THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[PancakeBrah]

Clowns and urchins. It all gets very passe.
The personas? Made of clay and paper mache.
Lets all pitch an intertent and roast slowly.
Grow slowly. Progressively lurch so intermittent.
Check out my dismissive. It's of a higher level,
so something to be proud of.
Life used to be porch lit. Stand alone prose kits.
Watch the ethernets kill orchids.

[Eŋg]

i'm eating pestle/mortar pills
and feeling extra-sort-of-still,
i mean an extro-vaunted chill,
i made that up but i'm made of stuff
that nature loves so the crisis' a-verted.
quiet & nervous with eyes on the nerdish
wife i would service. to be?
unsure, i'm quizzing my conscience,
malleable, the vision just can't set.
i think she must be smart, yes.
sitting, supple, cross-legged
in an awkward way,
sifting through Aurora Leigh, frowning.
i ought to say something. about Browning?
like, dapple-dawn-drawn to her pouting.
but that was Hopkins? yea. nvm, that was not him.

[Wise Wiggles]

It's just a bunch'a Gotham- bat signal iris
Scat nympho digest. Inside, yes the guts is rotten
Tucked & forgotten, joker card in the hat
Two faced faggots smoke cigars in the vat
That's looking novice. Black sooty harvest
HELL HERE. MOTHERFUCKER ITS CAT WOMAN, HOT BITCH
I Michelle Pfifed that cunt 20 stories down
& Jennifer Lawry's like hunger boars me wow
Thunder cording. Mother boarding towns
Beam of light, lift off, it's uh clean ya eyes dick sauce

[CopyPat]

peel ya right nip off with legal size jigsaws
me and wise spit raw from deep inside, its dark
creep and find dead bod's stashed in the basement
its evil i said, gosh, that isn't stated???
laugh in amazement at the piddly rap fuckers
rap entertainment is just wiggedy wack, sucka
im sippin a glass but the feeling is lackluster
gin didn't last, musta given a crap....musta

[PancakeBrah]

you don’t have aspergers. you have the requisite pill’s side effects.
because you’re a narcissist. you read the medical articles of readers digest.
oh, that’s me! plus, you’re very bored. fuck being earnest. and simple things.
it’s much better, now, to be fucked up and interesting.
look what you overcame. botched botox. kicked the nose meringue.
born again, it’s just jesus now. and cameras. just huff the novocaine.

[CopyPat]

I’m badder than pancake, I'm batter, you pancake. The slammer for grand base, the batter who can’t wait. I’m slammin your fan base, you salmons get pan baked. Enamored in bad ways with gallons of can’s kegs and scantily clad babes who dance in the ad space. I’m hammered and smashed wasted, balance is wack..face it. Matter of fact taking hours to stand bracing now with my hand facing towels case I can’t make it to the can in the damn basement. Damn I’m the man, basic math understand faggots? Dan is the last savoir, the man with the knack, playa. The canibus crack hater who can lift a stack major. A pound is a dap, but dan isn't that, a pound is infact weight bruh, ask him his stats way up. The wackest since rapflava and vulgar was a biter there. You vag's get smashed straight up, Vulva's i'm your night-a-mare

[Wise Wiggles]

Dyke affair. Cigarette breath, slave to the price of air
Light a flare then sit on it routinely
Fist college dudes, screaming. Have this twist olive nude-tini
Your bitch want the zucchini. Piss on her huge weenie
Clit's haunted. Boo! See me? Dishonorable boob squeezing
Give Prada to Luigi. Mario's jelly
I actually stole it. And he's like "sorry bro, telling"
Fucking faggot ass snitch

[dead man]

battle-ax the tabernacle, 40 acres and a camel
jack-o-lantern stab a motherfucker in his adam's apple
matter of factly romantic making a scene
got your sister feeling saltier than asian cuisine

[Exis]

The scent of jizz on your lips doesn't entice me to kiss you
ain't give a shit your a trick it's the other dick that's an issue
if I slid in I'd split you,
completely slicin' thru tissue
like Kleenex meets scissors,
or heated knives amidst butter movin' quicker than missiles.

