Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

just an urge
more like a surge
a blood jet
no stopping it
it writes itself
kerouac was a typist

{lies all lies, I am a truck}A. Sexton
oh baby baby
Be-Bop-A-Lula

day one
chapter one
from hunger

a quantified self
the devil is in the numbers

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A World of His Own™
where he is all powerful
over himself

A world where life never ends
death has no fear
and I am who I pretend to be
a chip off the old crazy block
to think I can change anyone's fate
even my own

in my own world
my life is a twilight zone
where love is enough
Hunter S. still exists somewhere
over Judy Garland and rainbows
and all the folks going to get together
any time now it has been
14 billion years of hard travellin
to get here
and I forgot what happened before that
before the bang
but after the whimper
but my memory is coming back
vivid memories of another universe before this one
when there is peace and plenty

and true love

wonderland : a place where love is enough and poems write themselves....

HST is more than fourteen billion years old in at least one of these parallel universes I keep hearing about, and he's still trashing hotel rooms in Parallel Las Vegases when they need it, most likely. It's not glamorous work, but someone has to do it...

thank you all for your comments
they make
me feel redeemed

Truck, you wrote: "Poetry? It beats me." Reminded me of this Ryokan ditty -


"Who says my poems are poems?
These poems are not poems.
When you can understand this, then
we can begin to speak of poetry" -Ryokan

Purring like a cat