Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

salsa balsa waltzin',
one-two-three, one-two-three,
the gentry has their own rhythm,
and the clocks never tick past three,
time for tea, time dissolves at three.
what for who for, on the three.

and the aspens still quake in november.
immaterial. pay attention to the facts of the case.
i think we have pretty good case, considering.

and the horizon still pulls, shamelessly.
it must know by now that i'm onto that trick.

soliloquy,
it rarely makes sense,
in the first person present tense,
unsure of one's path, which way hence?

and now i really must be on my way,
to chase those chips and salsa dreams.
turn the heat up...

one for the road
other for twelve
(auch, I sound like my grandfather
and his alpine-friends near new years eve..!)
poetry is beautiful
(I wonder how can I transform thirty reading-comprehension works
about biographies into that)
good night!

sanguine salsa
to some it's a snackfood
to others it's an illusion of love
it dances, writhes, crunches
salsa sublimity
and salsa con carne, sauced, seeping in spice

i barely salsa myself
like alfred j prufrock, i dare not
i might stain my purity
scream when i'm mad
release the venom in rich pure dragonflames
i dare not
i have a rolled cuff to wear
a pleated pinafore
my disguise dare not slip

i salsa not
in dainty bites, i halva

hard to believe,
the scream may underrated,
and the soft lap of waves, undulated,
on the sand of a thousand paradises,
corona dreams, throw the pager in the water...
(wow... effective ad campaign, no?)

So here we go.
Here, we.
go.

let's make it an even '80', shall we?

places everyone! oh yes. oh yess, that's lovely, just lovely.

lowlife
scumthief
assholejerk

electricity in a tirade
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
electricution on the way
plug it in, have a good day

i hate the muthafucka

never thought i'd ever hate,
light's out, sparks fly,
too late

________

(footnote - this is about the theft and destruction of property... sorry to interrupt.. y'all go on and keep it happenin.. love you.. my son called me a nazi the other night 'cause i got so upset... maybe he's right.. )

Dat's some booty right there!
That loosah's gonna win!
Get out my face!
Dat bitch messed it up!

He must be speaking from a frame of a mind that you were never entitled to it in the first place because we stole the land to begin with-- at least that's how I remember our conversations from awhile back. Does he have a point? Oh hell yes, absolutely. And absolutely not. Does he truly understand the concept and the depths of Naziism, to hurl that word around? Do I?

there are five acres
in the rain shadow
of the olympic penninsula,
little cliffs that jutt from the ocean,
breakers 24 and 28,
the wait of a half a field
a half an an alder tree,
and half of me
settling in
independent
as always,
background checked
conclusions to a timeline
blink of an eye
and i have decided
to ride it to an inevitable
junction..... hold the camera angles,
hold the minute fisheye perception

this is an instantaneous interjection,
grateful for the venue,
me and you, you and you,
true to form, spilled and spelled out
by trajectory coupled by tragic
humor

love is like that
i remind myself
love is like that

I told him I wanted to slam him to the wall,
get his balls right, smash his skull, make him suffa
'cause I have suffered, if i had the funds, if i had the backing,
take it to the limit, nothing lacking, put his face in the shit he made,
blame the lies, blame the game, tame not the incessant king who does
his thing with a smile and a promise, make him pay for years to come,
dumb as it may be, dumb as my ears, dumb as my idiot mouth, dumb
as my stupidity, deaf as what i hadn't figured out, yeah baby, I said
this type of vermin needs to be stamped on, tread out, smeared on the
pavement, made visible, visible, visible for those like me to see before
the infestation so it can be CRUSHED and stopped from access to
air!

How dare i say such? I was raped, I said, violated,
taken to the laugh crater, carbondated like a fossil, apparently.
Well here's the drift...

I didn't get satisfaction instantaneously.
I have no gratification, though I am thankful I can see...
yeah, I am thankful I can see

Revenge isn't my game.
just want to tame the wild beast.
Assholes need a lashing sometimes.
Right? or... Fuck me.

Right. I never understand the fuck-over-and-run mindset that seems so in vogue lately.

shit. did i just waste the better part of a day jammin?
that is so unlike me. i can assure u it won't happen again.

omg .. it was a waste?

i'm so sorry to hear you feel that way.

bummer... i was loving your writing.



a waste.. sighhh... sorry

OK not a 'waste'. It was necessary. Sometimes these things can't be put off... I was a little late to the party though... Wireman and judih and jack slipped out pretty quickly... oh well.