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Premium Member the game is afoot

Did I push hard enough for purple? Asked Morse.
It is the color I wanted on my house of course
a fantasy of mine shown in kitchen fan and horse
One color is great, agreed his yes man, Borse.

What kind of game is this, if you please?
This question came from the sandwich of cheese.
I think purple is wonderful, the butler said.
Looking fine in glossy and flat, it makes a fine bed.

Keep sucking up, the lettuce promptly said.
I will lug you around and bump your head.
You all sound mean to me, the monkey croaked.
the key to getting along is playing, frog joked.

My Plan To Kill God

Mt style is styless
words made from smudges and dots
like cots of baby robots
fraught with thought
a despot naught
stop
the game is afoot
is forever endless ?
or will this pain not stop

Premium Member Elementary Exploits

Cleaning ash at Two Twenty One B
Sweated my friend Sherlock Holmes and me.
Him: “The game is afoot”
His face covered in soot
We dashed off after Moriarty!

Just a crime scene, just another night
Though Scotland Yarders laughed at our sight
Done being a joke’s butt
Holmes loudly asked what’s what?
“A black face, but you love powder white!”

January 30, 2019


Whitish

lying mid-dazed, on the great floor
beside the double double-hung window
i lounge, and snooze - sun-warmed lizard
and realize i hear the sounds of crickets;
a stridulation of exo-legs bowed
growing out of the lush grazing of daydream

knowing that, it being mid-winter i cannot 
actually hear any of family Gryllidae
as they are all gone to egg and
awaiting the warmth of spring solstice
ahhhh...the game is afoot, or, a leg up

tinnitus is such an interesting sensation
like catching a faint whiff of smoke or nutmeg
or seeing that certain Irish green 
that is so hard to describe exactly, 
what it is, and why it touches you

eyes closed i see his hind legs, 
like a warming steam-engine, slowly spinning
wheels before it gets full traction,
his compound eyes shining down his track

dozing, i hear the whoooosh of the steam
as the engineer pulls levers and water drips
from cups to brass plates below...is it real brass?
this liquid/gas world in my head, or
just another encumbered dream from
under activated otologic nerves
expressing their voices, their cochlear art

© Goode Guy 2012-11-26

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tinnitus

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