Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

If i admit
i seek you out
sending psychic fingers to wrap your attention
energetic sexual invitation

again and again
if i admit
if i write the words
confess on a page

i'll have one less admission

One less emission


Freud’s Breakfast
Two over easy
Passive sex a pain

Elephant Hugs
She wraps her trunk around my waist
She draws me to her with irresistible strength
Such a tender feeling
An agenda sans flesh

Tapasya

The simplest and most direct type of renunciation is just give up the satisfying of ones desires. If one preoccupied with eating, just fast and so on. This tapasya. If for the sake of attaining a definite aim or to gain control of your self, one struggles with the desires that hinder him in his path, he will create a fire that will gradually transform his inner world into a single whole.

http://www.neemkarolibaba.com/experiences/pande1.html

I read that about thirty four years ago. At a time when I was on a diet of similar to the food the Salem witches were eating back in 17th century Massachusetts, Moldy rye bread.

I remember the first time I saw a picture of you (five years ago) I had just posted something to litkicks about Lew Welch from
Aram Saroyan biography of him, Genesis Angels.

Naturaly the first thing I did was try to hit on you.

The truth be told I got no more energy to play with. But I do imagine myself hugging you. I feel your hair against my face. It is not a platonic hug, it is a full contact frontal embrace. There are tears falling on the top of your head.

Free at last judi, free at last
my lust is dust

Have I just committed adultery again? My apologies to your husband.

ha! tears on my hair, brother jack. Shall dry them as we walk in the dusty fields and my partner, G, will join when the conversation strikes modern insanities.

no need for apologies! it's a miracle we're still alive.

in the desert
quiet wind
bright moon
resting in a tent
waiting for her lover

mean while back at the oasis the arabs were eating their dates

if i bare my soul to you, do you laugh at me?
if i come clean with you, do you spare me?
if i drag my ass out of bed for you, do you love me?
if i hate your enemies with you, do you respect me?
if i tell my mother off for being rude to you, do you uphold me?
if i embarass myself in front of you, do you judge me?
if i stop eating meat to compromise with you, do credit me?
if i wear that sexy dress for you, do you notice me?

do you? do you?

I wonder if I have lost my mind
I wonder why I remember dirty face school boy jokes from 1956.

A second childhood

this has nothing to do with you
that has nothing to do with me

but if it did

I would say I still remember the red sweater with the bow at the neck line that you wore to your sweet 16 party in november of 1956.

A time when I thought men needed some sort of double standard in their relationships with women.

for Glynda The White Witch

I always noticed you until you dyed your hair, that red with the strands of gray always drew my eyes to it.

Men and women some can
some can't

I go my own way

one less admission
the tickets been punched
but the show is long over
I'm off to get drunk

don't panic
don't worry
it's not wine that I seek
it's the stagger
from living a life
that's complete...
or at least
halfassed

half a life is better than none
it is what it is now
in my long day's journey into good night

up from the archives
scrape off the dust
glittering admissions

I admit it, accept full responsibility, I am guilty as charged, I am me without the I..............

I'm not looking for the rocking chair. I'm feeling kinda fly...
So lets keep up the posting between you and I...
Keep the gusto outside the box! Just eating my 'everything'
bagel with cream cheese, pickles, and lox...
Onward toward what is left of ecstasy!
'Cause we've already been to the right of ecstasy...

up out of the dust one more time
cut me loose let me fly
a dharma bum looks at seventy
(after Jimmy Buffet)

Steve I wish I had a rocking chair
because I am ready for it
a positive attitude helps solve problems
with a hundred bucks in my pocket
I can hear that highway sound
and a penny for my thoughts
would not tax my mind at all

half life is what I got mousey
still a fool after all these years
giving it all away
selfish as hell in a way isn't it?

yes kind off the beat j
but still about admissions in a way
admission to Steppenwolf's magic theatre
for madmen only or those with aspergers
self admission for one