Toil and succour

[Jabberwhacky]

Have you heard the mountains cry?

'Tis loaming and an ill-paced sigh
sobs adumbral patterns in gloom,
and rising from the crags on high
a heart-rending sepulchral cry,
as an echo, whimpers to its doom.

From the magma-ocean, mantle plume
rising to cool this febrile core,
as a surge of verse, parsed-pantoum,
like some drama enacted sans costume
wells up in eyes - rolls to the floor...

If we were together in Khartoum,
Will your smile make the roses bloom?

[Agnes]

Will your smile make the roses bloom?

I've never cared much for roses.
I'm a daisy kind of gal.
I've always preferred things simple.
Romance makes me kind of ill.

I've never cared much for drama,
wailing and gnashing of teeth.
I like my life to be simple.
I keep myself close to the hearth.


The question is: Why do I hate the smell of wood smoke?

[Jabberwhacky]

Glib-glabrous like some chicanery,
wild, vagabond running amok,
powers that are near plenary,
and actions that one cannot revoke.

Rancid like a lingering memory,
wet-winded as an acerbic joke,
bitter almond-tasted inventory,
no wonder you hate wood smoke.

There's been this query on my mind,
If the guru seeks, will he be fined?

[olson29]

Living feelings feel
ever imminently ending.
I hesitate
You
Save forever
knows I’ll see you again.




How slow can you go?

[Agnes]

How slow can you go?

How high can you throw
the stuff that you know?
How loud can you crow?

How far can you drag
your past in a bag?
How long can you nag?

The question is: Who stole my measuring cup?

[olson29]

Natalie Merchant beautifies "Kind and Generous,"
Somewhere two people stare, at eachother.
Joy of life peak, somewhere. The saddest tears.
It's happened in that now.
Let's move with wisdom, "I'm bound
To thank YOU for it." "luh, luh, luh, luh, luh, luh, luh, luh, luh, luh, luh, luh, luh.
So what.


Favorite way of wind?

[Jabberwhacky]

It proscribes a good dinner,
it lingers on your mind,
favoured when it's thinner
as it breaks from behind.

Like a swathe she would indolently unfurl,
Asking a useful question - who's that gurl?

[Agnes]

who's that gurl?

I guess she's a poet.
Gurlesque--
do you know it?



The question is: Do you know it?

[Jabberwhacky]

Do you know it?


Dons a thong
and uh-huh below it -
burlesque!
Is it wrong
to then borrow it?

Do you know why Turbo-chargers surge?
And what can be done to fight this urge?

The Question is : What can be done to fight this urge?

[Agnes]

What can be done to fight this urge?


Nothing can be done, my friend.
Purge and purge and purge again.
Just let it out. Don't ask why.
'Cause if you don't shit, you die.


The question is: Is there toilet paper in Heaven?

[Jabberwhacky]

Some of us wash - we do not wipe,
some pay in cash - they do not swipe;
ask those that run the 7 / 11
we have not need for that in Heaven.


This is less a question more a quirk,
Are you satisfied with this work?

[Agnes]

Are you satisfied with this work?


Work? Work?
You call this work?
This isn't work.
It's play.
It takes no thought.
It's like breathing.
I do it all day.


The question is: Can you who do like I do?

[Jabberwhacky]

You've said before that you're better,
no question then to do like you do,
all that we are left in word and letter
is to cast a voodoo on whoever you do.

I have something to say to you and I will tell it,
If I cannot cast it on you, how will I ever 'spell' it?

The Question: How will I ever spell it?

[Agnes]

How will I ever spell it?

With an eye and a tee,
you silly old thing.
Just get up on the stage.
Let's hear you sing.

The question is: Do you need a microphone?

[Jabberwhacky]

Maybe not a microphone,
But dawg! I could
do with a phone bone.

Voulez vous?