Pebbles -Written by Brer Beothach
Pebbles 1
1 Feeding birds, to the horses, killing crows.
2 And I cut off my face and made pebbles from his teeth. A pebble for each day, 7 pebbles in my four pockets as I rotate each one. 4 pockets, 7 stones, 2 in one pocket, 3 in the other, 1 in my mouth, one in the other, and one empty. The pocket is filled with rocks.
3 Waves lap up the shore, salting the snacks in my mouth. To make light of the shouting in my head, the cave is near the shore, the pebbles roll in the inkling of life.
4 While wine calls meat, and death arrives for tea, lapping the milk, lapping the cave, lapping the shore, lapping my mind. Sucking the stones, swirling in spittle.
5 "Here it began," so said C
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Cliu Beothach
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Pebbles 2
1 As forth such is when what it shall be numb. It is numb.
2 Numb
3 In corporeal form, the spittle spits on the ground. Spat. Spat upon other pebbles, knocking down along the wrong until it reached the waves of lapping laps. This was life, and I picked another pebble, from pocket 3.
4 Man, the dead, the arise from tortoise shells and the crumbs of life had collected as small bits of dust in the back of his eye. The turtle's eye spy black skips and sprout his head to see further. Upon the ship, the cats lap up the sea. The turtle bores, the turtle turts, the turtle moves, the turtle leaves...my vision.
5 The vision of amandine pebbles, cooked in stew and baked in pies. Saliva dripping from the mouth of the tortoise, faster than his pace, faster than his eyes spying the kittens. Pasties puffed in ovens of the town near the cave. Life moves, the tortoise tills the pebbles, life stops and the tortoise changes course.
6 The piping hot tea spills from the moons down to fill the salty sea. The tortoise moves back to his home in the deep. Dipping, diving, he swims to the black ships. I pray in my hovel and swirl more pebbles. The tortoise returns, with speed from tide that the kitten's tongue mothered.
7 Blue birds, black birds, dead birds, red birds, praying to die. He made them rise, from their pies threw to space. Cats like thirsty constellations, lapping the sea.
8 Numb
1 As forth such is when what it shall be numb. It is numb.
2 Numb
3 In corporeal form, the spittle spits on the ground. Spat. Spat upon other pebbles, knocking down along the wrong until it reached the waves of lapping laps. This was life, and I picked another pebble, from pocket 3.
4 Man, the dead, the arise from tortoise shells and the crumbs of life had collected as small bits of dust in the back of his eye. The turtle's eye spy black skips and sprout his head to see further. Upon the ship, the cats lap up the sea. The turtle bores, the turtle turts, the turtle moves, the turtle leaves...my vision.
5 The vision of amandine pebbles, cooked in stew and baked in pies. Saliva dripping from the mouth of the tortoise, faster than his pace, faster than his eyes spying the kittens. Pasties puffed in ovens of the town near the cave. Life moves, the tortoise tills the pebbles, life stops and the tortoise changes course.
6 The piping hot tea spills from the moons down to fill the salty sea. The tortoise moves back to his home in the deep. Dipping, diving, he swims to the black ships. I pray in my hovel and swirl more pebbles. The tortoise returns, with speed from tide that the kitten's tongue mothered.
7 Blue birds, black birds, dead birds, red birds, praying to die. He made them rise, from their pies threw to space. Cats like thirsty constellations, lapping the sea.
8 Numb
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Pebbles 3
1 "And if he makes no sense to you, then I make no sense to me," he bellowed, spittle spattle flying, rattle.
2 The black ships were stinking, slowly sinking into the sea as the cats lowered it slowly into a salty sea they drank up. Birds flew over head, although their burning.
3 Hot buttered pebbles. Hot buttered pebbles, they cut into his cheeks, C there he is. Error in the cave, error in the shore, error in the sea, error in the streams, error in the sky, error in the town. I get up and the tortoise is coming back from town. He stretches his head, baring news of truly new truth.
4 "I am black ship"
5 I have no face
6 "We will get to the town soon enough, but its not time to understand what is left to be told. Now, we must understand these ships, the approach to slowly" the tortoise burped, spewing pebbles to the ground, rolling along other pebbles. I felt this once.
7 The reverberations had sent few cracking, shedding their blood to the sea to feed the kittens.
1 "And if he makes no sense to you, then I make no sense to me," he bellowed, spittle spattle flying, rattle.
