insufferable

Cloaked diagonally
in a latticework
of string
or any old fluff
a wire hung engine
powered into debris
the impulse to ignore,
thus idling for one hundred years
the oddity that snaked
from over rooftops
to settle in our yard.

An unmovable obstacle
the Oddity remained,
ignoring as my own
suffered its existence.

At its epoch
then the thing poked
surveyors from under
grimy refuse
and a green cord
slithered through
the weeds
into the family plot,
draining the
dessicated essence
from our descendants.

Powered by an agent
undiscovered by
human incredulity,
the Oddity
could now begin again
its hold on
ignorant bliss,
realizing a morphology
to the sloth
and beyond;
the divan of immobility.

limoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

We're not yet full

here's what i mean

get your butt

in the limousine

...in the wind..? not so much, maybe

This seedpod
Microprocessed
&
Born of nanobots
Carries all the
Data needed
Indeed
& will
Survey 4 a
Suitable site
2 settle &
Forgo its
Purpose,
4 a time,
To collate &
Store up energy
In order 2 pop
& grow N2
A mighty Plant
So 2 manufacture
& spread more
Like itself O’er
The crust of
The globe.

Illustrious nonsense

Oh my, a broken seal
On the philosophic plug
Is causing a rift in the
Penguin obscurity,
Turning knock-knock jokes
Into fables,
Yarns into moralities
Where education mixes
With a carumbym
Of paralyzing
Compromise, only
Hypocrisy and anxiety
Can survive, say the
Elder pterodactyls who feign
Feeding their young to Nile
Crocs, smirking under their
Tusks, pretending ignorance
While cooling in the mud.
Ruination in the comical floss,
Tension is snapping lines
Obtuse with age:
Were roles reversed,
Only superfluity could
Patch the cracked plug hole,
But a duplicitous smart ass has
Given out the punch line and
Left our specialist speechless,
Drowning in the swales,
Swallowed by gulps
Of faulty logic,
Capsized by
Copernicus sized counter revelation.

A New Cinquain, Theme Thursday!

Presents

for you right now

a continuation

of former post Rooftop Cinquain

enjoy:

I froze

As some devil-

-Ish feeling like fingers

Brushed over my skin into my

Innards.

Thru the

window stood the

evil menacing 'goyle

so 'twas no escape out that way

knew I.

And just

as I felt my

deepest despair, the cloud

cover broke and a ray melted

my fear.

Still yet,

cautious I turned

to flee this hellish hole

just to see that light had made my

Shadow!

Evil

as this house was,

a thing so benign as

a Shadow now became a threat

to all.

I did

scramble away

finding the staircase whole

encountering no resistance

this time.

Egad!

For from behind

I felt a wisp of dusk,

and as I set my foot upon

the tread...

My dark

doppelganger

materialized there;

so tripped I did upon my own

dark foot.

Falling,

I reach-ed out

felt vainly to the rail,

tho the banister was absent-

oh woe!

In Search of Sally!

coming soon to a theatre near ....

It was a sunny day, beautiful for a weekend walk...the 4 yuppy twits gathered their thousand dollar Guchi backpacks and hiking boots into the boot of Dick's Hummer and headed off to the trails...

At the trailhead they geared up and hiked down the path...but Sally needed to pee, and when she took too long to get back, the little group left the trail.... In Search of Sally!

It wasn't long before all were separated and lost, mapless, compassless, clueless...They stumbled over weird knolls and steep ravines...saw strange creatures and odd plants. Oliver's brain was digested by an alieneque sucker plant as he sat on a pocked boulder drinking from his canteen, wiping his sweaty brow. Sally lost her knickers and sunk into a digestive bog. Slurped up, she was forever lost to the group, but living always screaming through mud cake lungs, blinded by goo.

See it, see the terrible end; see Dick and Bobbi hiding under logs to escape the mandibles of the giant buggies locked in a death grip, but ready to give it up for the pleasure of eating soft flesh!

This film not yet rated...except GROSS!

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