Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the world's a life sentence
painted in greys and browns
coffee in the morning, a cigarette
another bus in fifteen minutes
like the one before and the one before that
woman's reflection in the window
superimposed, know i've seen her before
she satisfies some biochemical circuit upstairs
that they write songs about and make chocolate for
down in the basement there are oyster shells
beer cans of the bygone, chip bags ahoy
but that's only the beginning,
tip of the scurry
moist grey fur slick underneath
stomach queasy, taut
i've taken all that's dished out
i've washed my hands of the sordid affair
i want to break the fuck out
it's not big enough i need more room
i can't believe i'm telling you this
don't tell my mom and dad
don't tell my mom and dad

Beats me dino
I think all men are latent

Not to change the subject but I wwas wondering where what you been doing been almost a month since you posted one.

I was thinking about get hip
today, been thinking about it on off for a week now.
but today I was replying to jimboloco about one of his rejected letters to the editors which reminded me of get hip.

miss your work
sincerely
still trucking et all
juat a fan

hi jack. been busy at school - haven't been writing much. i had been cranking them out for a couple of years and just needed to take a break. need time to percolate. be back shortly.

I started back to school too
taking an online course on Paint Shop
And a couple of English courses.


I appreciate the poems, glad you found the time to post a couple

Not sure what I read into them
I was thinking with my "enteric brain"

my sorry about the ramble

that's good. school can be a good environment. it can be a grind, but what isn't?