Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

tonight is the night
tango
i'm tired of fooling around
i'm ready to bust loose
out of my way sonny
tango
my hair is greased
my shoulders are creased
i can't get no released
no satisfaction
i can't get me no
tango
that was always the problem
at least it was for me
i've got the savoir faire
i'm big on joie de vivre
i speak a little french
that's always good with the ladies
women of breeding and sophistication
you know, tango babes
with big dark eyes
and red lipstick and legs
plenty of legs
i can't tell you how important legs are
for tango they are essential
but you knew that already

Oh baby baby
I could tango across Texas with you


I hope you don't mind me using DMG on this board. You shouted her out so I figured you wanted to hear from her.

Sometime we got to talk about posting images here, Geocities is going down next month. And that is where I have stored your images. I am going to have to post them to another site.

I guess I could always get a facebook account.

I signed up on MySpace so I could hear Mr. Trolls music.

Man that was the best move I ever made
A million women want to show me their pics these days

I got a heart like those old brass National Cash Registers.
Punch down a key & up pops anoher rosey cheeked demon.

you are always welcome here under any of your familiars. i've got a ton of images saved in my picture file - a lot of them i've used as avatars on poetryinbaltimore and facebook. movie stills of fellini, tourneur, val lewton - tons of artwork - it's one of my favorite pastimes. fellini used to collect pics of faces and draw upon them for characters and ideas. in baltimore, i would tape postcard size artwork on the wall in front of the kitchen table where i would write -and catch a vibe - an idea - for a poem.

i'm partial to tarbaby, but diana's hip too.

Do you ever try to figure out from the readers reply whether they were drunk or stoned when they made their reply.

You been laying 'em down like clockwork these days Dino, but you knew that already. I've read quite a few lately and I should have checked in before this. I've smoked them all right down to the filter.

i assume that anyone replying probably is under the influence of mind altering drugs - in fact, i count on it.

mingo! it's been too long. nice to hear from you. how goes things - you doing good?

Hey Dino, things are screwed up in the most spectacular fashion around here. I think I'm enjoying it as there is little I can do change the current flow. I think I need a big bowl of Cheerios.

they're good for your cholesterol! hope things calm down for you.

Who knows, I might miss it if it does. Been goin' on for weeks. Run run run. Thunderstorms walking the horizon.

i'm in your corner, mingo. you've got moxie and will see it through.

I was just digging your words and art work
I had no idea you were struggling
Man I thought you had it made
rolling in your sweet babies arms

I wished I was you
but I was not.

You can count on me if you need someone to punch at.
You got a good man in your corner so I will always give you my best shot

You can paint my face on a milk jug anytime

I love my enemies.

"friends come and go, but enemies accumulate"

I remember when you wrote about those faces on the milk cartons.

Maybe because I am so twisted, maybe I am a self hating Jew
because the first face I would draw on a milk carton is mine.

The way you described it
it sounded cool
maybe I should try it

or at least a punching bag.

I have not won a fight since the sixth grade

finally I said fuck it

and became a pacifist.

I don't even want to go there

but it is involuntary for me sometimes

sometimes

and this is the spooky part for me

I want to dwell on the urge

to fight

examine it

in my hand

feel the texture of it

smooth

shape

round

color

so black you could fall into it.





kicking rocks and words
Tin cans and a string communications
I am mad for pleasure these days
everything is a jam
language and jam


doing a fast every morning

if I was not writing this I would be eating

so black you can fall into it (!)