Puck
Bluelighter
warning : the following poem has been known to induce seizures in lab rats. enjoy.
'the ecclectic, esoteric insanity of inanity'
or 'meow, meow, meow, meow'
once more through the looking glass, milady... Pop a pill and pick your poison.
fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, sans hair, therefore not all that fuzzy, but he =did= put the 'bop' in the 'bop-she-bop-she-bop,' if not the 'ram' in the 'ram-a-lamma-ding-dong,' =not= just pretty words... or are they?
the pale light of the moon seeps gently in through my window, like ocean waves lapping against the shore.
i really should stop smoking pop rocks.
the sticky sweet smell of opium wafts through the room,
the lonely shout of a circus midget calling for his monkey,
hungry for the taste of roasted llama and fig newtons,
slimy and slick like the skin of a newborn lemur bristling with quills
as a lifeless, blue 'n orange splotched squid swims across the yard.
the bright and colorful taste of sights gone numb as they lick your nose with their vitality, invading your senses with intoxicating fervor.
and no, lemurs do NOT have quills, and as we were all English majors, none of us knew how many apples were left...
yet if you take the cosine of the quadrant and try to extrapolate it, you'll get fired for sexual harrassment, as that sounds rather dirty if you ask any self-respecting hermaphrodite...
for the fluffy handcuffs of love had entwined our hearts in their steely (though well-cushioned) grip, and helped us to find sobriety in the bottom of a bottle.
and having been so enlightened, he began swimming through his house, delving ever deep er into the sky in his quest for justification and love in this blacklight reflective world.
in fact, they'd have to swim to the plane if they were to have any chance to make it to the car in time.
ne me faites pas te macquerai frapper, si tu plait.
then the rock turned to the other rock, and that first rock, which we shall call fred, said to that second rock, which we shall also call fred, for fred is a good name, a strong name, as i have a cousin of that name, you see, and unto fred 1 fred 2 said "Hi." and followed these wise words with a most wondrous, heartfelt, "Looks like rain." and smiling as only a rock named fred 2 can smile, fred 2 said unto fred 1, "Yes, yes it does." and there was much rejoicing.
and then the lemurs, free of quills, frollicked in the wild velvet yonder once more, painting the countryside a vivid aqua blue, as they are wont to do, and the rocks joined them in song, and the wonders of sporks became known to one and all...
~*~ PuCk ~*~
(authors note : the french phrase means, "don't make me pimp slap you, if you please." thank you and goodnight.)
[This message has been edited by Puck (edited 15 March 2000).]
'the ecclectic, esoteric insanity of inanity'
or 'meow, meow, meow, meow'
once more through the looking glass, milady... Pop a pill and pick your poison.
fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, sans hair, therefore not all that fuzzy, but he =did= put the 'bop' in the 'bop-she-bop-she-bop,' if not the 'ram' in the 'ram-a-lamma-ding-dong,' =not= just pretty words... or are they?
the pale light of the moon seeps gently in through my window, like ocean waves lapping against the shore.
i really should stop smoking pop rocks.
the sticky sweet smell of opium wafts through the room,
the lonely shout of a circus midget calling for his monkey,
hungry for the taste of roasted llama and fig newtons,
slimy and slick like the skin of a newborn lemur bristling with quills
as a lifeless, blue 'n orange splotched squid swims across the yard.
the bright and colorful taste of sights gone numb as they lick your nose with their vitality, invading your senses with intoxicating fervor.
and no, lemurs do NOT have quills, and as we were all English majors, none of us knew how many apples were left...
yet if you take the cosine of the quadrant and try to extrapolate it, you'll get fired for sexual harrassment, as that sounds rather dirty if you ask any self-respecting hermaphrodite...
for the fluffy handcuffs of love had entwined our hearts in their steely (though well-cushioned) grip, and helped us to find sobriety in the bottom of a bottle.
and having been so enlightened, he began swimming through his house, delving ever deep er into the sky in his quest for justification and love in this blacklight reflective world.
in fact, they'd have to swim to the plane if they were to have any chance to make it to the car in time.
ne me faites pas te macquerai frapper, si tu plait.
then the rock turned to the other rock, and that first rock, which we shall call fred, said to that second rock, which we shall also call fred, for fred is a good name, a strong name, as i have a cousin of that name, you see, and unto fred 1 fred 2 said "Hi." and followed these wise words with a most wondrous, heartfelt, "Looks like rain." and smiling as only a rock named fred 2 can smile, fred 2 said unto fred 1, "Yes, yes it does." and there was much rejoicing.
and then the lemurs, free of quills, frollicked in the wild velvet yonder once more, painting the countryside a vivid aqua blue, as they are wont to do, and the rocks joined them in song, and the wonders of sporks became known to one and all...
(authors note : the french phrase means, "don't make me pimp slap you, if you please." thank you and goodnight.)
[This message has been edited by Puck (edited 15 March 2000).]
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