Pseudo-renga - Round One

[rhyll]

paper!
what is with this stuff
it doesn't make an-y sense
Yet it does hold ink

it might be for blind people?
<-touch raised star for extra fun [written on paper embossed with stars]

Why crush the tree's wood
Fairies dance in moonlight
we have lost so much

the wonder and amazement
reading the cornflakes packet

Smell of old paper
My head swims with all the words
Imprisoned in books.

night; eroticism; memory

The soft smell of sex
The memories of the night
Linger on my skin

And yet, and yet, you have left
Now sheets are all cold dead ropes

the indentation
of the moon in the mattress
is all that remains

why eat strawberries tonight
i would rather just beat off

the cream in the fridge
from just before we broke up -
finally gone off.

secrets!

her deepest secret
and i try not to giggle -
spanking and catsuits!

In my heart I am so touched
To hold her secret inside

The new moon is blank
Its place in the sky secret
I swear I saw it

I think it knows my secret -
it winks its eye to hide it

Why so ashamed
I love you all my children
Even if you are squid

cats
I eat raw fish cakes
Losing myself in the jungle
Finding my godhead

pounces and tumbles; only
a question mark for a tail

Evil in my heart
I arch my back and gaze up
The moon my sister.

Unfortunately that guy
Andrew Lloyd Webber sucks ass

If I could be arsed
I would kick his for that show
Eliot rolls o'er.

Did i lose one? I think there should be one more but i can't find it! oh no!

Comments

[boxer-the-horse.livejournal.com]

Nope that one isn't by me Lisa!

But I assure all of you that I do, indeed, beat off... largely when I'm playing drums and miss-hit the snare.

Lisa, don't you dare mention busses! :D

[souldelay.livejournal.com]

i just read your email, i'm taking it all back!
hehehehe