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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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  • the ultimate anti-climax.

Inside
lost words collide
opposites attract and die
pink perceptions multiply
the body flies, the mind divides
between self-righteous suicide
and giving head to wounded pride
that paranoia seeks to hide
a kiss of dearth the heart defies
self-preservation override
games theory puréed and applied
its subtleties solidified
the play, once mocked, now cut and dried.

Outside
the queued commuter cache
of constipated feelings crashes
heads are turned - the crisis passes
etiquette reclaims its place
shuttling through soberspace.

Aesthetics fucks ascetic bores
as convolution's hallowed floors
engender androgenic wars
discharged routinely on all fours.
Your halfway-house of tight-assed whores
who'll take your shit for scant applause
a rabble roused without a cause
behind the slam of killing doors,
my existential pregnant pause

...

ejaculates prayers
in stillborn tears
that reduce me to lies.
I refuse to take sides.

Stirring words distract and die
as old excuses coincide.

Leanne - on June 11 2008

Well, somebody got up on the wrong side of bedlam this morning.  I actually thought about opening a halfway house for tight-assed whores, but they really let me down with their laxity of cheek. 

"shuttling through soberspace" mucks with the rhythm a bit -- I can stretch shuttling out into three syllables as I guess you're doing, but I think you'd be better to stick another syllable in there instead, like "the soberspace" (soberspace is awesome, by the way).  

I'm not convinced that "distract" is the best word right at the end, it's a bit... something... I know what I mean. It just leaves me thinking "what's the distraction?" right after I go "ooh, something shiny".  

Still, much to love here and delighted to see you back and abusive as ever. 


Aphasic - on June 11 2008

Well, somebody got up on the wrong side of bedlam this morning.  I actually thought about opening a halfway house for tight-assed whores, but they really let me down with their laxity of cheek.

Too many openings breed contempt perhaps. 

"shuttling through soberspace" mucks with the rhythm a bit -- I can stretch shuttling out into three syllables as I guess you're doing, but I think you'd be better to stick another syllable in there instead, like "the soberspace" (soberspace is awesome, by the way).  

I'd be interested to know how people read that (shut-ul-ing/shut-ling), though I doubt 'other readings' are destined to happen, so I guess it's just you and me to thrash out the rhythm...leaving me with another syllable stick to suck on and spit out when the edit frenzy strikes :>

I'm not convinced that "distract" is the best word right at the end, it's a bit... something... I know what I mean. It just leaves me thinking "what's the distraction?" right after I go "ooh, something shiny".

That's the nature of anti-climax - attract/distract, collide/coincide - I really wanted to go out on a low here, prevarication permitting *pallid disposable smile*

Still, much to love here and delighted to see you back and abusive as ever.

Oh, surely I'm a girlie more sinned against than sinning?  Or is that just my intrapersonal dialogue bubble bursting?
I'm touched by your delight - an undeserved reward for breaking the cycle of self-abuse :> 


Leanne - on June 11 2008

I find that self abuse is much more enjoyable when you do it to someone else...

May I sin against you?  It sounds like fun. 


Aphasic - on June 12 2008
Oh, that's so shallow Leanne! You're just looking for some fun? I thought you'd never ask :x)
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