Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

according to my calculations
fueled by intense reading
and an advanced degree in tequila
from San Jose Cuervo Institute
in Tijuana, I have concluded
the universe to be non-linear,
its working guts churning faster
than a jalepeno in a gringo's colon,
like a waterspout over the ocean
teasing men with her black sequined
gown dancing on the tabletop horizon
twirling that dress like a tasmanian she-devil
man left to pray that she will visit
his room tonight, Ms. Universe amused
that she can disrupt any given action
unhinge every door to the ape house
every single attempt to repeat that action
with the same results every time
a silly human desire to master his world,
and one she will never make promises to,
her whims cannot be measured, sorted
filed in ugly metal cabinets, now, there are
times when she will allow some latitude
for the sake of argument, a few simple
slaps on her beautiful ass cheeks may
be okay, even a sucker-punch to her jaw
but let me tell you brother there are other
times when she will bring down the house
at the drop of a pin.

the universe definitely curves.
it's no rectilinear indigestion of math, for sure.

thanks saw.

thanx nazz, my eyes are always drawn to the curves........take care.....

"I'm ready for my close up Mr. DeMille......"

I really dug this poem.
H

visions polished by yr words reflecting a sort of joy that feels innocent despite those slaps on the cheeks (which made a sound that made a smile six months wide)

thx for the journey... i dig it.

I like the whimsical tone but at the same time I wonder if a little focus might be better for the piece.

San Jose Cuervo Institute - home of the fighting worms

thanx hester, mtmynd, yejun, dino, for your comments

btw jejun, I feel the poem is extremely focused, but I understand that for some that using humor in the same poem where you are making a serious point does not work .....in this particular poem, I use the humor to express the hopelessness we all feel as we watch powerful forces destroy the environment......it's the old adage, I had to laugh, to keep from crying

and dino, I didn't know we went to the same school, you're probably much older than me, ha.....the fighting worms are not to be trifled with, remember our cheer........Apods of Destruction, and what a mascot, a worm with rambo gunbelts...wow, those were the days, my friend....

Hmmm, I guess I was being too vague.

I was just wondering if some of the repetition was really necessary.

tequila/San Jose Cuervo

that she can disrupt any given action
unhinge every door to the ape house
every single attempt to repeat that action

a silly human desire to master his world,
and one she will never make promises to,
her whims cannot be measured, sorted
filed in ugly metal cabinets, now, there are
times when she will allow some latitude
for the sake of argument, a few simple
slaps on her beautiful ass cheeks may
be okay,

This is probably just me but I'd rather see more of Ms. Universe and less explanation of the metaphor.

It's a minor point of course.

i will always be a nematode.

me too dino, good old class of '69.....

and jejun, thanx for clarification, I am always happy when a fellow poet lets me know which parts work and which ones don't for them...
by the by, the repetition is intentional, it refers to the "scientific method", the process of trying to prove a hypothesis......thanx, again