Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

hey gm... there is a yellow flower growing out of your right pit...and summer has finally come so all the windows are open around here now & when i get up in the morning on my way to turn on the coffee i stop at each open window and shout out "Hello!" no one has answered yet but i know they can hear...

and thx everyone for the good morning back!

...and there are too many cats its the egyptian connection the dreams of dark skinned people traveling in wagons who itch just enough to keep you scratching them i just heard a dead guy say about a dead girl "firm perfect ass" - pornography is for truck stops, you'll never find it at gypsy encampmen...

i know a guy ain't got a dog & when he gets lonely its just "Hey baby!, Ya wanna hog?" o jerkle cirk child out in the weeds with your crooked teeth clicking it's not your fault or your mother's ya know that ya got here this way with no place to go so hog on my friend we're related its true you with ...

thanx wireman, i appreciate your saying so. sometimes a poem gets itself expressed despite the writer who's lot it becomes to get it down...thx again wm.

its the sound of the gun leaving the holster that has always fascinated me...that slide of metal on leather...that sound for which there is no word...that sound is here...

sing it, wm, sing it...

hey and g'mornin' saw...usually when i end up writing something it means i lost the struggle to just keep my mouth shut...the piece looks at me and says with a grin "You lose,pal" & i just tip my hat & answer "you're right & you'll get no argument from me"...poems always mark the places where i have...

thank you,hest, good mornin' hello hello hello & thanks for reading...i got a colony of cushion moss for a pet ...it looks just like a tribble...i usually leave the things in the woods alone but sometimes the game belongs to temptation right from the get go...

...i don't get the title either...sometimes i start with a title and run with it...but sometimes not...i wrote this & fussed with it a bit then was stuck for a title...so i went to get a refill on my coffee. just as i set the pot down a .36 caliber navy colt went off in my head and when the bullet s...

once there was a girl with double jointed wrists she lived on a big farm at a crossroads her playmates were dire wolves six foot tall at the shoulder & 10,000 years extinct everyone told her that it was a bad idea but she just laughed & flapped her double jointed wrists at them all as she ran off to...

A Moment Ago (for doreen peri, i told you there was a poem in there, & its not the only one) thats when the lie was given to most things...thats when the anchor line was cut... he said he was just a patsy and he was but not for some mysterious conspiracy he was a patsy for all of us who had built ou...

i liked the crazy rampant wisdom of #3...

Wire - when ya can walk back up out of there we will be here -
the mingo

yeah but it does not dim in the least the sparkle of your notion...besides the man or woman with time on their hands(especially a poet or any other kind of creator)is the most dangerous & potent innovator known to humanity...