2 The black ships were stinking, slowly sinking into the sea as the cats lowered it slowly into a salty sea they drank up. Birds flew over head, although their burning.
3 Hot buttered pebbles. Hot buttered pebbles, they cut into his cheeks, C there he is. Error in the cave, error in the shore, error in the sea, error in the streams, error in the sky, error in the town. I get up and the tortoise is coming back from town. He stretches his head, baring news of truly new truth.
4 "I am black ship"
5 I have no face
6 "We will get to the town soon enough, but its not time to understand what is left to be told. Now, we must understand these ships, the approach to slowly" the tortoise burped, spewing pebbles to the ground, rolling along other pebbles. I felt this once.
7 The reverberations had sent few cracking, shedding their blood to the sea to feed the kittens.
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Pebbles 5
1 "These twisting tides and currents running through. We have painted mountains for money and cut the center from the world. A thousand pick axes, destroyer, nihil. Here lies the beginning of time," Spoke the turtle.
2 Pebbles in his mouth, pebbles in his pockets, pebbles on his feet, pebbles in the shore, pebbles in the cave, pebbles in the shore, pebbles in the water, pebbles in the spittle. Pebbles in the grass, pebbles in the road that leads to town. The pebbles in the buildings the house other pebbles, crackling fires roasting pebbles for soups and grain. Pebbles. Pebbles in the bread, pebbles in the hearth, pebbles sprouting from the ground, pebbles in the pebbles.
3 He the Cee had understood the turtle, he suckles his stones and stokes the flame. Immaculate! The flame dances, the dance becomes a trance and the man looks away to the sea. The cats curl into kittens and the kittens lick their mittens.
4 The tortoise jerked, the tortoise smirked, the tortoise understood all things in temporal forms. He could open the gates, and close them.
5 "The windows closed, and curtains open. Chimney's mouth burped out smoke and the crumbs of night roll off the table to the ground, scattering among the pebbles. This is called night, but you knew that and I know that, but they do not. The kittens guide their ships," spoke the turtle.
6 Toes, tickling, I remembered these all too often. Barefooted, lying in one's ditch who owned the sheep in the town near the edge of the shore. Wishing I was not there, sleeping, dreaming, sucking. The 7th pebble from the seventh stone. Sucked down to a morsel, sucked down till swallowed, completely incomplete.
7 "The duck's face bites back at the crow. The dog's dead, the horse has killed him. An old hag, and old wretch, her garden is nice, this is life."
8 I've slept in that garden, but it belonged to a man, I'm sure. The tortoise doesn't know much, he cannot tell the difference. I cannot tell the difference, but I knew. She would serve me pasties with tea and twice a day, nuts alongside with honey glazed scones. Here is much better, the cave. One foot in, one foot out, both always on pebbles.
9 I've slept in that garden, but it belonged to a man, I'm sure. The tortoise doesn't know much, he cannot tell the difference. I cannot tell the difference, but I knew. She would serve me pasties with tea and twice a day, nuts alongside with honey glazed scones. Here is much better, the cave. One foot in, one foot out, both always on pebbles.
10 "I know all temporal!"
11 The moon hung over head, the moon light pebbles, they taste better.
12 In the garden she would sketch. Empty sketches, none so vast that one could stare all day. I did, white, no gray, no. Yes, gray with a hint of blue.
13 "The man would pick berries, exploding in his hand, in his basket, in his mouth."
14 Such as this, time began. Unpierced by human thought.
1 "These twisting tides and currents running through. We have painted mountains for money and cut the center from the world. A thousand pick axes, destroyer, nihil. Here lies the beginning of time," Spoke the turtle.
2 Pebbles in his mouth, pebbles in his pockets, pebbles on his feet, pebbles in the shore, pebbles in the cave, pebbles in the shore, pebbles in the water, pebbles in the spittle. Pebbles in the grass, pebbles in the road that leads to town. The pebbles in the buildings the house other pebbles, crackling fires roasting pebbles for soups and grain. Pebbles. Pebbles in the bread, pebbles in the hearth, pebbles sprouting from the ground, pebbles in the pebbles.
3 He the Cee had understood the turtle, he suckles his stones and stokes the flame. Immaculate! The flame dances, the dance becomes a trance and the man looks away to the sea. The cats curl into kittens and the kittens lick their mittens.
