Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

some young dude was about to walk past me in the supermarket parking lot and i saw he had a T-shirt on that had a jack kerouac face on it and it said jack kerouac as i walked by i could not help but say "hey jack kerouac" and the dude in shades turned and said: " you are the second person to say tha...

my heart seeks a rock to fall into yet not become like a stone that sings in a pond of mirrors that drink themselves into a somber bliss so intense that all the magazine covers applaud my folly as a indian maiden floated up to touch me at the rocks fire of the lips opening to allow cheek bones to tu...

ashtrays with chewed gum and half sucked mints a piano silent now in the days old black magic a little sunlight sneaking through a crack in a slamed shut window in the back some sheets of scribbled notes resting on a stool yes the silent space still has some lingering trace of last night's jam the s...

yeah rice marks
but now she's got a new face
literally

imagine that stars are light coming through john lennon like juju eyeballs like movin up slowly like nothing exists shine on existanz shine on abby road moon he blues his mind out in the stars hadn't noticed the lights had changed a thousand holes in yesterday imagine if you can your a blues john yo...

joans and jones bones and henry and june
stop in for a hot body
and sing to the cats
in the alley
to tell the Allen
it goes well beyond the Blues
the Burroughs and the Naked

like walkin through Kerouac alley and i don't have a care in the air in the Kerouac air in the happy connections words really sang, really got the hang of it, really made is, is poetry floatin in the air following you down Kerouac alley any way by the jazz in your walk in your talk in your opening l...

i cat's eye marble
roll nine

i past senseless pasts
saw my future gestalt self
somewhere here now
on the main street bus
a thousand lives stream by
lived in dust jacket window
lookin out at dream filled city
like a shattered crystal ball

i roll a shard of night the lights on
everybody

i use to think i had em smarts, i wonder what kind of taking of pains taking of staking my claim to some some then them some use to be things could be so smart and dumb looking but not seeing and the more i looked only in the art did i see what i use too, some field of reality comin and goin if i wa...

in days gone by in a whisper of voids tinkle on blue smooth air hush and intake slow change in direction moving now toward its centre everywhere tiny spears of grass draw breath as pain staking strokes of brush letters are made in haste no waste yet with mindfull art done in fullness to the task to ...

a kiss perhaps flies around the world looking for a cheek that needs a pair of lips cept this is only a etheric kiss sent as a breath of possibility from some imaginary union of body and soul i in my daydream of a butterfly transformed into a kiss have yet still a Kafka wish that a kiss of life will...