The Epic Works of the Deep Underground

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Rolling jackpot heavens
living a fruit machine existence
on lucky sevens.
Chocolate fingers linger
on farcical cards that are dealt
in the end they just melt.

Casinos
ballrooms
big picture scenes
blood money owned limousines .
Fit into the lamp
revamp
the genie
immerse yourself
over the worlds obscenity.

Spin the world backwards
plant redwood
in californian backyards.
Walk across the atlantic
behave somewhat a little frantic
in insane poses
mimic the biblical moses.

Two beams of gleaming , scorching
emerald vision
cutting through the haziness
making two beams of choice
incision
the stake
which one would you take .

Spend your life unconsciously
in a silk disguised bed
dreaming of flotation
on a magic carpet thats red.
Deepen your ocular recesses
move around furtively
wearing sunglasses.

Stop light cities
big leather handbag kitties.
Lewd atmosphere
on the western hemisphere .
Budding starlets
scarlet tarnished
harlots.
Gamble on the index
gesticulate its reflex
then bow
have another go
on the Nikkei Dow.

Risk all of your sentimentalities
your precious stones
what for I say
in response you hear
for a go on the Dow Jones.

Do we live within a land
that doesn't
have we seen
our dreams
through eyes that couldn't
have we thrown our beans
to a garden so rich
that they could grow
but wouldn't
could you hit your target
with one bow ,
no arrow
across the continent
do you see success on show
at its height so it glows
a life you might never know
but always covet
the risks of life
a sharpened knife
the odds are rife
in every cupboard .

Bad luck
in the betting book
you know not to push it
but someone else
maybe yourself
will shove it .

The winning cat
will lick his cream
elegant, imperial
silk fur , material
in the painted , pictorial
free from politician bull
harpsichord hills are full
sanity wonderful
you know you can't annul
the dream of life
so powerful .

Thrones and gowns
are we the clowns
who scrounge around
regalities uptown
as they frown
their laughing at your down
they hold all the pennies
in all of the pounds
that you make
the hand of vat
like the cream and cat
its sure to take
the classes in top hats
that eat your cake
then laugh on beaches
as they bake
old war veterans
freeze and shake
factory fingers get stripped
as the scales are tipped
we always get ripped
theres an obvious mistake
for christs sake
we know this lifes a political
cash for questions
expenses scam
double mortgage fake.

MinD FuCk!....  


Oooow was that as good fa u as it was fa me..          
thanks fa cuuuuuuming…        
       
----------------------10 minutes earlier---------------------        
       
hello        
welcome..          
no.. plz keep ur clothes on        
have a seat…        
where we bout to go        
there will be no need fa standing nor lying down        
this seat is built fa comfort        
so plz relax        
allow ur nerves to loosen            
       
ima place my hand on ur wrist        
no worries jus my way to pace ur pulse        
as I speak        
plz close ur eyes          
and pay close attention to my voice          
       
allow ur limbs to become weak        
as if u r in a warm bath          
towel wrapped round ur wet hair        
two thinly cut cucumbers over each eye        
and thick creamy facial mask        
       
les move our time        
backward        
slow        
completely release urself        
as I count down        
three        
two          
one        
       
yessss….        
we are where we need to be        
     -letting go ur wrist        
     -pulls out virtual dick        
     -places head inside ur visual cortex        
       
u ready to take this ride?... here we go..        
       
now…        
       
imagine me finga fuckin u          
sooo ri        
pussy soo tight        
getting wetta by the second        
letting me know we finta be alright        
clit stiff as an erection        
we aint even sweatin          
my dick hard as a rock          
fuckin ur palm        
and at this point ready to wreck shit        
       
we jus gettin started        
       
i notice the moons reflection        
on ur glossy red lip stick        
yea this droptop parked on a hill ova lookin a lit city        
like we in one of them ole schoo movie flicks        
lets deepin da script        
lay yo fine ass on the hood        
lemme suck on those pretty pussy lips        
mmmmm…        
dip dip        
no need to say shit        
hope u doin good        
cause Im lovin eer minute of this here        
since we on a mind fuck          
lets skip dis place          
head to da moon..        
yea bitch I said outter space..        
wa?..        
u  aint neva fucked on da moon before..        
had a nicca knockin down ur door at zero gravity        
maken u beg fa more        
when he cum inside        
feels like a rushing watta fall      
ur cat contracts and clinch      
feelins sooo intense      
u stretch ur arms out to reach      
and grab hold of somtin to level out this crazy spin we're in      
with only each otha within ur arms reach      
les mind fuck our way to another scene...      
   
 *follow me      
   
  -takes hold wrist      
  -paceful pulse      
  -heart rate up      
  -panties wet      
  -nipples perky hard and stiff      
   
now im on da hunt..      
   
 *run rabbit run..      
   
we in old miss Johnsons cabbage patch      
i the sneaky serpent      
u da furry bunny rabbit      
time to kick ur habbit hun      
this session close to over      
we aint halfway done      
u set this appointment      
sayin ur man don make u cum      
i don think u fear him enough      
   
   *run rabbit run      
   
here i kiddy-cum-cum      
les use ur will to live as ransom      
i a snake though debonair and hansom      
the precious scent of wet rabbit in the air      
i find      
i strike      
no worries ur in coils of care      
in this set      
ur rabbit    
be da clit of ur yum yum      
the snake      
my tongue    
workin its mind fuck magic      
while down my chin drips    
nectar sweet cuuuuuuuummmm…      
       
awwww…. Look at the time hun…          
       
so sorry to say that this session is done…          
       
lets bring u back        
       
three… two… one…        
       
   *snaps fingers        
       
Oooow was that as good fa u as it was fa me..          
thanks fa cuuuuuuming…        
       
       
8^/ RedHot Pepperssss….

