's just a mad word-brawl anyway. i was a paranoid child and it's getting worse. The Man is working with the aliens.Before the USSR fell, my family and me were watched by a KGB agent for about a day. We were told about it. That's one of my earlier memories, just a toddler me, and the man who i kept seeing the entire day watching us.
No negative implication taken. You were right I did say 'hard time' but all with tongue lodged firmly in cheek.I said I would explain my poor offering 'Comparisons'.It was a long time ago and a relationship had ended,one that obviously meant more to me than the other,I lay awake one night troubling myself with thoughts of how to regain fair maidens affections and then it crossed my mind that I was being stupid and she would be sound asleep without giving me a thought.The lady concerned worked for a lawyer in an office they called 'comparisons' where they compared new cases to historic ones and I had met her there many times to plead for reconcilliation and it just seemed like the only title for as P&K would say my 'teenage angst' meanderings.
brown hair, tallish, thinnish. looked like he was trying not to dress conspicuously. Really dark eyes. generally creepy, but in sort of an intangible way.
Esplanade is Spanish - more at explain} a level open stretch of paved or grassy ground; esp. one designed for driving or walking along a shore.
i meant the term as 'journey' or 'path', a mute invitation to chaos, the condition of our Mother planet when we are through with her as if we ever will be. Thanks for your comments.
Wulf
Esplanade is Spanish - more at explain} a level open stretch of paved or grassy ground; esp. one designed for driving or walking along a shore. i meant the term as 'journey' or 'path', a mute invitation to chaos, the condition of our Mother planet when we are through with her as if we ever will be. Thanks for your comments. Wulf
Rotten thing for a tot. They sense every little change in their parents' dispositions. Youu must have been horrified.
indeed.groovy title and nice soup! 10
I'm off to make vittles for the childrens. See you in 2hrs.
Razor grin-- What did he look like?