Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Whoop de do Dead again. What a hassle under the grass in the undergloom waiting for the worms and the deconstruction of the flesh. Then a long trip around the cosmos, bit by bit, molecule by atom~ a chemical resurrection. And where am I while i am being re-entangled into this thing called alive? I don't know don't know nothing.
But that lucky old sun
just rolls around heaven all day
The next time I get myself together, if I ever do pass this way again with the same social security number, I am going to pay more attention to my toe nails and try to remember what I will have forgotten

thought provoking and humourous! the real deal. i like the writing and the format you chose. didn't you change it sometime today? i thought when i first read through it was arranged in stanzas or more traditionally like a pomeage?

~westie

Poetry for the disembodied

Whoop de do
Dead again
What a hassle

Under the grass
In the undergloom
Waiting for the worms
And the deconstruction of the flesh

Then
A long trip around the cosmos
Bit by bit
Molecule by atom
A chemical resurrection

And where am I while i am being re-entangled
Into this thing called alive
i don't know
Don’t know nothing
But that lucky old sun
Just rolls around heaven all day



The next time
I get myself together
If I ever do
Pass this way again
With the same social security number
I am going to pay more attention to my toenails
And try to remember what I will have forgotten
_____________________________-

I sit outside and look at the beauty of this world, a soft spring breeze the live oak trees gently sway, and the grass and the flowers the sunshine and I think of Iphigenia at her grave.

To gaze upon yon light is man's most cherished gift; that life below is nothingness, and whoso longs for death is mad. Better live a life of woe than die a death of glory!
Iphigenia at Aulis

the chances of returning to the same social security number are :

from this side or the universe to the opposite side of said universe to 1

i think it's ready for you, gypsy-j.... i felt a message in my toenails.

behave yrself.

I likes them odds