QUINCUNX: A Limerick...

The boys (I'll replace this with a dirty one when I think of something):

I need to invest in a thesaurus...I'm running out of dirty words.

The girls:

their collective girlfriends make up a cunt quarry
diddlin' band cocks behind locks is their foray
they'd make a monolith flaccid
after fucking Lake Placid
...crossed a line with this limerick? I'm wary.

Fuckin' Rockstar X

Quincunx played a late night gig at Seattle's FUNHOUSE Monday night:

like a virgin born-again after a 3 month hiatus
Quincunx sound washes over me
with a sticky static familiarity...
and I feel fresh fucked and rejuvenated.

...of course kick-ass, ass kickin' bassist Matt Bird dominated the stage laying into his signature rhythms and statuesque sway.

This Raccoon

a salted pelt
red, hot, and frothing
made an odd choice
and crossed the road-
mid-way anyway-
and then dead
found itself in the back
of my dad's white station wagon
warm until it rested
in a basement fridge
next to a flat of ice cold tiki punch.
peel, salt, scrape, salt,
scrape, salt, scrape...
cut crisp / soft
...and hang it in the family-room
back wall
with four squirrels, another raccoon,
and two rabbits
road-kill pelts surviving with us...
our family hobby

Dirty Limericks

there once was this guy from Seattle
that had an inviting asshole
and when he was fucked
he quacked like a duck
and shot creamed corn from his man-pole

there once was a lass we'll call "beaver"
boys and girls they would line up to eat her
they'd slurp and they'd slop
they'd lick at her knot
for hours before they could please her

there was this young girl we'll call "Merlin"
she was an aspiring virgin
we wished her "good luck!"
cuz she does like to fuck
not even magic could help her "begin again"

there was a fat man called Pudgey
his cum was like taffy, but fudgey
he like to fuck buns
at the bakery...WHAT FUN!
the floor behind the rack is all sludgey

there once was this guy we'll call Nicky
his cum was like crazy glue: sticky!
his girlfriend was nagging...
but her tits weren't yet saggin'...
so he sealed up her mouth with a quickie

there is a fat poet called Sandi
her limericks and haiku are just dandy
she writes lots of smut
but would much rather fuck
for now she just keeps her pen right handy

Smitty was a guy we called "Smit"
his passion in life was for shit
solids or soupy
it all made him loopy
Plumber: his job, is it

Haiku: Dirty Girl

filthy foul-mouthed whore
will fuck or suck til she's sore
limerick cliche

Haiku: Loud Music

static pounds steady
true zombie-esque devotion
escape in chaos

Haiku: Why I like 70's Porn...

bow-chicka-bow-wow
boy bangs a girl, quick fuck plots
real boobs, ugly dudes