Seasons

[fishfishquaileye]

Salt and pepper
winter and summer
who can say?

Death and bastard
life and garden
who can say¿

A lizard crawls upon my leg
a shirt it hangs upon my peg
which will last longer
who can say?¿?¿

in 3 rhymes
I turn the country into revolution
on a point of Principality
this is not love
I am your paypal
receipt me

[Cate]

this is not love
I am your paypal
receipt me

Gasp!

are you offering some type of service here ...
some kind of kinky anti-dry-cleaning thing in which you allow people to hang their shirts from your peg ... for money!?
okay that's really twisted and I'm not even sure if it's hygienic and I in no way want to know where the lizard comes into all of this (cripes.. we get all sorts <shiver>)

[Violet]

.. hi Cate.. I wrote the following on my desktop, since I'm never sure if secondary fishes are going to remain here for very long, and so I've become rather strategic about it all. Anyway, I think I may have had a similar take on some of this..

Salt and pepper
winter and summer
who can say?

Death and bastard
life and garden
who can say¿

A lizard crawls upon my leg
a shirt it hangs upon my peg
which will last longer
who can say?¿?¿

in 3 rhymes
I turn the country into revolution
on a point of Principality
this is not love
I am your paypal
receipt me

Fish.. when you morph into these other alters of yours.. [the tragic manifestation of your MPD status, it seems] [a subject I’m just now writing about, in fact].. but, I mean, when you’re, uh, back to just being plain ol’ fish, do you ever notice these considerable differences in your, uh, fishliture, as it were?.. or do you just figure someone with a fishy sounding name must have stopped by and left some crazy sort of stuff in your poetry journal?.. [more crazy than your usual stuff, I mean].. [I'm just wondering how all of this works]

.. anyway, mine is not to

actually, mine is to question why [now that I think about it].. [especially why one would even bother questioning why] [in such futile cases]

Salt and pepper
winter and summer
who can say?

.. okay, I really can’t comment on this firs stanza since I fell asleep after the very first word, think it was.

Death and bastard
life and garden
who can say¿

.. gosh, it’s as if this new alter is protesting thought itself almost. [my god] Oh, and the upside down question mark, while very trendy on the Barcelona front, is rather silly here, I think. Actually, while I don’t think I can muster such exotic punctuation myself, I have been known to thpeak with a lithp if I have to, which ith thort of

or, no, I geth that’th Valenthia. [thorry]

A lizard crawls upon my leg
a shirt it hangs upon my peg
which will last longer
who can say?¿?¿

.. okay, you’re at least getting somewhere with “a shirt it hangs upon my peg.” It’s impressive you are even able to manage that.. oh, and suggests some of your alters are male, in fact. [not sure that that necessarily means anything, but just thought I’d mention it]

.. as to which one will last longer, one can’t help but root for the “peg” somehow. I’m not sure why that is, but the peg seems definitely to be the protagonist in this instance.. and.. well, one hopes the shirt will remain hanging for

well, for as long as it takes. [yeah, I know, I actually just said that]

[I also suggest the shirt will be due for some laundering too, immediately afterwards]

[yeah, I know, I actually just said that too]

.. actually, this “untoward”.. [or very toward, as the case may be].. scenario does have one wondering what circumstances might, uh, "give rise" to such a situation in which the shirt is being hung like that. Now, is it just a “show off” maneuver?.. or are you doing something you shouldn’t be doing in public, perhaps?.. [in which case one at the very least hopes some starch is involved]

[I mean, there are the proprieties, after all]

and, finally..

in 3 rhymes
I turn the country into revolution
on a point of Principality
this is not love
I am your paypal
receipt me

.. well, I at least laud your descent into politics, which shows you may well have reason to wear that starched shirt, and in the manner you seem to be wearing it. [or am I thinking of the Lunatic Fringe?]

.. but you know: “I turn the country into revolution on a point of Principality” is no doubt the most intriguing of lines here, and, well, given you’re a fish "relative," as it were, I think I can fairly accurately surmise the sort of Principality you might reside in, and why your sexual analogies have turned to easy and available payment options.

[note to any New Readers here: if this confuses you, just look up the considerable (and most likely putrid) (by now).. (actually, I take that back: it was always putrid).. piles of fish lit crit littered across this section of the forum]

alright.. well.. I guess that about wraps this fish up in some choice sec—actually, make that ANY section of the Times. [these days] [since that’s about all it’s good for]

oh, and, give my regards to your host, fish fish.. [tell her her capriciously annotated chapbook is almost ready for its first printing, in fact]..

Ever,

Professor V.D. Flowers [fish lit critic extraordinaire]

[Cate]

a very detailed analysis Prof. VD flower (not to criticize my pretty purple petaled friend but are you sure you wish to be known as the V.D. flower?)

~~~
In the spirit of the Traveling Naked Poets

My Lover Prefers Pegs

His closet walls are lined
with pegs,
not a single hanger.
Blue shirts hang
under gray pants
neatly ironed
–creased through the knee.
Crisp checkered boxers
are clipped to the back
of the door along
a clothesline string.
I suspect on cold fall mornings
he grabs this line
and runs through the park
as if flying a kite.



(I'm pretty sure somebody could do better - why not grab a line from our fish friend (while she's here) and have a bit of fun with it)

[Violet]

a very detailed analysis Prof. VD flower (not to criticize my pretty purple petaled friend but are you sure you wish to be known as the V.D. flower?)

.. yes, quite some time ago now, I noticed the potential "word play" involved, as per using my initials for signing--much to my chagrin. [of course] Only, then it came to me that I really can't be held responsible for the depraved [one track] minds of so much of the readership here, and so I decided I should just forge ahead.. [rather like my mentor, the famous S.T.D. Crabhouse, who never once looked back] [or even below, it seems]

[I know, that was stretching it, but it's early yet]

~~~

Crisp checkered boxers
are clipped to the back
of the door along
a clothesline string.
I suspect on cold fall mornings
he grabs this line
and runs through the park
as if flying a kite.

.. yes, here we call this "Tea Partiers".. or, more specifically, this describes a routine of theirs fashioned after the Koch Brothers, who, as best as I can make out, are two boxers [or, no, they wear boxers].. and both were mistaken for evangelists.. I THINK because they are filthy rich.. oh, and which explains their rise to prominence on the national stage. [or, no, they got arrested for that] [as best I can recall]

[actually, I believe this brings us back to the original poem on this thread] [come to think of it]


anyhow..

Boldly,

Professor V.D. Flowers

[Violet]

.. gosh, I own I'm a bit befuddled today, due to lack of sleep.. and so I thought to clean up that last post a bit.

[oh, no--not to worry, I just meant grammatically]

[Cate]

.. yes, here we call this "Tea Partiers"

ahhh well, that would suite me - I do love my tea, especially blueberry <grin>

[elazar]

3 ripe rimes
expose gods crimes?
my supply lines are longer than time

your ficklely frecklely face-mask
cant place i from me
like a - e soupy doop crap

hackinsack isnt just a city in jersy
google my map you tramp
ill pay you in jelly and curly
paypall audit trap
who falls for that? really?

salut
e