perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[Hypatia]

trying to take a walk on the wild side
on the down hill side
using what I got
as much as I can
while I still got it

our biological imperative to create
lyrics to trashy honkytonk mucic running through my mind
fingers tapping to imaginary words to an country song about Believin or Not


jam rolls on
saving a chair for mingo when he comes back soon I hope

[WIREMAN]

Step by step
Tweeners
Her toes
Jammin on the barbed wire
Some act
Words trumped by wonder
What was her next move?

[Hypatia]

watch her face for clues
Carole Lombard singing orgasm

Loved to watch their faces
now I just want to dance

thinking about stolen kisses, smiles and the rape of a loch

in all my past lives I have yet to been a woman
like another species of human for me
if not for these words I would be lost to them

pretty women graveyards and a the lonesome traveler stumbles his way past true love again, all is well, amor fati

[stilltrucking]

they saymen think about sex every six secons, or so said bennie

the microrgasms of microorganisms
I wonder if women occasionally think about it too

Language of love
takes two to tango
more to life than sex
there is thinking about sex
also thinking about life
death
and a good cigar

Carole Lombard smouldering on a movie screen just inside my forehead
watching her face as her orgasms continue at twenty-four frames per second per second



Oh baby baby
my sweet red haired college girl Carnegie Mellon
she lay there all six foot statuesque oh so pneumatic
smiling smiling and saying no
I had to take her at her word
even though it seemed she was smiling yes yes yes

not good at word games with girls
never was
but I would not be her Neanderthal

how exquisite the excoriation of thirty three years since I touched a woman that way
I need to reconcile
it is over
no more yabyum for old jack be nimble
but god dam it I still want to live

Men think about sex every six seconds (re-posted from 'Go')

Postby bennie » Wed Feb 09, 2005 1:04 pm
Men think about sex every six seconds
Caution: Surface may be slippery
A car backfires pigeons scatter

Men think about sex every six seconds
There are saxaphones for sale in Cash Convertors
The blue Trongate clock says 9.35

Men think about sex every six seconds
A girl with a Pixie face gets off the bus
She had been playing with her hair for 20 minutes

Men think about sex every six seconds
George Square is a building site
The slippery slate pavement on Buchannan Street

Men think about sex every six seconds
A pretty but tired girl leans on a boy's back
He is unfolding a map and speaking German

Men think about sex every six seconds
Gordon Street has train passengers emptied all over it
Hope Street is made out of Nitrogen Dioxide

Men think about sex every six seconds
The girl that works in Nero's has warm eyes
I imagine the smell of her neck and smell my latte instead


Don't worry, man. It isn't deja vous.
well I write music review so I do:
http://www.elevationstation.net

[jackofnightmares]

where all jams run together
all the threads intertwine
the magic button
the hyperlink
submit
everything radiating out of the center of the universe in one text box one pixel by one one pixel img of nothing.


if life abhors a vacuum
a stoned mind abhors and empty text box

Visions of Cody
I wish.
Never never will be no Jack Kerouac, never have his command of prose or prosetics, but I still got hypertext mark up language
link to link
reads like a script
a conversation
yes one text box short of my dream of kerouac's dream of all this crap coming together and one text box hypertext text box and I will be redeemed

and that's what studio eight is to me
an integral part of my plan for world domination



hermits and hermeneutics
tags and meta tags
codes encoded in codes
enigmas in riddles
http://studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.p ... med#p74745

[WIREMAN]

Very interesting reaction
I'm glad I got some of that good
stuff while I was young
Buk was a crudester
I read him every night
Just about
He was in awe of the goddess
What's that word they're all calling
him these daze?
No time to look it up right now
Studying blues performers on this
Wifi connection
Missin mingo
Glad yer with me
Be back later.....

[stilltrucking]

litkicks where my old life started burning away
the fire continues on studio eight
miss mingo mucho
sad luck dame too
honored to be here with you

that pure flame
it burned so bright in Jack
I write in the flickering light of his shadow

[stilltrucking]

“my 6 foot goddess
makes me laugh
the laughter of the mutilated
who still need
love...

she has saved me
from everything that is
not here”

― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

Bukowski's wife
her pussy not tight enough for him I suppose
oh yes I still need love
but not a wife
I would be scared shitless of any woman that wanted to marry me
she would have to be bat shit crazy

I always cut my married friends slack
all I got is sisters
and that suits me fine
I would rather be her brother than her husband
I will kiss my horse instead

I pity the man without sisters
because it is a lonely life

[stilltrucking]

[WIREMAN]

Take me back
to the day
Silence hissing
Night cool
Pleasures centered
Running thru February
Place where the winds blow
and the ides reside

[stilltrucking]

It is peaceful in the square
Downtown Ukraine
All the boys have gone home
and the girls have packed up their cookies and tea pots
quiet time in the old town tonight
and that's all right

meantime back in the USSR
boys
I am gonna blow up my TV
eat a lot of peaches
and listen to the raga blues

[WIREMAN]

Know what u mean
Good day warm
Little kids was complaining
"it's cold" round bout 5
Streets fulla people
Life goin down
Readin Buk today
The shit runs deep
Hits deeper
Devouring writer
Sayin his piece
I'll leave some bomb of his at end

Saturday night
Eight 37
Time to make the street

[WIREMAN]

I b fish
I b flyin high
I b lone prairie
I b off
I b loner
I b wiring
I b flyin high
I b late
I b wondering
I b what's beyond the
comprehend
I b lighting the night
I b seeing the old
in a different way
I b listening to that
old/new each & every day

[WIREMAN]

Most nights
Experienced
Words formulating
Vision quested
Streets blocked
Freeways immovable
Arterial blockages
Appendix on wrong side
Engels never proven
Trotsky wooing Frieda
Temperate ballroom dancer
Tested on trampolines
Swizzle stick removed
A bleeding knot
Rabbit ran thru the hole
Hidden in asunder
Life under the big hat

[stilltrucking]

Buk is expensive
almost bought a copy of his poems collection
college bookstores at you better schools all stock Buk

ten years ago no maybe thirteen it was about $18 bucks, I put it off.

Hard to write about Buk, I don't know if I can focus my anger so well

You said it pretty well
all that changed anything was the poetry and the art
new way of seeing through the eyes of the young
to hear what the children hear

I wonder did buk have kids, don't matter, he has many children born into seeing what's new, good and bad.

running from those head man
he is after my head
I don't read Buk much anymore, I just watch the news.