The Spoonbill Generator

Corporeal Longings: The Carrot Stick Of Appearances

The sun sinks slowly into the sea, or so it seems. [KT]

Distant dreams, distant dreams [TG]

The poet rants on: endless variations, rancid themes, [The Agent Apsley]

Stagnant streams. [KT]

The tide ebbs quickly in the dusk, but soon will flow [P]

Wash 'n go, wash 'n go [fester]

The night-time pace is faster, and the daylight slow [KT]

With Theban flow. [The Agent Apsley]

The city pulses with the life of ants, dimly drawn [TG]

Curtains torn, curtains torn, [KT]

As if by a cactus cold and calmly wrenched from lawn [The Agent Apsley]

Untimely born [TG]

The glue sticks like to like and yet it does not adhere [The Agent Apsley]

To the rules, to the rules, [KT]

It forces us an undecided middle course to steer [Grayman]

Between the schools [P]

The rodent links its artiface to mine, unlike yours [The Agent Apsley]

Gridlocked teeth, gridlocked teeth, [KT]

The waves crash on relentlessly, burnishing the shores [TG]

And sands beneath. [KT]

Contributors: KT, TG, The Agent Apsley, P, fester, Grayman.
Poem finished: 3rd March 2000.