Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

you are all great. thank you for the warm welcome.
yes, she she did in the pinch, the squeeze, the hug, and the slap.

hello myrna,
thanks for the vote of confidence.
achilles

WHORE


for about seven years i had

my own private whore.

for a time she saw me on tuesday

afternoons. she'd bring chocolate

and i'd provide vodka and cigarettes.

we'd have a grand time.

i'd tied her in my bed, blindfold her,

gag her, whip her, and fuck her,

sometimes in the ass.

when the ...

Two plays of mine: NEW CLAY and SAPPO AND BAGONI will be given a staged reading at Shore Institute of Contemporary Arts, 610 Cookman Ave, Asbury Park, NJ, on January 13. Showtime is 2pm. $5 donation to help the arts.
Achilles

sorry you were sacrificed for being ahead
of your time. how many books in the libary
did you manage to read before they burned
it to the ground?

CHRISTMAS POEM FOR THE BROKEN HEART

you won't get the entire poem here
no, it's been written already
somewhere else

that other place where poems are hidden
what? you expect complete disclosure
complete honesty, truth?

but it's christmas eve and we keep
the lie public

achilles

NO WHITMAN

i remember sade
first introduced to me by mary, the woman who wrecked my marriage
i wrecked my marriage with her
it was me of course
me
only me
sade sang of infidelities and "smooth operators"
i wasn't that
but i was something
something worse in the end
i did it for love
crazy notion ...

DESIGN

it seems he'd lost the design of things
the very shape of things around him
mostly it was the way the day might have design
how the streets would lead to a store or to a park
or the ocean or actually to any place at all
without design the streets led nowhere
and it was how the hours were ...

DESIGN

it seems he'd lost the design of things
the very shape of things around him
mostly it was the way the day might have design
how the streets would lead to a store or to a park
or the ocean or actually to any place at all
without design the streets led nowhere
and it was how the hours were ...

amen to that, brother

BUK

yeah, he was a boozer and a womanizer
he'd sit on stage with a small fridge filled
with beer and he'd challenge the audience
to fistfights

the great bukowski
the furnished room poet
poet of poor slobs
poet for whores and pimps
thieves and tough guys

eventually bukowski got known
and has a ...

it takes some aging to know
that being lonely with someone
is far worse than being alone

being alone allows you to have
hope for meeting someone who
is your equal

good luck and enjoy the pursuits,
the good ones and the bad
it's all good in the end

LISTENING TO BILLIE

jesus, billie
you're too good
it's so good, baby
my god, you sing "come rain or come
shine" like a saint
and that sax is, damn,
all of it, so utterly perfect
i don't want anything

achilles
2/16/10

The scene is a pile of snow in Hawaii. Solitudinous and Botch sit on the top of the unmelted pile.

Sol: It's really impossible.
Botch: I know.
Sol: Some things are entirely out of place.
Botch: I know.
Sol: I came here expecting one thing.
Botch: I know.
Sol: And got the exact opposite ...

The scene is a pile of snow in Hawaii. Solitudinous and Botch sit on the top of the unmelted pile.

Sol: It's really impossible.
Botch: I know.
Sol: Some things are entirely out of place.
Botch: I know.
Sol: I came here expecting one thing.
Botch: I know.
Sol: And got the exact opposite.
Botch ...