Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

sometimes the salami will not go away
I can dream refrigerator doors
closing just the right amount of times
but once too many, and a few slices of
something that had been intangible appears,
but only momentarily until you finally trash it
years later

Gaza Gaza,that stain on my coffee table what do I know of your bleeding children, my fries too cold coffee not hot enough response- mixing, churning in cauldrons of east west pigment. Differences that hand me a better blindness of cruise missile, tomahawk, drone words dying into a tumbler yesterday ...

I'm glad you got something from those lines Saw
This poem found me on a morning walk with dog.

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the heart sways the branches
but I am more shadow than you
the rub is silk in silence
between the moments of morning
so that thin birds slip through

this is the limit of the light
mushroom and clover things
shaping their form in dry leaves
with every nothing of the world
into spring

if you have never shit on anyone's couch you're not an angry moving man the two-dollar tip running from your nose the heavy refrigerator you couldn't lift in the crook of your back the cast iron sarcastic with chipped porcelain the paydays missing you on those windy days the clouds runaway laughter ...

into the thaw of a dying winter I have come to find you beneath discarded shoes of bridges where red rust is the graffiti of the sky written in the blood of the rain you are born there looking up unspoken black in the hollow of the pipes the channeled water of the hearts infrastructure where bones f...