Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a lot of the poetry
on
this
site
is nothing more
than masturbatory drivel
i'm not saying that i'm not a wanker
but a lot of the poetry
on
this
site
is nothing more
thank masturbatory drivel

i am just saying
that a lot of the "text boxes" on this site are like hurtling through darkness black
through aeons through jerks and quirks and quarks and farts.

hurtling through stars, and bars, and galaxies

if doreen ever decides to pull the plug on studio eight it will all ways be shangri la for me.

a lot of the masturbatory drivel
on
this
site
is nothing more
than poetry.
reknaw a ton m'i taht gniyas ton m'i
levird yrotabrutsam eth fo tol a tub
no
siht
etis
erom gnihton si
yrteop knaht.

I love masturbatory drivel
or whole hurricanes of it
massive howling winds of it
Humphrey Bogart lights my cigarette
I exhale the smoke over the chessboard
I say, "it's your move, Hump."
"Don't worry 'bout it, pal" he answers
gobble gobble

Freedom ain't free
but go is free fall
in words
spelling
grammar
where the chips may fall
sekat a little oot hcum emit dna troffe
for me to think about spellin
let alone thank that hard about spelling backwards

to each his own
for some it is an OG for me it is Go
let them chips
commas and colons
fall where they may

this word or that word
on a off beat note

go man go
choke you chicken
if that's your thing.

GO
any old way you chews it

think it about it
or let it GO

never mind
never thinking
just listening

to the rythm of the da keys
tap tap typey tap

It is what it is,
backwards, forwards,
upside down, inverted, converted,
the stray blackberry of my eye,
in the weeds, the sticker bushes.
Mmm... almost lunch.

what ever go is
be it og ro go
no spontaniety
action poetry
died
just keep between the lines
fine the thoughts
choose your words

Think about the words
long and hard

spell check and grammar
check in the spiritu of etu thoughtful
unspontaneous drivelling

go blow
go slow
go below
go ho ho ho

nothng but green eggs and spam
a side of mutton
and thou

I wish I nnew
that old sink hole
with the forty eight buick sliding down
into the darkness
the blood encrusted windshieled shattered
jitterbug slipped the st christopher medal off of the rear view mirror
and wore it for a good luck charm

"with a dollar in my pocket
I can hear that highway sound
and a penny for my thoughts
would not tax my mind at all"

off the road poetry
into the let it go show mo
big river
GO

most of the poetry
on this site is
wanker driven camper livin'

the slipper glass lost big eyed anime fuckstorm
frog monkey ruby shoed member candles
standing on our heads in the sea
to sing

the meter rhyme rhythm words
spacing form thoughts not important
the singing is

and is.

most of the poetry
on this site
is pretty good


I'm tune deaf ape
beating on a hollow log
to a different drumer
one beat in back of
an old waylong jennings song
sadly in search of
a rhythm and my slow moving dreams
what would you do if I sang out of tune

with a little help from my friends

going going gone
as if this was a jam

out on Drivelly road, lights turn red.
the grease drips and road bumps.
same confession every five blocks.
can't get any momentum
out there
like out
there..

nevird reknaw!!
nevird argain!!

a go is a go is a go.
i think that i shall never see
a go as lovely as thee.
i take photos of thee
o say cant you see..

over on the road
over on the road now
with four walls to surround me
to keep me from blowing away
I got my kicks over on the road

now I sit on four little bitty wheels
and contemplate the world thorough a windshield
that kind of looks like a husserlian tv set


go is phenomenal
it is a phenomenanomicon
a slipper slope
a silicon chip
and a few plastic keys
that keep me hanging on
like guitars cadilacks and hill billy music

whine on
like a mack with a busted turbo
hammer hammer

listen to that big engine whine
it's singing home sweet home

yeah
so there wiere these two pizzas who walked into a jew shop and ordered one to go with everything.

and pizzas don't scream when you put them in the oven

and i am sucking on mother chaos' tit

and a lot of the poets on this site don't have a clue

it is just brownian motion

but even so they write some fucking great poetry

I been saying fucking a lot lately

george carlin died for our sins

Go motherfucker Go

there's a lot of chat broken into lines on the GO board, especially... i agree

Creative Writing board has a lot more composed poetry...

then again, depends on what you call "poetry"

shrug...

it's all poetry to me...

even breathing out is poetry

chat chat
chitty chitty
chat chat
it is the 33 rd of august

mingo got a shot gun
he can blow the fuckers a way
all i got is this got dam key board
male agression

and a cramp in my left
foot
that just woke me
from a dream
a sweat dream

the navajo say
coyote is always wating
always hungry

the jews say
or is the christians
the devil prowls the streets
the a hungry lion

seeking to devour

and I got this ball of blood lust with in me
and some can turn it on with a word


Buddha buddha
buddha me
save me from myself