Thrice-shelled trickster with a threadbare gown

08/2024

1) Stone soup

Did you know that with potatoe goes the stone,
And with the garlic goes the bone,
And with the onion goes the lemon,
And the seeds mixed altogether?
But what can be nice is some quack with the pox,
Oh now that would be quite flight,
Oh if only there was spoon!


Did you...Excuse me?!
See the...HEY!


Did you hear the story of our good old Jane,
I heard she never changed
Although she may foot it,
She never could cook it,
And would always find someone to blame
Well that's enough tales for tonight,
Let's drink!

2)Pneuma

‍Ink spell fortuitous existence
Whiskers whisper white as wool
The three stomachs of freshly grazed grass
Fiddlesticks of grand dukes and dogs


Wither wool will you?
Slam the clattered glass into the bowl
Auburn mist inhaled through the river
Wash the mud off freshly worn hands


Wallow willow, weep, wonder ward
Wait for the petals to curdle
Boiling water with a dash of soap dusted on top
Cala lillies of the mind rest on the owner's tongue


Melted clay dripping down the gullet
Never shred the paper clips
The cheese wheel never stops spinning
Whether the weather is wilted we will wonder


Oyster sauce on the ribbons
Whilst whistling would wonder, wondering will wake
Tuck the trouser legs into the socks
Flickers one would hope but flashes they be


Beware the two-faced urchin that lurks in the dark
The sandgrains move with delicacy in their toenails
Summon spiders, senslessly splendour
When the clock strikes four, twist the door knob five times


Soon snow settles and sounds stir
Burn the cabbage and waft it around the cellar
Total realisation of the truth be told tonight
Clever may be the wind which settles on misfortune


The mouse melts the cheese on a kebab stick
Cover in syrup and watch the growth
Show shoes to she who may not be sure
Heed thou who shall not check the door thrice


The moon has caught the rabbit's eye
Seek the slow sweltering swamp
If you cross your legs and arms and fingers and toes and hair strands
Soggy cardboard sprinkled with dust


As paint strips fall, feel the faint wash of wonder
Shut out shivers and shrieks of the shade
Maggots squirm, cat whiskers curl
Gunk in the mouth of the tooth and the tongue


Eyelashes we shall bat at the signal of mourn
Sugar in thunderstorms is surely to be a delight
Pink ponies galloping through the sky
Shulk as she shrinks

3)Unlocked

Észak, dél, kellet, nyugat

(North, south, east, west)