Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my hollowed skull
rattles with silent blunders
i see, i choke, i blurt
my sounds your sounds
jettison round Mars and Pluto
oh, no, there ain't no Pluto no more
no Pluto, so it goes
Pluto's left us behind

oh, there orbits another mind
gone to a place of no address
wait, where was i?

rattle, rattle, fortune cookied clue
decrypt, encrypt, sub-split autonomy
i think, i dare, i wear my understanding
last year's look
one shot revival

this poet is no genius
this poem ain't no poem
it's a wonder the letters agree to lie straight
crooked thoughts flirt with shy submission
disguised as paragraphs
in tonight's edition

net-tied mortified to admit
hope hides in a grain of sand

dec 29/06

Reptile brain
cold blooded killer
fearsome Cro-Magnon skull
surrounded by a warm fuzzy mammal
fuzzy logic
I am no genuis
just cursed with a memory
nothing wrong with being average
as long as I know it.

poets
know the hope in a mustard seed

Poe's dream within a dream
in a rhyming submarine
red...green....& yella fun
and the doggone ran
with the diggin' for
a chance to do the swim
or was it mashed potatoes
on the moon.....no poesy here......

snake rattle and roll
Red 'n yeller can kill a feller
no poesy here
just me
and a brain wired all weird

rattle mind
rattle boned will
exhumation with an exclamation
masturbation with a moan
I'm a poem in a tight knit sweater
just a bursting to get out
let our message be our cleavage
those with none
well
just make sure your spelling and grammar are up to snuff

I'm a whiz with a dictionary
never met a metaphor I didn't love
got a heart like melted butter
fits my mood just like a glove


...


some people think bad poetry is akin to sin
I think it serves its purpose
a soothing balm to burntout spirits
a repository for holding hurtful things
a garbage can of rhyme sublime
a merry go round of fun

your grammar up to snuff
flat faced bitches (I hope you remember that joke)
leave me howling at the moon
cause

I swear, a woman's breast is the hardest rock that the Almighty ever made on this earth, and I can find no sign on it.

Oh she had them
meaty magnets
my brain on the end of my putz
I never knew who she was
just another solipsized barbie doll woman
she was trying to get free
and I helped her
if I was a mensch
I would have kissed my horse
and rode off into the sunset
but I kissed her instead
and I wanted more
So I stuck around

cause I was a schmuck
and her perfect lover turned into another perfect fool


rattle brain on the end of my snake
always makes a fool out of me
or worse

non phallic masculinity comes hard to a dirty old man

missions rattle ghost like
along deserted highways
was there ever any such
thing as pluto
were we guessing
all along
this stretch of nowhere
I swear I searched
for her right to cast
a shadow such as this

My skull a rattled
like my guiro
RRRRR.....RRRRRRRR
the stick turning
over and over
my mind burning
confusion reingning
understanding the insanity
nevermore as Lenore wanders
the halls of 12th floor injustice
she's back at it again
burning down the house
like a funeral pyre
call it nothing ever lasts
the city is not charming
the city is racked with the scent of
nevermore.....nevermore.....nevrmore...
and she's locked up there with the ghoulies
on the 12th floor................

snakes rattle and roll
insanity rains
teardrops

that city burns in my mind
Rosebud

and we are all born innocent and trusting babes
I spent a life time
nay
I wasted a life time
wondering
what it was
he was trying to to teach me

my father's hell


Baltimore 1952
locked up with the ghoulies beneath the cellar floor
where I spent many hours with the rats
dwelling on my childhood sins

the city burns in my mind like a sled called rosebud
Orleans and Forest streets
at the foot of the viaduct
there was a house
and where it stood
the city fathers built
12 story towers of human misery
public housing they called it
the balconies covered with chain link fences
nothing so much as a zoo for people
and down beneath it
that cellar persisted

the golden bowl is broken
cut me loose
let me fly
after all these years
I am still alive.

Still crazy
after all these years

st jack of Lowell
save me
with your pretty words
don't mean nothing
just a go

got no jazz
no beat no music
just these random words

and April showers
blooming my flowers
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

minds that hate
minds buring with resentment
minds that can't let go
minds trying to hang onto

hate wastes
hate weights
fear
the begining of knowledge is the fear of God the hebrew bible says

there is no begining
no end
no space
no time
just us

and too many words
cause I can barely hear the music
sorry

slow movin and
the rain is over
I jus love the
title of this piece
rattle....rattle....

yes that poet ain't no genuis
just a dream within a dream
rattle I can do
rattle rattle trains
I have become a conosnore on the different sounds freight trains make
they rattle like tamburines sometimes.
I judge it by the engineer's ear
Oh wait did someone say trains
rattle rattle trains
fear is my bottom line
I must have had a dream again
About typing here

there is hope in a drop of rain.

slowing down
work I mean
I don't lose no sleep over it
a day late on my taxes
the worst year ever
was 1980
I had 17 W-2's
Took me till august to file that year
I wound up paying penalties on my penalities
I thought it would never end.

slowing
d
o
w
n

rattle, rattle
a mere crystal or two
a fossilized memory
shakes me awake

i nod off to amnesia
and shake, shake the rattle
oh yes.
once i had a hug, a smile,
shake, shake rattle
once, now, now gone

rattle mind
so much space
a train could reach Metulla
Amygdala* station
rattles past my door

for link freaks -
(*amygdala - frontal part of the brain. Host of fight or flight reflex. All external stimuli come here first. Check it out if you like: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amygdala)

Carroll Creek Visions
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
train horn moans
across fresh fodder
brick facades both
old and new, a
venetian canal flowing
behind the library
with it's cathedral ceilings
beamed & buttressed
in knotty pine, this
writing is inspired
by a cloudy sky
as night takes over
everything but my
reverie............

saturday's are quite days
no trains
too quiet begins to feel like shabitz

rattle brain
rattle a tamburine
rattle me the amygdala of a jaguar

lions and tigers and bears!
Oh my

Adult's wounded in child hood
childhood fears are the toughest
got to be repressed
to save face maybe
I don't know
going with the flow
and back yard reverie's

going to cut the tying lies
let my mind drift so blind
sail right up to the edge of it and beyond.

beyond edges
rattle...rattle
beatific morn
rattle...rattle
happy coffee
house gang
rattle...rattle
tables on the
street
rattle...rattle
sculptures on
the walls
rattle...rattle
me on the
town
rattle...rattle
empty mind
says it all
rattle...rattle