Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

even in a zoot suit, it still wears thin. nice!

nay, i say
revel in the brisk
the clarion fresh
of wintry blasts!
sometimes i roll in the slush
nude as a dog
barking in chilled ebullience
and norwegian effervescence

I used to feel special about that! you, my good man, are too much!

just treading water - nothing new, but i've got some ideas.

what's shaking, unk

confessional poem #1 i used to suffer from chronic shyness women were a big deal to me i'd get nervous and stupid and then warning alarms would go off in their head like i was mr. goodbar or some fucking nut i was a nut, but not a bad nut a kind and gentle nut like mr. peanut only without the monocl...

confessional poem #1 i used to suffer from chronic shyness women were a big deal to me i'd get nervous and stupid and then warning alarms would go off in their head like i was mr. goodbar or some fucking nut i was a nut, but not a bad nut a kind and gentle nut like mr. peanut only without the monocl...

i like to do readings, but i rarely get the chance

i'm always glad when you like it, jack. thank you

hi! it's me again ready to spill my guts for your reading pleasure and boy, do i have a story to tell drugs, lust, betrayal the old double-cross squared grifter shit, driven by circumstance necessity and wantoness-ness some weirdo sexual deviancy that even i can't understand the list goes on and on ...

perhaps you should stick it twice

it is confessional - i've always been a sociopath, but people seem to like me anyway so i'm cool with that.

a wonderful poem - profoundly original and sensitive. of course, i would spell it neighbour - as i do not consort with this new english lexicon.

i don't know about you, but when i hit the streets on friday night i don't want no accidents i keep my ass covered - in triplicate! triple ass protection - i accept no less first, i break out the tucks cool - soothing, like anal menthol then, one of those dependz numbers with the shield and guard to...

what a fucking town! chock-full of yahoos and ding-dongs each with a story to tell where do they find these stories what possesses - no! what compels them to tell these incongruous tales to begin with i used to listen to them i was an idiot and didn't know better i theorized and speculated - stuff l...