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       < a visit to the park >

  From the Payne Whitney Psychiatric Clinic
  beside the East River on the Upper East Side of Manhattan,
  it's seven and a half blocks east to Central Park.
   
  Which, today, is where I'm headed.
 
  I put on my yellow coat, walk south a block, and turn onto 67th Street
  so i can stop by the 67th Street Branch of the New York Public Library.
  I'll turn in my books, go to the park, then get some more on the way back.
 
  Where 67th hits 5th Ave there's a memorial to the 107th New York Infantry
  Regiment.
  During the Great War (World War I) they fought in France.
  Of the 3,700 men originally in the regiment, 580 were killed and 1,487
  were wounded.
  Four of them were awarded the Medal of Honor.
  From there I turn up 5th Ave and head into the park.
  It's seven short blocks north.
   
  Just a block below the Alice in Wonderland sculpture
  and beside the Conservatory pond where they sail model boats;
  there's this statue of Hans Christian Andersen reading to a duck.
 
  This is my place:
 
        sitting beside Hans Christian Andersen
        I look out on the pond
        out on the water and all the model boats
        that seem a mile off sometimes
        when it's early and there's a mist over the water
   
        I look out on the pond
        as the sun glints off the water
        as the boats glide through the water
 
  Christian Andersen and his duck.
  I wonder how many of the men of the 107th,
  in their trenches over there in France;
  how many of them, while they waited, remembered his stories,
  remembered their mothers as they read to them:
 
  "The Little Mermaid"
  "The Emperor's New Clothes"
  "The Princess and the Pea"
  "The Ugly Duckling"
 
  Standing in a trench during the Great War
  Standing there
  Remembering your mother reading you "The Emperor's New Clothes"
 
  No, that's just me being sentimental and ironic and symbolic.
 
  They were probably thinking about French whores.
 
  No, that's just me thinking about French whores.
 
  Though, since they're all dead, who's to say different?
 
        such a beautiful day
        such a beautiful park
        as the sun glints off the water
        as the boats glide through the water...
 
  But I'm thinking about the men of the 107th,
  their dead bodies strewn across the fields of France.
  (And French whores.)
 
  But, just in time, Hans and his duck save me:
  They snatch me from the dead of the 107th,
  they return me to my rightful place:
 
  On a bench near Hans and his duck.
   
  I'm watching this woman in a red coat feed popcorn to the pigeons.
  I have my bench, Hans has his duck, she has her pigeons.
 
  She's this Monet painting:
   
       "A woman in a red coat feeding popcorn to pigeons in Central Park."
 
  New York City
  Central Park
  pigeons
 
  here
  at least
  the world makes sense
 
  then the woman in the red coat gets up,
  walks over,
  hands me the half full bag of popcorn,
  and walks off.
 
  So here I am in my own Monet:
 
       "A man in a yellow coat feeding popcorn to pigeons in Central Park."
 
  After a while I get up,
  walk over to this woman in a green coat writing in her journal
  (she's been watching me).
 
  I hand her the popcorn,
  she tears a page out of her journal,
  folds it,
  and hands it to me.
 
  As I walk south I look back at the painting:
 
       "A woman in a green coat feeding popcorn to pigeons in Central Park."
   
  I continue to walk south,
  I think of the men of the 107th New York Infantry Regiment,
  I think of the books I'm planning to get at the 67th Street Branch of the
  New York Public Library,
  I think of the Payne Whitney Psychiatric Clinic sitting beside the East
  River,
  And I think of popcorn and pigeons and kids and tiny sailing boats and Hans
  and his duck... and French whores.
 
  As I continue to walk south
  I unfold the page the woman in the green coat gave me and I read it.
  It's this poem
  word for word
  (except for the French whores)
 
  I fold the page
  I trip over a curb
  and then I see him:
 
  A man in a blue coat.
 
  I hand him this poem
  (still lacking French whores)
  and as I continue to walk south I look back at him,
  it won't be long now:
 
       "A man in a blue coat feeding popcorn to pigeons in Central Park."
 
  red, yellow, green, blue
 
  here
  at least
  the world makes sense
 
            - - -

Wow. Thanks to all who entered. Each told their own story quite spectacularly and as usual DU exceeded my expectations. That's what I get for expecting things, I guess.

Congratulations to Kameron for winning, especially considering the others she went up against. The way she built her story, I felt like I could really see the situations from both outside and inside.

dr strawbridge's piece built such an aura about it that I felt compelled to finish it. It delved into pretty deep stuff, and did so with such complex thoughts that I was left chewing on them all night.

Eamon used his dispassionate, here-are-the-facts voice to lead the reader leisurely through a story full of humanity. The feeling of people just trying to make it how they can, when they can, is strong and clear--something I love to see.

Thanks again for all the entries!

Kameron, wow! congratulations!! Eamon (lepperochan) and dr_strawbridge. you guys are awesome! *claps*

Fair play , Kameron well deserved win.

Good stuff dr_strawbridge.

Thanks Mike.
First effort at a short story,Turned out to be a lot of fun to write. Cheers for the opportunity.

Thanks Grace

In fairness i got a lot of advice and pointers from Deathproof and Jesta, so i humbly thank them both also.