write a really WEIRD poem

[blp]

Oftenner you gave of your matronly disquisitions withal a catafalque or a chaise delineated thereupon
to repose
charming lady you with your tutelary airs and salivatory habillements I have come hereto to
detail a detail of these
your visions

soap lard cooking grease I do not want
I am not
cannot
do not know to say to be or do
this here this tone or tongue I can
not tell it for a wink or
burp

So
dreaming there on a fragrant lawn

blah blah blah blah

walked up the steps
two at a time
talking too fast
covered in grime
head first into the scullery
and began therewith
by means of a chicken baster and a mop
to perpetrate acts of the grossest obscenity
and I don’t mind telling you

it was wonderful

[blp]

largesse too great for this tipple of mine so saying
going fast backwards with extraordinary dexterity
(he’s on something, whispered the lardeboucher tuttingly)
and thereby approaching and cutting in simultaneously
based an entire novel on the incident, devastating insight
you could not make it up, he said, so I nicked it.

[firefangled]

blp, you are the master of wierd!

Someone's in the Kitchen with Dinah (for lack of a better title) cracked me up!

[blp]

blp, you are the master of wierd!

Someone's in the Kitchen with Dinah (for lack of a better title) cracked me up!

Thank you, thank you. Too kind, but thank you.
That title'll do for me.

[kiz_paws]

Oftenner you gave of your matronly disquisitions withal a catafalque or a chaise delineated thereupon
to repose
charming lady you with your tutelary airs and salivatory habillements I have come hereto to
detail a detail of these
your visions

soap lard cooking grease I do not want
I am not
cannot
do not know to say to be or do
this here this tone or tongue I can
not tell it for a wink or
burp

So
dreaming there on a fragrant lawn

blah blah blah blah

walked up the steps
two at a time
talking too fast
covered in grime
head first into the scullery
and began therewith
by means of a chicken baster and a mop
to perpetrate acts of the grossest obscenity
and I don’t mind telling you

it was wonderful

Oh the visions! Love this weird wonder.
"blah blah blah blah" was particularly insightful, LOVED it!

[blp]

Oh the visions! Love this weird wonder.
"blah blah blah blah" was particularly insightful, LOVED it!

*laughing* Thank you, kiz.

[jekan blazer]

stranded,
stranded on the toilet bowl.
what do you do when you're stranded
with nothing on the roll?

[Riesa]

Hawthorn — I take my brother back to his building.
It’s all beige stone and steel,
a small garden, maybe from saved seeds,
cucumber and watermelon,
the green vine outside the entry door,
planted, the way a thief hides a jewel,
but the sun finds it and sends a small light
into the room, like a distant star, as if to say,
grow so death can find you, or be lost before you begin.

firefangled ~ another example of you writing the poem that I needed to read just at this time. It's like if I were devout and flipped open a prayer book to just the right verse.

thanks, ff. and blp. for the praise re 550 poem, a poem about my brother. 550 is super hot temp for cooking, but makes the crispiest coated succulent fish in all of six minutes. mmmm. dinner tonight, I think.

[Riesa]

Billy? but I hate Billy!
Singing slow songs in my dreams;
Wakes me up!
Why would billy-billy-billy
Be writing nonsense in my head?

Acoustical rockabye
doowah doowahs
Limited lyrical lulla-bees
buzzho, buzzho.
Hornical Monotonounaus Automatonas
Spotted with large-rimmed binocularons
Calling no sleep, beep beep.
No sleep, beep beep, nosleepbeepbeep
nosleepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

[firefangled]

firefangled ~ another example of you writing the poem that I needed to read just at this time. It's like if I were devout and flipped open a prayer book to just the right verse.

thanks, ff. and blp. for the praise re 550 poem, a poem about my brother. 550 is super hot temp for cooking, but makes the crispiest coated succulent fish in all of six minutes. mmmm. dinner tonight, I think.

You don't have to be devout for my prayer book, Riesa, but I sure appreciate you coming to church.

I'm going to try that on the Red Snapper in my frig tonight.

[firefangled]

Billy? but I hate Billy!
Singing slow songs in my dreams;
Wakes me up!
Why would billy-billy-billy
Be writing nonsense in my head?

Acoustical rockabye
doowah doowahs
Limited lyrical lulla-bees
buzzho, buzzho.
Hornical Monotonounaus Automatonas
Spotted with large-rimmed binocularons
Calling no sleep, beep beep.
No sleep, beep beep, nosleepbeepbeep
nosleepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep

Love your taxonomy. I believe that one appears in the anniversary edition of Petersen's Field Guide.

No matter what I try, I can't get that little bird to sing me awake with a sweet song.

[Riesa]

You don't have to be devout for my prayer book, Riesa, but I sure appreciate you coming to church.

I'm going to try that on the Red Snapper in my frig tonight.

Just don't expect any alms. I already gave.

..they are native to the Texas Hill Country, but ornithologists have recently located a cousin living in Burma. They are seen skirting the edges of lakes under waxing crescent moons, their song is only considered sweet on the first day of summer vacation, when it at last quiets to an inaudible sigh.

this is what I do:

soak filets in warm milk with a pinch of salt for 10-20 mins,
press in bread crumbs

place on ungreased baking sheet,
drizzle with olive oil,

bake at 550 for 6 ish minutes....depends on the thickness of your filets.


I realize this is not a recipe thread,
just read it as a wierd poem please.

[Veva]

Riesa I really love your poem, I think it is great..

[blp]

Allwine curator of Caroline ventricles peachy keen said sollemnly
Hi there, kids, come get your knees scraped,
meet me in St. Louis
It's the latest place
for staying ape-shaped
and breaking eight rates
for currying state gates
pass it on
buy British
be bold
you know
I got
soul.

[firefangled]

people
wait
in your head,

aspirin
on the radio
is there,
you too,
a poem,

almost —

ringing phone