Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

beautiful poem - simple language - like a fable. i like how it shifts from the everyday habits and details into the world of dream/fantasy. such a smooth transition. nice work, mingo! those mongolians bring out the best in a man and then use his head for polo!

the yellow peril is ok with me

my life is a tale of woe, my woman... that's another story markos, your bouzouki, takis - the baglamas, tonight, we roll our troubles like dice upon the green baize we will pass around the bowl the hashish smoke ribbons and curls roza dances, her finger cymbals giggle they laugh! she sings the songs...

emperor prune
porphyrogenitos, break
the iron chain, barrier
to trade and commerce,
that binds the golden horn
the lords of kohler
deserve no less
cast the infidel
into the maelstrom
nicely,
and flush with both
hands, if need be
thricely

hey pruney baby
knock the shit
out of my tired ass and
into the gaping maw of kohler
who used to be porcelain
but has now gone plastic
that is somewhat less than fantastic
if my shit was polyethylene
that would be something
know what i mean?

king prune noble son of the sun and his consort plum-plum bestow upon the constipated masses regularity upon regularity dum-dum the food of the centaur, ambrosia may taste sweeter, but what is sweetness when thy bowels are bound tighter than the knot of gordion, partake of the dark mystery and wail ...

says she's from the suburbs ooh, the suburbs like i never heard that before walks around like she owns the place and the place aint worth shit it aint worth nothing pawn shops and blood banks rent a crap bullshit… had me a burger deluxe fry zingers and cola juice man that's living large excuse me wh...

heheh! that's telling her, brother saw. ain't nothing but an ass trouncer with a nasty curve.

a crazy line. i can't account for it - but they do sound good together!

my daughter's a fungoid

seduction, in content and form. its lingering pace heightens the tension, which in turn is darkly accentuated by the poem's setting. complex beneath its outward simplicity. nice!

thanks. it's a crazy poem, but i had fun writing it!

she rode the spanish main cut-throat booty and barnacle bills ahoy matey, avast and then some bloody swath o'er the blue caribe sails akimbo - belay that order! no scullery maid was she in tortuga, they speak of her in lisping monotones and nervous stutter she pocketed the town - even the butter bel...

tuna it is!

i prefer patties to links