Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

straight down the drain?
woahhhhhhhh... that's
no way to travel, my friend.

both 11:11
sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzz
let's "JAM!" D!

takin it to beyond the
down D.......................traveling to the inner reaches
of understatement unintended..............the down
is always before up......no?

Fill the hot tub up.
Plug it. Take a piece of
Ivory soap. Put a toothpick
in it. Take a leaf from a tree
outside. Drape it on the
toothpick. Sail on the bar.
Ivory floats. Do not pull
the plug. Clean travel.
Bring a fishing pole.
Catch a few bubbles.
Catch a few rays.
Sip a few suds.
Catch a bit of a buzz.
Get naked. Climb in.
Sail on, sail on!
What a trip!

Today has been a trip, alright!
I've been illustrating a package.
Soaring healthcare costs.
Bills line the clouds.
Eyestrain from pixels.
Never arose from the chair.
Took a vacation in my head.
Went everywhere.

that was some poetics
rope a soap....slip and slide
me watchin wise guy
and tryin to put it
in the next gear
that was quite a poem D....a gem!

I'm painting a picture of a clown.
He's scaring the hell out of me.
His face is painted white. He elicits
fright and deception. He wears a
jet black top hat. The neck of his
garment is fireworks. He has an
evil eye. His smile is ominous.
He represents Misperception.
I can see a flag shooting out of his
hat but I cannot control the brush
and hues. He is staring me down.
He is looking for you.

When I finish details of his chalk-faced
grin, lips colored with blood, I will put
him on display to illustrate my trip
to the carnival.

The ticket taker was a liar.
He promised fun and enjoyment.
He taunted me with a cheap price.
He took my every penny.
When I entered the gate, I expected
a loving embrace from the fat lady.
But I ended up in a hall of funny mirrors.

The clown stands for Deception.
He is the illustration of a carnival.

I worry that when I die, I will
meet him in person. I am tempted
to burn the painting.

love,
Dorian Black

I took a trip one time

to

Woodstock

Lightning Rod wrote:I took a trip one time

to

Woodstock

Geee arf arf
arf (said the dog in delight iof his master--the word)
arf arf a-hoo a-hoo
sound waves of madness

lrod on flute
a delight at the
beguine of night.............

WIREMAN wrote:lrod on flute
a delight at the
beguine of night.............

last ass holes in
mind and drug induced
stupid little robin hood!
and his maerry theives a great
and the knioghts of the
round heticgone
and far gone
way gone
lost

I saw that clown on the outskirts of San Antoine
spare changing my freedom screaming of justice on a white megaphone.
Lord know his evil grin scared me to death as I lit a smoke
eating my last burger, just spent my last dime on a coke
when he said, “You know its all your fault
Should of went to Vietnam and fought
and died like a good American.
Now your just another fucker without a friend”
I got to wondering why the clown without a circus or parade
and then the truth began to shimmer and fade
sucked into his dead eyeballs showing the fires of hell
I sucked the last of the clean air and let it expel
before thumbing a ride to Nashville to sing of freedom on the run
but to this day I never look to clowns to deliver fun.
I always go to circuses carrying a gun.

Inspired by Doreens poem about the clown, I loved it. "C"

no, stupid
not the destination
but the journey

the road
with labia laid wide
moist as a rabid flower

have I been here before?
as often
as I will be hare again

show me, show me
show me
where the rubber meets the road

chicken shit died from
falling sky!

[that's a terrific clown poem, iblieve! ]

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It's one big trip.... keepin' on keepin' on the journey.