Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

should've taken half
but sheila already dropped
and didn't want to travel alone
one hour later
my tongue's trying to figure out
where and how my mouth opens
life was becoming problematic
relative density in flux
raindrop mantras coalesced
cascading
through the channels
the sounds between sounds
spaces have their own rhythm
that stretch and bend like
cigarette smoke fanning out
spiraling spider strands
sucked through a keyhole vortex
it's a tough room
sheila smiles a wink
and dances with shadow
they are complementary
siamesee escher twins
she has gone motif
a meander of repetitive motion
stylized, streamlined
like one of those brucke woodcuts
armlegs metronomic
geometric clockfaced and cubed
like some kandinsky abstraction
where sound and form interface
and all the conventions
all you are comfortable with
the 12 by 15 rectangles you call home
come crashing down around you
like a fistful of pickup stix
and the only thing you're sure of
is you should've taken half

spaces have their own rhythm

yes, they do...

a regretful tone, interesting
love the alliteration

~westie

ciao sophia.

I took it all
cause she saw The Trip
And I was Peter Fonda to her Susan Strasberg
She wanted it all
the penultimate female sexual experience

Silent woman
Our love blossomed between two movies
The Trip and Last Tango In Paris

I liked this poem a lot constantine
left me with an acidic taste in my mouth
and a flash back.
and the urge to get it on.
Only next time I am going to glue that dam condom to my penis

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Regrets
Oh yeah

What did I ever do that was worth her loving me.

Silent woman
My Planet Queen

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t-rex was cool. still have electric warrior.

Great poem constantine
sorry about the unrelated personal ramble.
I remember that album was playing on her stereo that night.

Still trying to figure out why I stopped fucking twenty nine years ago.
maybe it has something to do with Silent Woman's abortion.
Most likely it was guilt and fear.

your "unrelated personal rambles" are what makes you the cyberpal you are, gypsyjoker thou.

thou poets
take away the lyserergic amides
the mushrooms
the cactus buttons


poetry a trip for me
these days
it unzips my mind

take care of your self dino
I need the poetry bad.

i'm cool. don't do that crazy stuff anymore - much.

Good to hear
I wish I could say the same
I ate some donuts today
My death wish
by jelly donuts



Still an occasional mushroom omelete
and the snake goddess dances for me

but I lost faith in pills and white powder or brown powder
in a bit of aluminum foil

I am not that innocent anymore
Not the trusting child of 33
I was when first I entered that enchancted forest.

I would take that peyote trip any time
the cleanest I have ever felt in my life
But I did not do enough
I hear you got to vomit to really cleanse yourself
So I right back where I started from
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So I am into vegetable matter these days
no more better living through chemistry.
Stumbling on
With a little help from poetry

she's a good dancer, but you can't trust her.

Chilled to the bone
Thought about calling
nine one one

to get my stomach pumped
strange trip
I thought I got hold of some bad ones
but I decided to ride it out
Bring it on
Bring it on
Let me die right here
so I laid me down and the nausea passed
and the images kept morphing
and if I got bored with one
or scared
I would click my mental mouse and move on
in every vision there was a little red x in the uper right corner of my field of visual sensation.

my Window on inner space
click it and move on



Gimme that old time religion
It was good enough for Old Joe Campbell
it is good enough for me

Let us worship Zarathustra, just the way we useta. I'm a Zarathustra boosta and he's good enough for me.

Let us worship Aphrodite. She's beautiful but flighty. She doesn't wear a nightie, but she's good enough for me.

- Joseph Campbell

Give me some old Psilocybe
and Soma, it's alright-y,
be a God/dess in the night-y,
That's good enough for me.
http://www.whitetreeaz.com/vintage/realotr.htm

I trust the Goddess
But I will never fall asleep beside a woman again
Not this time
Not ever
probably

That's why Jesus my hero
He never met a woman he did not love

not that it has anything to do with this

but
Oh I trust the goddess
I always admired Achilles
More than poor Hector
She left him to die like a fox on the run.
Cause he had it coming

Some of my dearest friends are from Lesbos
Angels in disguise

i remember pickup stix...

hey mr. constantine! i miss reading you in openmic.

nice to hear from you. haven't been on arcanum for a while. school's been busy and i had to cut back a little on net time.