Bistro Bijou

[loststar]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

No where else to go
no one hear
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

this same old pain
ripped new again
mother fucking poetry

god dam love
fuck you and the
nine inch cock you rode in on

 

[The_Fool]

No where else to go
no one hear
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

this same old pain
ripped new again
mother fucking poetry

god dam love
fuck you and the
nine inch cock you rode in on

Hey Girlie...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

No where else to go
no one hear
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

this same old pain
ripped new again
mother fucking poetry

god dam love
fuck you and the
nine inch cock you rode in on

Pleaaaaaaaaase stay come back, come back beautiful star ...... I still love you lots xxxxxxxx

 

[loststar]

hi there, sorry ive not been in, i promise to try and be around more. I'm running a bistro in real life now, so ive had very little time, but enough excuses thats not what i came here for


she pours her self a coffee and digs out the huge bar of dark chocolate, so on with the show, anybody want anything?

 

[butters]

hi there, sorry ive not been in, i promise to try and be around more. I'm running a bistro in real life now, so ive had very little time, but enough excuses thats not what i came here for


she pours her self a coffee and digs out the huge bar of dark chocolate, so on with the show, anybody want anything?

have we met? i was just reading a few of your pieces here... they project the raw - enough to hurt like a ripped scab.

 

[loststar]

I dont know if we've met, probobly not, ive been absent for quite a while

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I dont know if we've met, probobly not, ive been absent for quite a while

*drags Star under the piano*

 

[loststar]

thank you, i was in need of a good ravishing

now back to the writing/ venting/ coping

 

[loststar]

floating lotus

there was that moment
in the alley
just now
i look up
as you lower your veil
our feet hurt, our backs ache
but you and
i
know our places
in this world

 

[loststar]

these walls feel too big
my heart feels too small
i know it will grow back
i just did not expect you to take so much of it

 

[loststar]

did that just happen

did you call up, did we just talk, do you miss me enough to fight through the awkwardness of pretending we are ok, wow did i make the enders game line work, did i convey to you that i still think about you constantly, did i read too much into the lines, did i give you the way out, did i sound causual, did i gloss over how fucked my life is, gee i suppose so.

 

[loststar]

words for the page

I cant sleep yet
I am not ready to let it go
but its fading already
worn on by domestic sand
those last morsels of fantasy
chipped away
not even the pain is sharp anymore
I wish you the best
and hope it brings you back to me

 

[darkmaas]

I cant sleep yet
I am not ready to let it go
but its fading already
worn on by domestic sand
those last morsels of fantasy
chipped away
not even the pain is sharp anymore
I wish you the best
and hope it brings you back to me

It's hard
to sleep
and not disturb
the dust of pleasures past
the soft clink of ice against the glass
the quiet laughter in the corner
of yesterday's party - what shall she wear?

::

 

[KatieJones]

She'll always be
wrapped in the past
like a vintage scarf
that never goes out
of style and no matter
how it's woven
into the clothes of today
is forever scented
with the perfume
of yesterday.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Neon lights flicker
through an open door
a finger drawn
across dusty tables,
distant faded laughter
by an out of tune piano
a lost echo
of what used to be

 

[darkmaas]

Between the warp and weft
of silken threads
there hides a strand
of gold that only shows
when age and use
and the odd unwanted moth
have opened up the weave
and let the light pass through

the naked truth revealed

::

 

[Tzara]

Between the warp and weft
of silken threads
there hides a strand
of gold that only shows
when age and use
and the odd unwanted moth
have opened up the weave
and let the light pass through

the naked truth revealed

::

I cannot write
a welcoming poem,
a compliment poem,
a responding poem.

I can offer whiskey
or even whisky
from that locked cabinet
below the bar.

Fuck. There is no ice.


(Hi, DM!)

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Between the warp and weft
of silken threads
there hides a strand
of gold that only shows
when age and use
and the odd unwanted moth
have opened up the weave
and let the light pass through

the naked truth revealed

::

He slips in
and modestly drops
an annual offering.
Almost un-noticed but
not quite.......

 

[darkmaas]

"He slips in
and modestly drops ..."

his flannel polka dotty knickers

"...Almost un-noticed but
not quite......."

 

[darkmaas]

I cannot write
a welcoming poem,
a compliment poem,
a responding poem.

I can offer whiskey
or even whisky
from that locked cabinet
below the bar.

Fuck. There is no ice.


(Hi, DM!)

You have a key to the cabinet behind the bar?

I could drink a whisk(e)y
I could down a rye
I could suck a bourbon
I could quaff some r(h)um
I could snift du cognac
or even sip bad brandy

Best make mine a double!

Save the ice for something more provocative...

 

[Tzara]

You have a key to the cabinet behind the bar?

Well, no. But I have figured out that if you hold the door tight against the jamb and kick (not too hard) right under the lock, you can get it to spring open.

Cheap lock, I suppose. (We will studiously ignore the cheap ethics that let me open it so.)

There is about a half-bottle of Alberta Premium left.

I could drink a whisk(e)y
I could down a rye
I could suck a bourbon
I could quaff some r(h)um
I could snift du cognac
or even sip bad brandy

Best make mine a double!

Save the ice for something more provocative...

I was going to pour two fingers for you, but perhaps four would be more friendly.

Or eight.

Aw, shucks. Nevermind.

 

[darkmaas]

This might be the theme song for this place ...

... with the added attraction of a List Poem imbedded as a chorus.

Enjoy (and pour yourself another while you are at it). Cheers.

 

[KatieJones]

There once was a one hit wonder
whose lyrics had nothing to plunder
two fingers or four
less is a bore
more will have everyone asunder.

 

[darkmaas]

The piano with someone's ass under
moonshine lightning and thunder
and there on the floor
like a spent metaphor
a poet's eyes glazing with wonder

 

[Tzara]

Now I think and I drink and I ponder
the poetic skills that I can squander
what with darkmaas my matey
and while ogling Ms. Katie
‘til the bouncer kicks my ass out yonder.