perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

Post by **WIREMAN** » February 28th, 2008, 8:45 pm

wired to 55
today-o
made it
who's a thunk it
limitations
no imitations
invitin jam
always
get sticky!

Post by **WIREMAN** » March 3rd, 2008, 9:30 pm

live jam
jam alive
jam naked
lick it and stick it
wear flowers in
yer hair
be beat
be repleat
and jam!

Post by **stilltrucking** » March 4th, 2008, 11:53 am

it's a wild ride
no_where to hide
when you GO live

Post by **WIREMAN** » March 5th, 2008, 10:57 pm

after the bbq
the screwdrivers and
the white russian dessert
i lay me down to rest.................

Post by **stilltrucking** » March 6th, 2008, 3:22 pm

thinking about giving this a rest
rest in peace
my litterary ambitions
to make money from writting
to make money from music
to make money from the practice of medicine

is there a diference
right lively hood
maybe I have to examine my protestand work ethic
Still trying to understand
but I respect that some here take writting more seriously than I do

yeah no where to hide when you GO live
your scroll backwords and wince
when the truth hits your eye like a big pizza pie

I am still crazy
money talks
bullshit walks
this is really about my experience at lit kicks

I wanted to be a paperback writer.

now I just want ta jam till the cows come home
and stay up a little longer
jam my life away
in perpetuity
>>>.submit

Post by **WIREMAN** » March 9th, 2008, 9:07 am

the in perpetu
the now
constant
the flow beat
and tina is
the goddess
pure

Post by **stilltrucking** » March 9th, 2008, 2:20 pm

I lost my way here wirman
I am thinking about this post you will makee later to day

mnaz at the top
of the page
j & D jammin
others disappearin

is this the thread that you are refering to because he aint on that one unless I got stoned and missed it.

this is what I replied to you there
but I wondered if you were here.
still trying to find the Mnaz GO you refer too.
this is a reply that I will have made to you later today.

at the bottom of page four at this point in time, in space I could be anywhere.

I done see no mnaz at the top of this jam
I dont see him on this jam at all so far

I could go for concord grape ny state wine and some bitter herbs

you must be pointing another thread I suppose

Vodka would be nice
myers dark rum and egg nog
I been drinking vodka straight
and soaking my crotch in ethyl alcohol

sorr y wired one
I am thinking about genies
and how they occasionaly piss on the pilars of science

Post by **WIREMAN** » March 9th, 2008, 8:45 pm

sand dunes by mnaz
my favoright banner
@ the top
maybe we should just
leave it there for awhile

i sat down to write a poem
about death which for me is
just a another trip like birth......

ron ray
~~~~~
lost a compadre
o he couldn't
perform no mo
shakes ain't no
good when your
blowin' jazz horn
he will always be
a compadre
white hair ponytail
w/fumanchu
playing off the words
of the "damn poets!"
he used to say
then one day the
conversation &
frustration talk was
the same as the
day before
cheap beer
shots of tequila
and teddy's chicken
wings couldn't hide
the shame, so he
just wasted away
a decision
not a pretty sight
but i'll always
remember him as a
gentleman
a gabriel
barfly supreme
when we'd walk
into any bar in
baltimore
it was like being
with royalty
rest in peace
ron ray

Post by **stilltrucking** » March 9th, 2008, 9:30 pm

rest in peace ron ray
you left a few friends
who will always hear you

been a while since stevie died. I wrote a snippett for his daughter maybe a eulogy.

I am goiwing to bow down and worship a librariar, a muscian, an artist and a poet, and a teacher

do I have a beat
is there a song in there
for the people who have given so much
and got so little

life and death always on my mind
we all got so old
that old gang of mine
standing on teh corner of Collington Ave and Baltimore street
"we were rough and ready guys
but oh how we could harmonize." four tops?

"lies all lies
I am a truck
I own you"SP

I am down on my luck
and I cant harmonize
my graduation class four hundred people
Mr Trainor our music teacher was rehearsing us for the commencement exercises. After about a week of trying to get me to sing in tune or time with everyone else he finally told me to just lip synch. He must have bodaciaous hearing because every once in a while he would stop us and say, TIlles are you singing again.

gimme me a beat boys to free my sould
go goin gone submit>

Post by **stilltrucking** » March 9th, 2008, 9:55 pm

I got the quote about the truck owning me wrong
it is from an Anne Sexton poem, When Jesus Suckled, I think I read some where it is a bad poem. A website called when bad poetry happens

Sexton dismissed
but I was happy to see
litkicks included her in the top ten list.

oh well
It was a long Sunday. worked the grave yard shift
but I got a nap
Still I feel I can sleep the just

funny what a poem can do
first read it on the east coast one winter on cape cod
no not cape cod, a small town outside of Boston
Revere beach. Loved that cold ocean beach
Never forget pickles
and the Ship WReck salon
pretty woman
but you she was twenty nine years old
and she got dumped by her longtime boyfriend
the one she dumped her husband for
the boy friend dropped her for a later model

she found me at the Ship Wreck saloon
I was the most rediculous man she could find
she was out for revenge
and I was in love
short romances seemed to be my speciallity
back then

in the mellow morning light coming through the frosted windows from the atlantic sunrise
I turned to her and smiled "good morning"
And she said "your an ass hole"

I feel like fangio
at the end of his career
"it is finished"

even so
it was a very good year for big city girls.

Post by **mnaz** » March 11th, 2008, 2:06 am

stilltrucking wrote:she found me at the Ship Wreck saloon
I was the most rediculous man she could find
she was out for revenge
and I was in love
short romances seemed to be my speciallity
back then
in the mellow morning light coming through the frosted windows from the atlantic sunrise

Indeed. planet seems to be shrinking, or is that my imagination?

Post by **stilltrucking** » March 12th, 2008, 5:30 pm

Maybe the world is shrinking
Surely I am shrinking

You read a poem
then thirty years go bye
just like that

and one day you wake up
and realize you never really read it at
all
"I am a truck I own you"
so true

She had a book of poetry
Anne Sexton

I can still remember the sweet feel of her inner most self against my penis
And the poem still lingers with me

this all happened in 1974
The year I fucked a black widow spider

and I did not know then
my love life was over

I had discovered where babies come from
Nothing like an abortion to kill a romance

this is all good
good for me

I am rock
I am an island

Preacher Jack
Ship Wreck Saloon
ring any bells

How many more years
will this lonely life keep dragging on

I can't wait to get started again
But I go to play this hand out

It is the only game in town.

Post by **WIREMAN** » March 12th, 2008, 5:52 pm

harmonica flow
pushing....driving
across the great
divide
her with the
kitty cat voice
me with my harp
pushing
jamie on claves
"wings of the moth
give me strength
belly of the butterfly
allow me to love"

Post by **stilltrucking** » March 12th, 2008, 5:55 pm

It is a small world
She could read this some day
She was not a black widow spider
She was a beautiful and kind woman
Was? I hojpe she still is.

The only black widow was my drug crazed hallucination
That cause me to bliss out and lose the condom
To her pain and suffering.

A go is not just happy thoughts
A go is not just beautiful images
A go is life
Life is a GO
My go is in the wind
A silent wind
that blows no ryme nor reason
Just these words
marching to a different drummer
"What would you do if I sang out of tune"

Post by **WIREMAN** » March 12th, 2008, 6:26 pm

~GO! ~GO! matsu
bellow out
from the guts
to yerself
for yer friends

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