A focus on Meat

[bluerains]

Intrigue worked
the bottle’s cork
bottomless well
spilled forever

a breath
a sigh
a reason why
a cork pops...

 

[hmmnmm]

dread
the farmer feared
erred horrid

 

[bluerains]

dread
the farmer feared
erred horrid

fear
false
evidence
appearing
real...
horrid kills it sheep...

 

[hmmnmm]

*actually in the original version the hero was a herder.

 

[hmmnmm]

A sheepish farmer?

 

[bluerains]

*actually in the original version the hero was a herder.

and following the herder...must I comply...

 

[bluerains]

and btw

do you think borg eat meat..

 

[hmmnmm]

evil theorists
wizened
Ransacked shed.
Pasture pillaged
Abduction committed.

Orgy ensued
chalk bandits in
monocle dust
all the summer long
so they writhed.

Primetime
heard
sniffed
came in.

Bad.

 

[hmmnmm]

do you think borg eat meat..

You pose good questions. Do you think so? Or know so?

 

[hmmnmm]

do you think borg eat meat..

melts in their microwaves.

 

[hmmnmm]

motif of motory purr
burial nocturne disturbed

blink and claw
veal-vita seizure,
slow screaming cooker.




nahhh, not it. not motif or purr. like the motor or motory potential. Nocturne is... nah.... nah, X line 2. blink and claw needs better showing. Something about a machine or motor coming awake, and seizing... seizing something, and cooking it. Sizzle? Sizzles?

Later.

 

[hmmnmm]

grass carpet shuffle,
shock value pilgrims
bunched in idle claws
no, not claws... fangs... no...
and not grass.
Turf. Yes, turf.
Something turf, something rubbing the turf,
turf not yet seeded. And not artificial turf.

The pilgrimage... the pilgrims... pilgrimage
pilgrims crawling on turf, digging their fingers

nuts.

Nutty pilgrims!

No.

 

[hmmnmm]

nutty pilgrim spies virgin turf


in pecan shade a pilgrim took rest
boots worn, soul
weary: roads of dirt, roads of ditches
ditches of thorns. Berries plump,
and poisonous.

the turf was cool and felt
virginal
unseeded, this season
the pilgrim drew
lazy circulars
where the soil gave in

 

[hmmnmm]

in the dirt the pilgrim dug
the pilgrim came
upon open lips
like moistened clay
unbaked
the pilgrim,
curiosity whetted
dropped a nut he'd fondled
and peered
nearer the clay
splayed
wider the turf he'd
lazily worried

 

[bluerains]

motif of motory purr
burial nocturne disturbed

blink and claw
veal-vita seizure,
slow screaming cooker.


how bout patterned mechanical purr..

nahhh, not it. not motif or purr. like the motor or motory potential. Nocturne is... nah.... nah, X line 2. blink and claw needs better showing. Something about a machine or motor coming awake, and seizing... seizing something, and cooking it. Sizzle? Sizzles?

Later.[/QUOTE]

 

[hmmnmm]

patterned

like repetitive, like hypnotic, like... ?

patterned hypnotic purr

repetitious mechanism

mechanic repetition

 

[bluerains]

patterned

like repetitive, like hypnotic, like... ?

patterned hypnotic purr

repetitious mechanism

mechanic repetition

I like the patterned hypnotic purr

 

[hmmnmm]

the machine gunner sprayed
purring hypnotic bullets
all over a slippery mannequin

 

[bluerains]

the machine gunner sprayed
purring hypnotic bullets
all over a slippery mannequin

awakened sub
bullet proof dreaming
consumes the tin man

 

[hmmnmm]

empty
red can
of rust

 

[bluerains]

empty
red can
of rust

wind blows
ground consumes
even rust returns
to dust...

 

[hmmnmm]

so it may fly in the wind

 

[bluerains]

so it may fly in the wind

and a butterfly sighs...

 

[hmmnmm]

and a butterfly sighs...

Ah yeah...


and if you listen...

 

[hmmnmm]

It came last night:

felines purr
so do motors
motors machinate
motors and machines
are geared. Gears, like
felines are toothed, gears
like teeth grind or mesh clean

a silent machine
leopard skin
yawning lip lick
camouflage mesh