Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i am no better than a candle
or the bark of a house on a midnight lonely

i am no better than the dovetail joint maker

i am no better than the red of the letterbox on the corner
piss smelling and paint flaking as it is, i'm no better

i am no better than the coiled cord of a telephone
those pretty little things amuse me, man, and i'm no better

i am no better than those funny looking birds up there man
"check us out, we's the city" as they mock the skyline

i am no better than dog shit, ginsberg woulda called that shit "holy"

i am no better than this brass cappo with its rubber stop and little spring screw to tighen against the fretboard

i am no better than the bits of oose (sounds like "loose") that gathers in the belly button of another man. that's always blue and i seldom paint my face.

i am no better than the sky

i am no better than an owl

i am no better than a frog

i am no better than someone elses laughter

i am no better than a sunday

i am no better than this fucked window shade lying on the floor here. it gathers dust like a furry mantle.

i am no better than the things of the sea, some of which glow under the luminance of the moon. read about that shit in Hemmingway.

i am no better than a tin of fairly inexpensive dogfood, although i may be more moralistic

i am better, however, than i used to be.

i've just had a very thick vanilla milkshake. it's crazy hot here today. hot for us pale blue folk of scotland. so i had a milkshake before the train... perhaps that explains the overuse (or use even) of the word "man" in that thing!

i am better, however, than i used to be.

me too..

some interesting lines as always from your scotsman's brain.

my scotsman's brain.

ha. that sounds like a good name for an emo band.

thanks, westie.

bennie, you are the image of humility
too bad that the only way to get humility is to be humiliated

"i am no better than this fucked window shade lying on the floor here. it gathers dust like a furry mantle."

i hope you're not worse than that fucked window shade lying on the floor there, gathering dust like a furry mantle... I simply could not see it.

I think your are a better than me

You are a poet

Just happy to read you

beautiful poem bennie,

Reminds me
this bit
about paperclips

"I know / there is / perfection in the being / of my being, / that I am / holy in amness / as stars or / paperclips,"

A. R. Ammons