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Postby mood swung » Sat Jan 10, 2004 12:02 am

Domestic Squabble



The worms are at it again.
They've been up all night
in protest of my latest acquisition.


You see, I wanted a new perspective,
a room with a view
a little conversation piece for the coffee table.
And when I brought him home,
carefully polished,
they went on strike.
Books were burnt. Banners were waved.
A puppet government was set up.

As an exile, I have no communication with them.
I am waiting, pen in hand, for anything to happen.
I need an idea; I depend on their collective clamor,
on their noisy rootings, the aeration of my dreams.
Eventually they will need me too.
I am a master gardener.
Like me, the "g" is silent.

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Postby so lacklustre » Sat Jan 10, 2004 3:57 am

Nice, got any more?
signed with love and vicious kisses

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Postby mood swung » Sat Jan 10, 2004 8:19 pm

dude, marry me.
Like me, the "g" is silent.

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Postby so lacklustre » Sun Jan 11, 2004 6:11 am

Should we book Elton's castle?
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Postby mood swung » Sun Jan 11, 2004 10:45 am

first, I'll need to spend 4 days at the spa.
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Postby bambooneedle » Tue Jan 13, 2004 3:49 am

Moody, please write a sequel...

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Postby bambooneedle » Thu Jan 15, 2004 5:28 am

... I've written one:


She, she'd have her fart attacks,
like rat tat tat artillery -
friendly fire over the fence.
uncalled-for almost violent verbal diahorrea.
Maybe one too many a sugar cube
augmenting a disposition to blow,
for unusual and scary drama.

Yet things were funereal at the time...
what with his own blank stare suffering,
the new penchant for shaving his eyebrows
among other places he could reach.
then, to be rescued from that laundry chute -
who wouldn't want to escape?
mental asylums are full of crazies.

Oh, but how the neighbours will crawl...
now I walk out a proud one-
my face resenting nothing but the wind,
the sky behind me, like a painting.
I have befriended them.

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Postby mood swung » Thu Jan 15, 2004 8:37 am

you know me too well, I'm afraid, 'boo, and it wounds me.

off to reinvent myself.
Like me, the "g" is silent.

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Postby bambooneedle » Fri Jan 16, 2004 5:06 am

MS, it's about your neighbours! The ones that noisy root, that I befriended. As far as a story, I didn't get what your conversation piece was that you brought home. Or about the worms... so I made them your neighbours. I hope you didn't really mind, and sorry if I caused any confusion.


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