Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Crazy Mike had it too
It became a curse for him
till he discovered chess

But for a long time he was lucky in love
she was just seventeen
I I love rock and roll

Do the worlds come and go
this world too
the words come and go
that much for sure.

Luck is a non existent concept
like divine grace
does it matter
what are the chances it does exist
Theist non theist
my mind a slinky toy


flop and flips
contingent on what drug I am taking?
I feel better, all ready
I called one eight hundred bad drug

tumbling dice
I think I heard the lyrics
sort of like that
kind of like gravity at thirty two feet per second per second
just a theory
could be true
probably so
Walking is a controlled fall
What is love
I fell on my ass a couple of times
on my face too
thirty two second per second sounds about right

I believe in your soul
so random


I would be lucky to write a good sentence.

I want to be a riverboat gambler
"bound to lose"

a half a mind and five hundred bucks and I would hit the road for baltimore, if I can straighten up and walk right.

it would be a disruption in my life like a gift from G-d to me personally, well from Spinoza too. I think, that is what I have heard.

the odds are long
am I a mystic or just superstitious

five hundred bucks a hundred gallons of gas about three hundrd and fifty, 150 bucks to live on for a month? Not likely.
I could make LA on 80 gallons
or Corpus on a tank and a half maybe twenty gallons
what would I do different in corpus
get a place near the beach
no computer no phone
just the ocean
I still don't have enough for a month
not the season for corpus, too crowded
nothing but a car and a tricky neck

and nothing to write
the luck of the Irish
that's what I need

no escape
except go to sleep
and dream of it.

Polly packed Dolly into her trunk,
"We're moving to Sea-Bass
to hire a drunk."

Dolly went "Mew." and clapped her eyes shut.
While Polly collected stockings, corset and a deck
nearly loaded with such of suches
for bettering the lucks.

When Polly and Dolly rashed up their desires,
both had it made when a cat called Cat
plucked their sorries.

He gave them one week notice
to parade their prayers,
to look up fine and bottoms the rue,
here's riffle, riff and two times the frill.

Cat was partial magician
to trick this duo, too.

He patted, he pianoed,
he told them to do

only all was fair in love and whom's
won whom.

mm, yes and I think that's just it, too.
Meet you in the City.

It's like that.

Thanks for the poetries today.
I found the good ol fashion happy feeling
just being around it today.

I'm blessed to be on a poetry and art, writing site. I've got the lucks,
lucky lady to be surrounded by the magic mans.

If I was casting a movie about World war one I would have Boris Karloff playing wilson, Bela Lagosi would be Clemenceau, and Lloyd George would be Porky pig.


Adorno writing about the liquidation of individualism under capitalism,

never-mind about the link

I just got to be me,
I remember how I drove my mother crazy shopping for clothes. I had to dress a certain way to fit in. I was born to follow.

If I can make people laugh it's like being a good lover.
Spalding Gray


As if my life was contingent on studio eight.