Do It Now

[Lightning Rod]

my best friend was named OP
he was a poet that didn't write much
he claimed he was experiencing life
so he would have something to write about

he's dead now
he didn't have time to write it down

[mnaz]

Yes, the writing down.
So peculiar, so unexpected..
I think I've written about this.
Or thought about it.

[stilltrucking]

OP he went to medical school
I remember your friend
because of what you have written down
in these electro-magnetic documents
that will keep radiating forever

From The World Without Us



in my reply to your poem
The Planet Adjusts

[Lightning Rod]

you know too much of my history, truck
I might just have to kill you

but I'll give you a chance to write it down first.

[constantine]

life is a rip timewise. 30 - 60 - 90... peanuts. i'd prefer a millennium, but it would be hard on my lungs.

[stilltrucking]

Ok Clay, just "Shoot me while I am happy"


I don't know about your lungs dino, but I think you will need a more comfortable chair. Your ass ain't going to last long in the one you are using now.

[Doreen Peri]

i don't want to do it any more either.

selfish way out.. guess i'll hang

[constantine]

your concern is duly noted and appreciated.

[stilltrucking]

will you hang loose
or will you hang tight

[constantine]

we will certainly hang together

[Doreen Peri]

i didn't know OP
if i were younger, i'd OD
it rhymes at least
no children then
gonna send
myself a cease and desist
donno what good it will do
but i can't reisist

[WIREMAN]

damn clay....i really dig this....short sweet and chock full of life....i'm smilin' and i don't need no lil yellow dude to help me convey it....

[Lightning Rod]

thank you all for reading
truth is short
now, get off your arses and write it down
time's a wastin'

[stilltrucking]

Okay Clay
just let me know how much time I got left
I would like to see it coming.

That's the truth
I am looking out for it all the time
At every four way stop sign when I look but don't see
and wait for the impact the sound of breaking glass, the tearing of metal, the smell of gasoline.

A coward dies a thousand deaths they say
I am going to have a hell of a lot of funeral expenses by the time I die.

I am writing this on stainless steel with a laser
these words will endure forever like the greetings to the universe from Richad M Nixon that the astronaughts planted on the moon

Well, got to go
I won't even ask you to pardon this ramble
you always pardon me.

Just remember to vote early and often.

I read a last words snipp about a guy who was executed in Virginia last week.
His last words were
"Well govenor you have lost my vote" I wasn't there to hear them, I just read it in the paper.

I actually read The Stranger in French, love Camus almost more than any other writer.

The scene where Meseault (sp?) throws the priest out of his cell is my favorite. I too have felt the tender indifference of the stars. For me it was comforting.

I have never met anyone like you
Well maybe one fictional poet
The one in the the Sci Fi novel called A Canticle For Leibowitz
come to think of it I have never really met you either.
maybe some day up around Carl's Corner.

[WIREMAN]

i think LRod would be the biggest surprise "meet" on S8....to know clay is to love him....he has the cool of his famous uncle don january who was a masters golf champion.....he performs a poem and uses the the written page as a mirror that is killer.....you should met ST....all of us should someday....