Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it's not an art, it's compulsion
poetry out of chaos
sometimes it rhymes
like stylish tourette,
or a dog in heat
barking, howling at the moon
and we call it poetry
but it really isn't
it's frustration and madness
it's i love my wife but i hate her guts
it's mom and dad lurking around
and around every corner of your head
remember,
when you gave him a tie for christmas,
and he laughed drunk in your face saying
that's just what i need
just what daddy fucking needs
and even if you don't remember
it still happened
and you've been a poet ever since

"stylish tourette"

---perfect

I love it when you get down to the bone on something Dino and then hold up that bone so's no one can miss it. You remind me a lot of a guy I knew in the service. He had that same way with things about him. This fuckin' rocks Dino, just as your best always does and you treat us to your best all the time. Thank you.

Just fuckin' RIGHTEOUS.

thanks judih and mingo. i like doing the familial shit, mingo.

you doobie compulse-a-lised dino.......how many poesies have come out of that bag of tricks maestro?????

Whoa!
A real zing to this one.
Poignant.

H