[Wise Wiggles]

Originally Posted by dead man

battle-ax the tabernacle, 40 acres and a camel
jack-o-lantern stab a motherfucker in his adam's apple
matter of factly romantic making a scene
got your sister feeling saltier than asian cuisine

And I've been aging in dreams. Playing favorites. A waiting disease.
Thoughts of raising my niece. Nothing as distasteful as grief
Fuck it. It's all forest fires. Flames to the trees
She never wants to stay, always raking the leaves
Magic's gone. Taken, Prestige.
What talent? Can't waste what was free
See footprints in wind when I pace in the breeze

[Vulgar]

Dream worlds decay at a rate past the trailing roots
determinism provide/supplies
look at the white globular creation mist in all its space
Aryan implicates - and then the black void mirage which
contains/houses it, there you have presented a
Virginian cottonball self extracted from a plant by its own stem
"Circle the right answer choice bubble, Gegard."
"Well, Monsieur Archimedes, it isn't as simple as a
rotationally guided lead pencil strike on a Scantron land target
Don't call me by my first pen-name either, it begets
the purpose of living so far off the grid I'm doing
Aleksander Karelin's Olympic laundry

I've not the eyes of a dynamo nor the voice of an initiate
Human limits bring me to knees but I'll have organization
sooner than later than the planet can spin justifiable myth-work
you know, DARPA manufactured these kneecaps personally
and they are mighty instruments
for the disposal of your modern markets

Melatonin chose US, not the other way around
Sagan's skin tone was significant because his acne
never threatened the stature
of a Big Red Spot; military industrial complexes
don't compromise the big-bad wolfgangs
in their decadent Austrian hovels puffing algorithmic cigars
listening to Von Something's concerto
in which he mans the constant amoebic drift
as a Red Baron...
macroscopic number games on the menu tonight, boys!

It's going to be like the Bay of Pigs, and Hog's Head,
as most financial overseers (financiers) would
cower at the risks involved in funding
an Atelier for Better World Opportunities -
while a better world would exclude those institutions
so you see the beanstalk continents
stretching for countless hemispheres
also have lengthy terms.

"Liquidation of assets" [Putrefaction of an endocrinal sac]
Speed-train transport takes cosmic egg to unsanitary children coop
not chronological and nothing crosses the road
not even your friendly neighborhood tumbleweed modification

"I don't give a squattin' anteater who your darn allies are,
ya mischief minin' Blanka tooth fairy Paracelsus rip-off!
Ya marmaduke raisin' mandrake root eatin' liver contaminant.
Eat a Dresden dick with bitter garnish."

Prepare the anesthetics, Doctor Knife.
The patient is tucked away neatly, surgery style,
viewing faculties: bifocals and glass pipe - under connived.
How ironic yet displeasing.

What kind of a name is Hans?!

R U ON DRUGS?

My neurons smudged.
Abiogenesis tilled grammatical dust on a Ouija board belt.
Can't tell you how many droughts are caused by dry creativity spells.

You - take - your - Videodrome - film - score - and - shovette - where - the - sun - don't - chai.

Akhenaton's green tea smoldering away on the stove
the solitude of an airport lounge
the lonely relic of a decommissioned haystack in Ghana
A cold mired morning in Baluchistan
A riddle that'd make a cryptogram cringe
A Venn Diagram on what good writing shouldn't be

[PancakeBrah]

haha yo im that swagged out power trip tho
been on this shit over an hour or so.
seein fuckin power aliens and shit b.
glow in the dark, tho. im crazy with fists g.
dope rhymes. these labels a pick me.
like fresh as fuck boo. the bestest drunk dude
to type deez raps. all this funk dude.

[big baby]

you suck at pretending to suck and be lame @PancakeBrah

a bottle feelings. Then drink it all cause I'm
an apostle feeling you. But you won't tell cause you're soft
you'll let the molestation occur. melted blades i unearth
it's leatherface, drinking a silky texture of several lames. Enough to make the ground convulse
It's a milkshake, I could teach you but I have to charge you with ten thousand volts

[Fig]

space cadet
place ya bets

[PancakeBrah]

cattle prod
catalogue

[PancakeBrah]

I remember those frozen lakes.
The wintry mixes that made our breath a smoker’s exhale.
The numbing epiphanies. Our nascent stumbling across broken eggshells.
The wait for the sun, how we’d ache for the Summer, so vividly.
While we missed the point, and I thumbed at your periphery.

[Split]

there's a lot to be said
for that type of silence.
holding a wake for the wind
palms to the sea, flotsam inswept
the asylum that begs for a shuddering twist

[PancakeBrah]

Chug that gasoline. Let me light that match for you.
Breathe. My face right in front of you, looking back at you.
Do you feel your throat now? The greases line your lining.
Look forward, towards the time when you look forward to rewinding.

I’ll stare ‘til it’s true.
This is very approach. You wear bareness, so cute.
My baroness, your chute. We should elope.
The midnight barron of roofs.
Imagine, the regretful baring of fruit.

[dead man]

baser's delight. beige in the light. make me alright
relapsing is so much easier than saving a life

[Vulgar]

ellipsis of the atrium geish
I'm eating biscuits with Arabian knights