Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

he was wrong
he was rongwrong
there's more to it than that
more than a paraphrase
more than a signature on a page
he was right
he was ritewrite
a can of soup
pre-packaged goop
redi made and whipped
streamlined and stripped
prince charmin says
write your poetry on scrolls

Picasso had a signature more precious than art
and apart from Warhol who could package farts
my words will survive in digits and thin air

tin can alley

kick the can
kick my ass
kick ass poem

but about that title

good morning! today is another day. schwing batter batter!

yeah no need to tell Clay when he hits a homer
but sometimes I got to pull him over
make sure he still has his poetic license
check his figurative language
like when he compares security guards to the gestapo
just a personal problem for me.

my poetic license was revoked long ago

are you attempting to foment insurrection? who put the ape in apricot? that's what i'm trying to figure out. must i travel to texas instead of kansas? oh mama, can this really be the end...

"when you are swerving on life's highway, you are running someone off the road" some Texas troubador nobody here ever heard of.

Clay said:

my poetic license was revoked long ago

Well, I will remember that the next time you claim it is okay because you have the poetic license to write about being nigger rich.

Who issues those poetic licenses anyway? Certainly not the DMV, or any other government body.

Last time I was stuck outside of Mobile
camped close of the world's dirtiest coal powered plant
fighting with Mercury and my ambitions
I surrendered to poetry and went back to Texas

Some states are called second chance states
California
move there and you are in a hwole new bag

Waltzing across texas
as holy a ground as I know
been in and out of texas since 1968
Texas is my land of infinite chances
This whole country is


World unto its own music
I got to google that whitman
poem
about the wanderer

I did not want to come back to texas this time Clay
I had a happy home in the shenandoah valley
but am at home anywhere
This whole greasy oily dirty still beautiful planet is my home.

Do me a favor
I am not comfortable with the macho manly humor
you know
I am a hell of a nice guy clay
I don't want to beat anybody up
you make some odd comments some time
especially when you get in pissing contests with "the lazy bear"

Just looking at the shape of Texas
how can you not love it?
It's as unique and distinctive as the land and the weather

I'm not as nice as you are, Jack
yes, I say things in odd ways
Jim Bowie wasn't even born here
but he died here with a knife in his teeth

brother in law song to the tune of mother in law
the bear
native texan
his family name on the wall at the alamo
he tells me his great great grandfather was a carpenter
at the alamo
he built himself a back door
split for baltimore.

just a family joke


this looking into each other's eyes is a chick thing I think, we (me and the bear) hardly ever look each other in the eye when we talk, only occasionaly maybe because of something that is said or the tone of how it was said, will bring our eyes together
I would say that might be a universal masculine trait except for our fearless leader in washington, who is fond of looking putin in the eyes.

Good poem
what the hell is the point of telling you that
trying to think if I might have anything worthwhile saying about it beside chit chat.

Actually two poems, the first one is fun to listen to
the second meaning full

About that drink in San Marcos
We could move it a little closer to big D, Hillsboro?
I wonder if they still have that liquor license at Carl's Corner?

threads get tangled up here like a bowl of linguine. that's cool; i like linguine. i leave it to greater minds than mine to sort it out.

well got the linguine behind the eyeballs syndrome to day
no great mind
just the word's greatest truck driver
no sense being humble about that.

The first poem that was fun to listen to
was yours dino
the second one that was so meaning full for me was clays

that is why this is so confusing I gueess cause I am
I thought both poems were Clays

clear as mud

gypsyjoker wrote:
About that drink in San Marcos
We could move it a little closer to big D, Hillsboro?
I wonder if they still have that liquor license at Carl's Corner?

I am told that Willie Nelson has bought Carl's Corner. I'm sure they probably have a liquor license, they at least have a bio-fuel licence.

Carl sold me the property on which I built my dome.