Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

That laughing man
on the road ahead
of himself,

I think
that creative urge just died an untimely
death,

Goodbye Jack, we hardly knew you.
Goodbye Nietzche, I fucked your God
and it was good.

Dear old St Jack
so old at the tender age of 47

when the real gone chicks got hip to his tricks

so long Jack
thank you for the words

How I envied him his daughter
a real gone chick
I would have loved to fuck her
But her name was Iphigenia

Poor old Nietzsche he never got a kiss
except from his sister
vice is nice but incest is best

thanks for the poem
it cheered me up
just goofin with it and thinking about that little jade statue of a laughing Buddha that silent woman used to keep by her bed. Never forget her smile when she patted his belly for luck.

goodby Nietzsche, I fucked your God and it was good

hmmmm, you fucked a God? you mean Dionysus?

or do you mean you fucked that dead God?

Trucking, we all need to smile and have a pat on our belly now and then.

RR, both. But I'll never tell.

hilariously defiant...i like it

The creative urge died an untimely death, by his own hand.
He told her if she did not marry him he would drink himself to death. I hate myself for prying into the sad lonely details of his life. I am grateful for what he wrote while he was alive. And I am trying to learn something from his virtual suicide.


Nietzsche sure could have used a belly rub. A hug. Poor old Nietzsche he died for my sins.

it was a dam fine poem, it cheered me up. thank you

Don't mind me Kailashana
I never cried for Jesus either.
St Jack had a good death, a good Catholic death. I would not mind one myself.
I wish I was half the man he was
And one hundredth thousandth of a nano-meter of the writer he was. I have outlived him by twenty seven years and have not contributed anything to the "gross national happiness"
blessed be his memory.

please pardon multiple replies.

I been listening to an audio book of On The Road. I fall asleep to it, wake up in the middle of the night to go and restart. Listening to parts about Mexico and Texas over and over. Maybe catch some inspiration.

I feel I've been on the road for too long sometimes. And nothing matters, not really, unless it matters to *you* or *I*, as the case may be.

~A


Thank you again, all.