Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

that's in tampa
where the old cubans play dominoes
and listen to
readers
para subir al cielo

The symbolist re adjusts his competitive packaging

Cerebral jowls tremble
portly patrons cock heads

(a volatile property)
.. communication of inanimate object
today's new myth of age-old fable

The ululations of socialist ideologues masquerading as guardians of the universe are painful enough to hear, but deserve no sympathy.

To arms! And amputations!

green registration
came to the party
nexus of all confusion
confounding
confunction
she made me
concoctions
wild game
chili whatever
as i head for the
city of the charmed
where the citizens
bear watchin'

red nails & sunglasses
little bells, aspirators, music-boxs & hand-mills
three (plus two) um a um party
invite me to sing

Familiar
______

What is it between us dear... That you wish to be a taxi driver and I, I require a ride to the airport? Papish said he would take me there but I want to slip unseen from the city on Sunday's breeze.

Why are we familiar yet having never met.. Sartre!! Is that you? Returning from the embrace of that Romanian wench?

It is no longer a minor nusiance or humour to have you accuse me of Simone then I pull a book from the bag to read Bataille's rambling of her "grey beaver" at the end of long thighs.

What is this dear friend, this frightening comfort of our familiar?

Love,
Simone

taxi driver: well, ma´am, first time I drive in the city and I don´t have official licence to kill you!!

(mmmm... we can invite Freud too!!!!!!! )

Taxi!!!

only if he brings cigars
[leave Bill Clinton at home]
[or in the home]

come, sit beside me
dear,
in the back,
on leather seats
warmed by
bottomless
philosophies
and inverted
nipples

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