Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my poems have grown
more structured in the formality of form,
their function was always
a matter of mystery
and dubious distinction,
works that left the head
shaking, the toes twitching

in the old days my form
was impetuous, prone
to rash decisions, maniacal
Mt.Vesuvius spewing,
a dirty tongue whose whereabouts
was often unverified....unsubstantiated,
none of it was very well thought out

shotgun bursts of passion,
though I must say a few were
spot on ... these days my structure
has gotten boring, but my content
becomes more shocking to me, more oooohh.....
is nothing sacred ?
do I have the right to poke my nose
into any damn thing I can think of ?

Damn Right I Do

I'm Old

ah...those days of "maniacal
Mt.Vesuvius "

thanks for finding the phrase

in the Biggggggg picture, no matter whats in the mirror we are just babes.....i always say "form stifles stride"....thats why i adhere to disembodied poetics and of course Jam ...yeah rage on maniacal vesuvius!