perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

me too
I don't know no mo

tiger gotta to hunt shark gotta swim man got to understand
HA
alamo rose usta say if you can make a living doing something you love
well that's all there is

Unlce Fudd usta to say
all we can hope for in this world of chances
is happiness in work and love

Anna Akhmatova usta say
if you cant give me love give me bitter fame

I would rather be
if I had my druthers
sailing my skipjack
fishing for dollars

[stilltrucking]

for some reason this thread gets reversed on my puter
I post and then when the screen refreshes it takes me back to the first page in December of 04. No matter how many times i reset the sort button to sort by date it still does the same now I got so I like it that way

Here is what kicked up after my last post

writers need to apply

Postby Axanderdeath » Tue Dec 21, 2004 4:23 pm
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any fucking job
bad ones good ones, there are too many of us.

Become a critic.
you know like ebert and that dink rupert.
watch more t.v.

NEVER READ!
it will sap your creative juice.
but milk your self when you are lonely.

[WIREMAN]

always the water creeps in
makes its way
opens any door
mr. Holmes an inspiring force
he needed Watson like a
bee needs honey or a man
needs wire, it's all in the
movie for everyone to see......

[stilltrucking]

not so much a seep
as a weep
he ain't heavy
he is just our baby brother

i am thanking thanking thanking for mingo startin that ZUIhitsu

I ain't in this jam for love nor money
fame maybe
cause i love those banana flavored pellets they reward the chimps with back in the pysch behavior labs

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[stilltrucking]

on the blue side of the evening
when the darkness takes control
you start looking for a reason to take your lonesome
down the road, that old hillbilly highway goes on and on

steve earle sound track

road beckons
I saw his taillights flicker
ans he headed down the road


am i lonesome tonight
if that's what it takes to be a writer
to have this inner voice that none can hear but me
or maybe a few perfect strangers on the internet
sometimes when I go months withlout writting much I think
lordy but I glad i am done with that
and I get up and struggle for the legal tender another day
and when I am able scroll these studio eight text boxes I am satisfied
my heart beats steady and sure to the sound of someday

[WIREMAN]

the loneliness of the
long distance writer
not a runner in sight
Han Shan....Ryokan.....jack the man
yeah he was an alkie, but so what
loneliness just a state of mind
it takes intelligence to be lonely, oh yeah
unless u cry in your soup
the wire where ur lost, now that's lonesome
work with all them worker bees
now that's pure chaos
almost got me, but I'm back now
till I die I figure, gots to eat, pay the bills, oh yeah
what is this thang we called jam?
essence, the cream.....what u put on toast?
it's sticky for sure......yet smooth as a baby's bottom
flowing, oh yeah! never confusing, to the point, the precipice
ready to take off and fly, higher and higher, yeah baby light my fire
just perhaps you'll see the other side
peak around the corner of what it be
oh say can't u see
bombs bursting in air
it damn sure ain't square
wooly bully, wooly bully...watch me now....watch me now!......

[stilltrucking]

after all these years
I am still alive
gonna cut the tying lies
watch me fly

jamdelicious and nutritious
watching wireman now

[WIREMAN]

11:11 am.
all good chillens
go to heaven
non believers to the 7-11
oooooo baby it's cold outside
baby shrieking behind me wahhhhhhhh!
ain't no non believers in a fox hole
changing to decaf now
liking a bit of cream in
my cuppa joe these daze
here's a rather voluptuous sculpture for you all

[stilltrucking]

the good been in heaven since the beginning . . .(dharma bums)

lotta belief these days
true believers believing in things that would be hard to believe even in Utah
but I don't lose no sleep over the lies
i sleep like a baby
I get up every two hours and cry

voluptuous day in May
my calendar lies to me

[saw]

getting too familiar
with strangers in white coats
tho sometimes they're blue
these visits to union memorial
or good samaritan, it's all the same
they have this fetish for sticking
you with pointy things, and stealing
your blood, like it's nothin', like
taking blood is normal, but
the cab rides at 3 am are smooth
no one around to slow yer roll, it's
amazing what we can get used to

[stilltrucking]

ouch

thinking about your post to soozen
what we are here for
who among us has the courage to stare into the abyss of that dark sea within us

if my words were morphine
maybe I could be a comfort
I am not too far from those ambulance rides
I will follow in your shoes any day now
in the meantime, I am okay
and you are not
so I am just going to celebrate everyday you can get used to it


jamnation
undergod
libertyjustice
forall god's chillun
even the swamp critters

[stilltrucking]

sometimes
when my fingers are on the keyboard
I can feel the electrical hum
a trillion-electron-volts
as if my fingers were tuned in to play this keyboard
just a jitterbug keyboarder
tappy type dancing to the sound of the hum
what it might feel like to an electric guitarist
dont know
Music is god
musicians are priests
some are even saints

[WIREMAN]

Dynamo hummmmm....
out of my mind
hooked up but not here
keypads just too small
no fun on a smart phone
so I read threads no sign in
come home watch YouTube
zone out
yawning right now
I'll get something going on the weekend

[saw]

sometimes I wonder how much more
my fingernails can take, the arc of youth vanished
like a beautiful day, the nets have withered
from salty sweat into dry rot, the security
of muscle languished, contentment
has a wrinkled face, but fear has fallen overboard
I'm ok as anyone can be, an old model
they stopped making, but keeps running
like a '67 Dodge Dart, yes, I am a human Slant Six
peace and love are my companions, my eyes
prismatic, this a phase no one could anticipate
a good spot away from toil...I write poetry
stroke the big strings of mellow yellow
smile like the cousin of Alice's cat
get down like a dirty dog, sleep like a dreaming baby
what a wild ride...no big deal if the parachute don't open
I'll just fly

[WIREMAN]

a fool in April
sincere or sin
funny how that reads
conjured
the jury's out
wondering
waiting
passed me by
fast lane symphony
phony actions
illusions and solitude
explanations where none
are needed
supersede the superior
tangle the negative
how many more years
dreams asunder
activity on full tilt
feast or phantom
why all the hurry
hurricane or himicane
a boy named Sue
nothing really matters
flipped on the razors edge
sense or non
catching the drift