Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Beckett-Blogging

The Vulture Zombie

dragging his hunger through the sky
of my skull shell of sky and earth

stooping to the prone who must
soon take up their life and walk

mocked by a tissue that may not serve
till hunger earth and sky be offal

18 comments:

Another Kiwi said...

And sky be offal
I'd rather it was a waffle

Smut Clyde said...

A nagging cough'll
put you off your waffle.

Another Kiwi said...

Wattle we do about the waffle
If we do nothing maybe Phil Goff'll

merc said...

...and the dog, Minstrel...

inecti, ancient Latin for - up yours.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

well, that's very insightful.

well done, sirs. a round of bathtub gin?

Smut Clyde said...

We only plagiarise from the best.

...and the dog, Minstrel...
Are you implying that any of the Riddled staff is Sam Hunt??! [NZ rhyming slang]

merc said...

I made Smut explain hisself mawahahwaaaaa.

inworebb, and out yo ear.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

are you refusing zombie bathtub gin?

merc said...

Zombies pose no questions.

scacy. a calm sea.

mikey said...

I drank the cup they offered me
Offal, souls and fiddle-dee-dee
You think I cheated there, I bet
But you have no idea, Yvette
You offer nothing, then you laugh
I accept nothing but your damn Giraffe
You think you know the path this takes
But many of your ideas are fakes
I drink deep and sadly trudge
I did not expect fairness from the judge
And now you think your story's nigh
'tis only for the truth to die...

Smut Clyde said...

are you refusing zombie bathtub gin?

I am suspicious of Zombie intentions.
----------------------------
Krendler made a face: "The soup is not good."
"Actually, it's more of a parsley and thyme infusion," the doctor said, "and more for our sake than yours. Have another few swallows, and let it circulate."

mikey said...

Slowly, Krendler put down his spoon. He touched his lips with the napkin and looked about for a moment, then set it down next to his bowl.

"Circulate" he repeated, and raised his eyes to gaze deeply at Fitch. "And then?" he asked.

Fitch struggled to retain the advantage. "Yes. There is nothing to be lost", he said.

Krendler nodded and stood up. "There is never anything to be lost" he commented, somewhat absently as he reached for the brandy. Once again, his eyes rose to lock on the hapless Fitch. "Might you have a cigar?", he asked....

Substance McGravitas said...

No wonder they murdered that guy in the cathedral.

ckc (not kc) said...

..laden or unladen?

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

And sky be offal
I'd rather it was a waffle


But, but spleen sandwiches are delicioso!

fish said...

..laden or unladen?

Bin laden

merc said...

Come as you are, chilly bin laden in all your well stored glory.

dramirce, whiskey empathy.

Another Kiwi said...

"mocked by a tissue" is, indeed, a low blow, when your liver starts laughing at you