Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

~- Verily I say Unto You...-~

akshun pome
stuck in first
gear grinding
won't move
clutch fucked
roll it down
hills are cheap
jump in
no breaks
cosmic kitten
meteor meow
skunk foo
japolie coonsbury
written tunes
freak me in
farley harley
mixing highs
do not lepht
deny the right
hoover suck
the mighty able
tranquil morning
without the cable
nowhere without
soundless chatter
grieve emptiness
spin the batter
graves dug deep
canni-bus travel
trails to blinks
mountain peeks
the river running
toadsgraph jumping
hornswallow feigning
little prince raining
brainless freedom
dont make speeches
try-knot tightening
chewing on beeches
lappin up neckties
chokin on butterflies
who does it resemble
when morticians scramble?

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toast posties
tella ele-fantasy
jimmi-crutch the stick
favor-ball rolls up
the clouds counting
NINE, NINE, NINE..
summer salt wounds
screeching howl
mandrake memory
swills of pages
flappin wind
the banter rivals
chalk tip pointing
eight balls center
leather pockets
swallow swallow
birds kite sail
hittin homers
without a nail
brisque fondue
cheesey condition
aprons stained
roasted chilies
engraved the soul
with bit n pieces
snickers with nuts
and doorhinges
squeakin: W240
igloo heaters
blubbering whales
melville writing
and jackie sells
out o' hear
do not listen
grapple the zero
drive thru mirror
fasting foods
starving stupid
neglect the yummy
divine the mummy
hollow cast
bronze images

S N O R T

fah so latte, do?
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mtmynd :: 1.15.02

Crack me up to hell & gone plus *I don't get it*

so, it would seem that back in "02, you had had access to some good shit....and Herman Cain stole your NINE NINE NINE plan of attack....ha ha....nice wordplay and interspersed rhyme...

reminds me of the a lot of the beat stuff that flew over my head at times, but sounded cool

the rat-a-tat-tat of a long night with a pad and a pen...don't you hate it when whales blubber

very cool texture layers.

many thanks for the comments, S8'ers... the only place any real pomes stand a chance of being read.

Steve... '02 as the millennium dawned and the mind pawned thru those dubya-foolish years... indeed good stuff was a necessity as life took a hard right turn, stolen from the public eye, blinded by the lie of conservatism chastising freedoms as if they were enemies from an alien world.

(note: alas, my smoking days are over of any sort, my alcoholic dreams dried up, my life took a dramatic turn in '08 as age required two stents to continue cajoling with the embrace of life, cleansed and hung to dry, new visions, not near as dramatic, are now standard fair...)

Some clever word combos. Enjoyed this. Will reread. A rich poem with puns and word play.