Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I like the erogenous zones
We have the drop zone
And the combat zone
Interzone and zona roja
glaciers snatched tuning up on circumstance
the last poem written into the minute held aloft and sacrificed
super-nova kid's meal double fries designer greasy envelope
def into lust and indifference. Scattered escatology.
The planets have no destination but are
slinging, thrust into compulsive orbits
melody against rhythm; melody against
the stock market for oh nine kay
the milky weigh is more than a candy bar
the last poem was seen leaving the building
elvis lusting after joan of arc smoking cracked digits on a credit card
banked and seedless thrashed
admission to then was centuries ago in middle english
on the road to shakespeare rotten amsterdam of
hash and whores relentless tombstones of desire
from a staight glassed by centuries
i'm not nostrodamus
can't see millenia unfold
poems are extinct as miracles
and belief in what is untold
watch it unfold
U got a lot of ‘splainin’ to do
Desi, Lucy
Chopin, Debussy
Let’s call the whole thing off.

yer only as good as your last poem, baby
succinct soliloquys
rasta criticisms and twelve steps at a time
an erect perspective, inject, reflect, inspect
and count the hours, the hours of our lives
and divide and counterpoint the rigid sonatas
I don't need concentration; I need dope
off the end of the scale, make my bail, the maximum
six percent sythesized to mcdonald's diabetes
interesting aztecs with their calendars and extracted hearts
jutting into the minute held aloft and sacrificed
super-nova I don't need concentration; I need dope

We’re Desi and Lucy
Chopin, Debussy
Desi and Lucy
Chopin, Debussy
You a kid's meal double fries designer greasy envelope
digits on a credit card banked and seedless thrashed
admission to the stadium franchise wandering
go maximized like a jpeg lounging on the universe
web of dimensions, soul
slinging, thrust into compulsive orbits
melody against rhythm; melody against
the stock market for oh nine kay
the milky weigh is more than a candy bar
the last poem was seen leaving the building
elvis lusting after joan of arc smoking crack
from a staight glassed by centuries
i'm not floundering on the internet
I don't need concentration; I need dope.

glaciers snatched tuning up on circumstance
the last poem written was centuries ago in middle english
on the road to shakespeare rotten amsterdam of
hash and whores relentless tombstones of desire

I like the erogenous zones
We have the drop zone
And the combat zone
Interzone and zona roja
diluted into lust and indifference. Scattered escatology.
The planets have no destination but are nostrodamus
who can't see the millenia unfold

........"The planets have no destination but are
slinging, thrust into compulsive orbits
melody against rhythm; melody against
the stock market for oh nine kay
the milky weigh is more than a candy bar
the last poem was seen leaving...."

LRod...you sure as hell got a way with words...
totally dig it.....
H

I like the erogenous zones too...it's the only thing that really makes sense to me most days after watching the morning news...
a wild spin through the universe into a zone you didn't mention...
The Twilight Zone....

You are reading variations on a 'Randian farce' well.
Or so it seems. (My own political bias?).

Aside from that, you are just one hell of a poet.
Man, I wish I could do that, though I couldn't stand the trial.
"thrust into compulsive orbits" intrigues me right away,
but there is plenty here to tweak the mind,
and the rhythm...

I just googled Debussy last week.
The internet is too easy.
It can't possibly last.

i play debussy

he's one of my fave composers

and chopin too.. another favorite

this is a cut-up right? a la burroughs?

i see many repeated lines

yes, it's a cut-up
but not just a cut-up
it was written first
then it was cut up
then it was edited about six times

Oh to be polymorphously perverse again,
when our entire bodies were erogenous zones.

http://www.cla.purdue.edu/English/theor ... phous.html

Sexy Clay
I mean the word play