4 The tortoise jerked, the tortoise smirked, the tortoise understood all things in temporal forms. He could open the gates, and close them.
5 "The windows closed, and curtains open. Chimney's mouth burped out smoke and the crumbs of night roll off the table to the ground, scattering among the pebbles. This is called night, but you knew that and I know that, but they do not. The kittens guide their ships," spoke the turtle.
6 Toes, tickling, I remembered these all too often. Barefooted, lying in one's ditch who owned the sheep in the town near the edge of the shore. Wishing I was not there, sleeping, dreaming, sucking. The 7th pebble from the seventh stone. Sucked down to a morsel, sucked down till swallowed, completely incomplete.
7 "The duck's face bites back at the crow. The dog's dead, the horse has killed him. An old hag, and old wretch, her garden is nice, this is life."
8 I've slept in that garden, but it belonged to a man, I'm sure. The tortoise doesn't know much, he cannot tell the difference. I cannot tell the difference, but I knew. She would serve me pasties with tea and twice a day, nuts alongside with honey glazed scones. Here is much better, the cave. One foot in, one foot out, both always on pebbles.
9 I've slept in that garden, but it belonged to a man, I'm sure. The tortoise doesn't know much, he cannot tell the difference. I cannot tell the difference, but I knew. She would serve me pasties with tea and twice a day, nuts alongside with honey glazed scones. Here is much better, the cave. One foot in, one foot out, both always on pebbles.
10 "I know all temporal!"
11 The moon hung over head, the moon light pebbles, they taste better.
12 In the garden she would sketch. Empty sketches, none so vast that one could stare all day. I did, white, no gray, no. Yes, gray with a hint of blue.
13 "The man would pick berries, exploding in his hand, in his basket, in his mouth."
14 Such as this, time began. Unpierced by human thought.
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Pebbles 6
1 The church outside the church wall, faces wait by the neck to the legs, to the feet, to the road, to the pebbles, to the shore, to the sea, to the ships. Their thoughts floated past my cave, all one in the same but different. Birthed from different mothers but touching the same circle. I the center, sit, watching all. Their hearts thinking, double portions, latched with politeness.
2 There are liars who I know, there are liars. Cabbages of kings who had their cake and ate it too. Kingdom, this is not his cabbage patch.
3 Big face has eaten all, from the pockets of my pebbles, pebbles in my pocket. The cave has gotten small. Such beauty beyond what I've dreamt.
4 Gilded ghosts feeding birds along the paths. My feet touched the road, the pebbles jingled in my pockets. Brewing tea from grass, man made cogs with markings. King of dust, I swept up.
1 The church outside the church wall, faces wait by the neck to the legs, to the feet, to the road, to the pebbles, to the shore, to the sea, to the ships. Their thoughts floated past my cave, all one in the same but different. Birthed from different mothers but touching the same circle. I the center, sit, watching all. Their hearts thinking, double portions, latched with politeness.
2 There are liars who I know, there are liars. Cabbages of kings who had their cake and ate it too. Kingdom, this is not his cabbage patch.
3 Big face has eaten all, from the pockets of my pebbles, pebbles in my pocket. The cave has gotten small. Such beauty beyond what I've dreamt.
4 Gilded ghosts feeding birds along the paths. My feet touched the road, the pebbles jingled in my pockets. Brewing tea from grass, man made cogs with markings. King of dust, I swept up.
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Pebbles 7
1 The dancing dust, scuttling across the road. Pan and broom. Oh, the pebbles at stones. Flowering world lashing 'round me.
2 "Have no fear".
3 The beautiful dancing dust. My eyes, heavy with sleep. I would change in the glade of the light. Beautiful dancing dust.
4 The glutton devoured the bread, morsels dripping from his chin down to the road. I took my leave for the day to turn into night. Peace as a candle.
1 The dancing dust, scuttling across the road. Pan and broom. Oh, the pebbles at stones. Flowering world lashing 'round me.
2 "Have no fear".
3 The beautiful dancing dust. My eyes, heavy with sleep. I would change in the glade of the light. Beautiful dancing dust.
4 The glutton devoured the bread, morsels dripping from his chin down to the road. I took my leave for the day to turn into night. Peace as a candle.