http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mechanical%20Bull The original writings of author Tim Lion en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776176851 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 oh sorry, my soul caught its breath and exploded I became a hiccupof a dreamof a springtime cabbage rose the 3rd eye of my 2nd nosescented the love pie coolingon a Freudian childhood windowsill that ambrosian- come- hither scentof fish sticks & macaroni and cheese bloomi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/1123936/ today,in between sexy lies,your smilewas like sack full of dead kittens on a golden altarto the Lord of Dancing Dirtwho was worshipedby ancient bearded savageswho beat their kidsto make it rain.and they really needed some rain.and you really make me sadsometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/1061999/ I want to put my entire fist in your mouth.not in a dirty or violent way.more in an artistic way:like depressed daffodils,manic shooting starsandmy entire fist in your mouth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/1061998/ Sell your pain for pillsLearn: salvation killsTruth is just a wordAn ache that reoccurs I’m a liarAnd I love to start small firesIn the crotch of blind desireWhere the weather’s always hotAnd, the police steal your potI don’t need another friendTo point out my filthy sinBelieve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/1035935/ At every breath, I defy youto love me. To pretend I’m human.After a day of burning your yearsunder the fire of an angry god.Stumble into my lie. Breathe my smoke and drink my blood. Performfor me. Make me believe that youcan’t see the scars. After all, you carved them into me. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/950701/ An argument fleshed out with sonnets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/947595/ insideinside of my electric fear fogparking lot birds mimic sirensmy soulmy soul shivers smoke signal warningswhere hatred fouls the green seayour faceyour face is a broken glass wind gustthat cuts up my brain like a bunt cakeeat welleat well on my quivering gutslike the wolf w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/947229/ come sparkle with meon a dewy emerald bed.stroke the sweet music.ingest my dream whole. eyelash deep in your honey mucked aura.allow your thighs to adjust.purr me a flood of fevered tumble.cantaloupe valleyin the umbra of yen. if you’ve got to spin that swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/944896/ there is no cure for me,says Darkness to Ache,as the freight train rolls bylike a whisper. the fever runs high,and the shiver runs deep,and I fall, but with nothingto fall on. I begged the white masklike it held a strange god,please exorcise the stenchbefore she d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/944806/ neon hieroglyphics make loveon my cave walls,my Nosferatu fingersslither wormholes to Heaven. scratch and sniff the fanciful fruitsin my rebooted Garden of Deflowered Eden.the coaxial serpent, in doggy style form,roars electrical storms in the flesh void. I wander the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/944755/ blue corpse said to a madman,dog, we’ve got so much in common.you’ll never consume my flesh unless you learn how to love me. then laughter filled the morgue,or was it the Legion of Justice?it’s time to taste the smellof visions I’ve had with my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/944476/ a dancethrough the firing lineof mad gunmenfor groceries. I am the little brotheryou've never met. screamingof sickly infantshas wormed into my deepest veins. I am the older sisteryou've never seeen. it’s easyto miss the beautyif you&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/943834/ Dear Holy-Rolly-Poley, my soul is not the lively ball of sugary lightyou explained in your fancy dissertation;it’s truly just a septic tank to keep the rotten s**tthat you call Wisdom from contaminating the rest of my internal necropolis. my heart is not the magical p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/943777/ the big b*****d wall is dissolving:Pornocopia has bled into the Mickey Mouse Pavilion,and our infant eyes have blown open like bloody roses,Good and Evil are playing patty cake with cross-eyed missilesas Plenty drowns Poor in his own magical wishing well,and God is filming it all for YouTu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/943733/ her wicked smile is a concept,undeveloped and raw. pulsating veins dance graphed realities;living numbers and paper dolls,carpal tunneled fingers drum plastic keys,reaching so hard for herthat they shatterinto the mad shrapnelof tabloid explosions. painted blades .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/942484/ Time, I guessed,is man’s most profounddevice for self torture.you disagreed, as thealarm clock shatteredour morning whispers,dogs began howlinglike caged banshees,the TV came on,and the man said,hot! hot! hot today!vicious light pouredthrough the windowsand blinded ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/941532/ I only wanted to show you the ocean at sunset,but, now, as sky color melds into your stark loveliness,your heart-shaped lips part to drink in the majestic light,your seraphic head tilts back to see more, and I lose my threadbare soul in the intricacies of your glorious face,I want to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/941499/ I’m a moon-drunk mutt at midnight,howling down a world I don’t understand;growling at every tiny noise that wakes the stillwater shadows.Love appears from the darkness,no need for words,just the sweet familiarity of her eyestells me that I am Home,I belong here and that I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/941439/ cool wind baptism.thin bones expanduntil tired flesh is worn like a clingypink evening gown. the heart-song swimslike midnight fog,in, through every hungrypore. a starlit breath of deep woods Zen.then,a deeper,brighter inhale,as love-stricken cicadas .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/941080/ pretty kitty saboteurskulled my Don Quixote heartlike arsenic stewwith a metal baseball bat thudon the backside; she Vangoed my puffy cartoon cloudsinto back-thorn devil flames, samed my pseudo originals,framed my watercolor tears,speared my squirmy heartlike a glow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/941061/ I can only ponder how many other peoplein this tangled ball of wires, pictures, words,meat and bonesfeel this deeper pain. at night, the frigid purples and bluesof the bruised sky seep into the skinof my hobo heart  like the sharp constant aches of a busted worldwedged .