Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"Nothing but window dressing for a soul.",
Buk says, dropping his pants for the crowd.

The crowd roars. Some sit with an embarrassed look
on their faces. Some
are poker-faced, showing no hands. Some look
like the already dead, turning away.

"You can't hide yourself in poems, you can't
buy yourself a hot-assed seat in the Promised Land.

You've got to see the elephant for what it is.

You've got to....."

He trails off just as two men approach from either side
of the podium (after all, he's the one who set the stage!)

The thought police were figments of his imagination, and I've forgotten
how to end this poem but I think it had something to do with how the dead
can talk through us.

~A


thanks for your sharing your Buk poem rr...he's never further than a thought away.

VERY GOOD YES.

I'm not sure what influence Buk had on me
but I do know that at a certain point in my life
reading him, helped me get by....he seemed
to be able to write like he did, without the kind
of crazy compulsive need I had to read everything.
But then I was a teenager in the late 60's, Buk
had already been through all that young crazy stuff.
His imagination had been forged before the psychedelic
wave came through our scene.I chronicle this in my
novel, Gone Hallucinogen Freeway.

yea Buk seemed like a guy that wouldn't do much editing...if any.....it's that raw presentation I think that appeals to many readers...even if the subject matter may not.....

Buk thanks you.