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Humonculous Delight_______"Humonculous Delight"______
Red stone................................. 2.00
Red stone & bacon..................... 3.00
Red stone, bacon, red stone........ 3.50
Red stone, red stone, eggs,
bacon & red stone.................. 5.00
Devil's nest eggs........................ 4.50
Red water................................ 2.00
Red water & miso...................... 2.25
Red water w/ red stone croutons. 2.25
Famous state alchemist arm*..... 10.50
Famous state alchemist leg*...... 10.50
Famous state alchemist
naughty bits*.................... MARKET PRICE
Armour limbs (w/ digestive
Scar's ass platter...................... 14.00
Remains of the person brought
back during your creation....... 18.00
Red strap spaghetti w/
The Once PlumThe once plum________________
The plum, so succulent
A taste so rich and opulent
Juice seeping in sensual rivulet
Tantalizing feast for my palette
Is it the acidic tease I crave?
Or the overflowing sweetness?
Why question the savory caress
It should be enough that I so rave
And yet it isn't...
As I devour this fruit supreme
I irrationally expect a hint
That it shows for me equal esteem
Should I be to blame?
No other crop ever let me claim
Such an intimate complicity
Normal that I should seek mutuality
Yet food cannot taste the holding hand
It soaks in praise embarrassingly
Wishing the repast be not so heavenly
More functional, sometimes even bland
Yet forward I plough, selfishly I bite
Digging deeper without respite
Until a mistake is made, rather rash
And onto the hard pit my teeth crash
As agony overwhelms my dentition
My bliss turns to admonition
Despite my own boldness
Having caused the duress
Unmoved the plum remains
Expected as it is to have a core
Can it be faulted therefore
Is it genuine captivation
That compels all my attention
To be drawn to this philosophy
Or is it merely morbid curiosity?
My fleece is but one of my companions
Keeping me from the weather's variations
But as platonic as we remain
Is it wrong for me to wish for rain?
Rhubarb makes a strong contention
That bonding with its roots is perfection,
But with its poisonous leaves would only be cried
I say: who can tell until we've tried?
The bluebird may well be right all along
Certain of what its heart wants in song
But would it be abject impertinence
To point out it has little experience?
Doesn't the arlequin comprehend
That despite our creative differences
Happiness, our time together can apprehend
And with love tear down all fences?
Vanity, over the raccoon, holds no sway
And yet, in all its imperfection
I can never look away
It is, to me, most beautiful in creation
Am I then such a flawed mirror
That the eagle fails to see its striking grace
Last night I met Miss Trust
But blind faith puts me on my guard
I made the acquaintance of Miss Use
Who wished to abuse me, and not well at that
Miss Conception was under the impression
That I was ready for parenthood
Miss Communication shared a lot
But I couldn't understand a word
Miss Interpretation was quite a performer
With too many liberties in her work
Miss Carriage had a coachful of stories
All of them ill-fated
Nothing panned out with Miss Information
Because too much is as bad as too little
Miss Fire had a blazing personality
But threatened to explode at me any time
Miss Guided knew where she was going
Unfortunately away from my home team
As for Miss Age-in-a-Bottle
Her years were utterly unreadable
Only a glance at Miss Demeanor's conduct
Told me of her criminal past
Miss Spell put me under an enchantment
But she wrote the word as 'insanmant'
Miss Led was just that, however astray
Miss Stress' adultery was unnerving
I had doubts about
I can not rhyme
This I say for the last time
I can rhyme with the ease
Of an egotist saying "please"
"What's this I hear?" you wonder
"These suffixes he deftly affixes
Their consonance have little discordance"
So "Can he not rhyme?" you ponder
He who hunts and not consume
Hunts not at all I dare impune
She who swims with no destination
Merely performs mental masturbation
So if my rhymes abandon meaning
Their purpose is lost in the void
But if there's really a point to my meandering
Flaunting it, I try to avoid
So I maintain what I said earlier
But it may not suffer repetition
As that was its last iteration
And masturbation is niftier
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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