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/941044/ even when the soul bleeds rot,and the mind becomes a blackhole, a breath of night jasmineburies stinking dead momentsin the fragrant living layersof my internal timepiece,like a sip of homemade winedilutes an ocean of manufactured tears,or a single eye twinklelights the ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/939134/ she slid into the mysterious lightthat taunts from just beyond the skyline, the only fertile plainof my dried and cracked Pangaea now drifts the blind unknown, out of reach,out of hope,out of love, I fell back into my nuclear winter;the miserable bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/939110/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/939100/ half-smile, cigarette,lip twitch, collision! behold the crash dummycarnage of the attack of a misfired question: lexical incisors puncturemoral meat without a warning snarl;in the downtown sectionof the newly exposed nightmare mouth,zombie thought hordes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/938993/ To Hell with the Dogs of War Wildfire days,Beneath the blooded screams of a bludgeoned era,A mob of egotistical bears and intellectual lambsClumsily fumble with the layered intricacies Of puzzle-box philosophies and shotgun barbarisms,Seeking new ways to conquer without openly kil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/938205/ there is a mighty song sleeping beneath her pianissimo eyes,expanding faster than the speedof emotion, like a yellow dwarf star:today it makes lettuce greenand crunchy; tomorrow, it sneezes,and incinerates everythingwe ever knew. I just hope I can kiss the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/937625/ overdose (exterior)there I am,just beyond your swirly darkness,pretending to believe in Zen,picturing a glassy oceanat sunrise, 7 colors bleedinginto 10 million hues,Mom’s warm hand squeeze,beach birds spiraling sunward on a staircase thermalagainst a cloudless blue sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/937578/ He was crying.Busted eight ball eyes hemorrhaging tarry decades of dammed up shame and festered meanness. That scratchy granite face I’d always assumed was, long since, bled free of moisture or emotion, was, then, drawn into a rotten peach skin, oozing syrupy nectar like coagulated.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/937550/ You lost? Follow the only light yousee into The Darkness.Tunnel beneaththe skin of the matter,you may find meaning.You may find nothing.But, at least you’llhave stopped calling everything around youThe Darkness.And people mighteven stop hiding theirchildren when you'r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/933525/ he’s a worthless b*****d, my soul,drunk and slithering the lanelike an AWOL bridge troll whose run out of billygoats to bugger and harass,foul words sprout from his facelike hairy moles and spontaneous battle scars,street mutts from the alleysniffing at his trashy trailwith bulbous.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/933158/ in search of art on the edge of a smeared universe,where stars are Van Gough spasmsagainst a bruised plumb sky,I stroke my rabid word kittenswith a headhunters axe,lick sugar from a concrete slab,challenge gods to strike me,beg demons to kiss me,and even set fire to my beard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/929709/ there rings a celestial tune,like a ragtime explosion,people actually climb insideof this invisible mindcraft,and float off into a dancing seaof momentary forgetfulness,warm waves of nothingnesscleanse every pore of the spongy soul,all psychosocial filthruns away, leaving just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/929636/ I see her standing in front of Floyd's Record Store;she, who freezes daydreams like liquid nitrogen;she, who kills punkrock saints with her green dagger eyes,and digs shallow graves with her steam shovel a*s;she, who sets fires in the guts of granite-bellied street assassins,and bur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/887699/ standalonescreamer,slinkyas butter cream,whistleslike a bottle rocketthroughmy caveman soul. Imay blitzkrieg beautiful,suckhappy from her tailpipe,andspiral with her toilet water;spinninginto hell. (wait!) scowl,bab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/886657/ no obvious wounds,but the eyes look dead;pale gray portals to somewherefrozen. I stand a ways back,eyes averted,nose plugged, poking the bloatedquestion with a thin oak twig. every cricket chirpor leafy crunch,stops my he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/886467/ watchingthe world die from an old rocking chair, porchlight flickers,smallmischievous shadows grow taller & meaner. shotgunhefted to business position,Iask who the hell goes there. theapproaching devil just smiles, strokesh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/886462/ sadder day mourning,constantly touching the knife in my boot,choked a man dressed as a giant teddy bear,while a red bearded liar,mouth sewn shut,blinked Morse code distress signalswith cobalt blue eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/886441/ 5blind oracles Who said love sets the world aflame? In alittle country town, where roosters are still used as alarm clocks, I put aroadside cactus into a drywall bucket. Last week, I slept right through my 35thbirthday.  A silver Hearse lies dead on apatch of brown grass I use.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/886437/ cold sorrowfulstars fade blue tearsfrom ablack eyed god sipping whiskeywarmth froma dusty sunrise red happinessand white painblur into achy peace as a foreigncontainer shipghosts by bound for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/886430/ a glob of words. specks of speculation revolving around the oaken head like Jupiter's rings. if you glean anything solid from this verbal bellyflop, then you're not reading it properly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/886379/ sermonic rantsdance the split tongue dumpster fire jumps to the diesel-d****e sea limitless infectiondirectional spread all able headshung like backwoods thieves see dressed light withnaked eyes. bleed monster truth from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/884319/ moan througha wall throws a switchin my guts. gun appearsin a shaky hand.boot takes wing.rubber on wood.world explodesstarting with this room.sonata of screams.palpitation drum fill.red confetti storm.sirens! sirens! we all fall o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/883464/ $Zombie-stepping the concrete conga; floral prints and plaid confusion.High pitched child sounds the siren. An elderly woman becomes a speedbump.Nobody has a spare second to be human. 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(2-7 mouths) When there are 7 mouths, theplayers may only take 3 bites (as to not eat the dead). After every playerscreams, the devil passes out five souls to each player, one at a time. The devilflips his own sixth 6.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/864675/ Katauta Stop looking at me.I am burning in your stare.I am drowning in your hair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/812276/ Sedoka Heart attack impact,Leviathan’s deep crater.Your creator’s warm embrace. Crack in the doorway,Daylight screams new welcomes.Cheek brushed by god’sfemale face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mechanical-Bull/812275/