Johnny Masuda

Reply to Every Human Being is Perfect and Unique in Art JoeUser Forums

good stuff bro!

Reply to Masuda’s Missing Foreskin in Art JoeUser Forums

That's right. I want my foreskin back, now! Damn it! J.

Reply to The Limp in Art JoeUser Forums

outstanding. i really enjoyed this one bro. thanks. J

After Superman fucks up in Art JoeUser Forums

I called Moskowitz to talk about a book. he answered the phone like he was dropping a weight to the floor--heavy and belligerent, "Moskowitz. What do you want?" or at least that's how it should have been, fuck you, leave me alone, stop sucking all the oxygen from the air--let me breath! he's a little disappoi

Reply to The Urinal in Art JoeUser Forums

no, that's me. Love it Buddah. You know i do. Johnny

Friends in Art JoeUser Forums

sometimes I sit in wonderment at my friends. Drexel walked by me yesterday, carrying his guitar and towing Sharon the junkie wearing a sheepish smile, she was giving him a ride back to the mission for check-in. the week before she called the police, filed a restraining order, then beat the shit out of him with a broom handle—yet<BR

Reply to Bonding with my brother in Art JoeUser Forums

glad you enjoyed it. I am pretty sure that "The Essential Masuda' will be for sale at Amazon.com this coming June. I hope people are still reading. j.

My friend Adam in Art JoeUser Forums

my friend Adam answered the phone—furtive with a slight hesitation, he’s feeling things out before he commits to identifying himself, then he groans in his early morning smoke scarred baritone, “why won’t they let me do what I was meant to do?” it’s a warrior’s lament, his demons demand service in the arts of death, he want

Such ordinary friends in Art JoeUser Forums

Drexel came to visit after twenty years of being chased through the rock machine in the northwest, still the pixie rock and roller, still the genius and talent beyond his years, and it’s ready to come out. he looks a little torn around the edges, he is a refugee of the grunge wars, the last of the disaffected, cursing mono-tones <B

It crossed my mind in Art JoeUser Forums

I was standing in line at the bank waiting with everyone else to do their business, there was only one teller and she was helping an old lady, it was all so polite and courteous, Barbara, the teller, a beautiful black woman, lays the money down orderly with the quick swoosh sound of counting money fast, it was lot of

Bonding with my brother in Art JoeUser Forums

deep in the middle of the night I would track my drunken brother to sooth the worries of his mother, the weight of her silent pleading held me down low to the ground and I checked every alley, every dumpster, every nook and cranny and every large box till I would find him lost like a paper sack soaked and discarded<

When I became Johnny in Art JoeUser Forums

I had a poison clam once long ago, she had a name, but I didn’t ask, it was one of the those times when I just didn’t care and threw caution out the door and feasted on a woman who had genetically changed run-o- the-mill viruses into something with a will to kill, I.V. antibiotics and a hundred and four fever fo

Just a moment to puke in Art JoeUser Forums

my friend, Moskowitz, has a real life it has children, wife, house and a job, a real job with benefits, and he wants a moment to puke, his art is trying to escape the plastic wrap we’re born in, shed somehow the forty or so years of solidifying that has clogged his art pores, he wants, no, needs to free his wo

Norman the child molester in Art JoeUser Forums

Like the regularity of trains rambling outside my window, Norman the molester, knocks on the door nightly around eleven, it’s a ritual of mental health, he gets a little crazy—daily, I require a diet coke for each session, he sits at the edge of the couch in the dark of the living room, a small lamp on a table in the corner struggles t

It couldn't be more appropriate in Art JoeUser Forums

I wonder about the woman that gave me up for adoption, I imagine her in post-war Japan going about the business of rebuilding from the ashes of the bombings, I wonder if she was there when America dropped the bomb, was she close to Nagasaki or Hiroshima, did she see the plane as it approached, did she run in fear or watch inte

Still, they are polite in Art JoeUser Forums

I come from poor, no shame in it, just saying it, we were like urban hill folk, barefoot and pregnant, and all the characterizations that come with being white-trash poor, being poor white is worse than poor black, blacks were supposed to live in the projects and eat welfare food, take drugs and make babies, they were only g

One pack at a time in Art JoeUser Forums

how trusting of us, to believe that tobacco companies want to help us quit smoking, I see the commercials nightly, gentle kind, homey, concerned for our well-being, wanting to clean away the black lungs among us, it reminds me of some fairy tale from childhood, a kindly old man in a robe draped over his friendly demeanor offering a

Life's a bitch in Art JoeUser Forums

life is a grinder, it is relentless and keeps coming at you, no mercy, at no time, I have friends who have spent more time at the front than most polite people, they have scars where they have been bitten, time after time, but not like dog bites, nothing so gentle as that, big, giant, jagged, great white shark bites. you

Reply to Poet's lament in Art JoeUser Forums

thanks, Sweetie. j.

Reply to I'm wicked in Misc JoeUser Forums

sound's like depression. my adive is to start drinking--heavily. Smoke a lot of pot too. Oh, and see a therapist. j.

Poet's lament in Art JoeUser Forums

brando says in kurtz’s voice “you have a right to kill me, but not to judge me.” that’s the poet’s lament, this shit we write trying to tempt others with a twist of words that might unlock a fevered thought or dangerous condition, just a monosyllable to crack the brain stem and dance stripper-like one more time, i

Reply to Tell me my poem rocks? in Art JoeUser Forums

Delightfully artful! Bravo! j.

Endeavor to persevere in Art JoeUser Forums

six stories up in the dark the snow swirls and floats to the ground lake effect fluffy flakes back lit with street lights glowing yellow through the night in the distance, by the ball park, two figures dark shapes walking, trudging, stumbling, but steady, wanting to find the warmth inside and out. why are they o

Piss in the corner in Art JoeUser Forums

movie stars and t.v. actors don't look right anymore, there is an homogenization going on that is sucking the character out of culture, like scrubbing down a copper statue of it's green patina, Da Vinci veneers on every smile, even the bad guys, it feels like everything is going for symmetry, no crooked faces or knurled fingers or

Shit stains in Art JoeUser Forums

mama always said to be sure to wear clean underwear, she didn’t want anyone to think badly of us for the shit stains in our draws, just in case we got hurt she didn’t want the nurses in the emergency room to talk about what a bad mother she was for not washing our clothes till they were clean, jeans and work shirts could