Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

where are the kiddies?
did someone get a sitter?
are they bombed out in iraq?
are they starving in sudan?
are they outside looking in?
maybe they are planning a
R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N-!
Viva Zapata!...bring on the shoes!


gotta run...will be back...will be...will...

nekid as a jay bird
you flip flop tap dance
across the empty minds
hanging like a cross
grumpified

turn, turn, turn around
see what lays...or do you see lies?
in front of you...

lush ness monster

mtmyd fucks up again
in the whirlwind spin

(mtmynd wrote the above...not me, when he posted under my nome de plume) He is rather hard on himself, neh?

he noted her notes
played them again
a symphoney, a fluke
trial by err or
she noted, he noted
they noted them note
no ting, no thing noted
soomi brush off
in black on white



(trying to cram it in before "Origins" on PBS...starts soon at a TV near you!)

winter's approach i want, i need, i desire to sqeeze the life from this moment like a lemon, squeeze time compress the best for time is fleeting and hard to catch it flies, it soars...it goes faster than Superman! time, precious moments, swifter than a swift i want to be someplace i'm not? here is w...

holy, holy, holy 'bede' from the word for prayer wholly, holey, holy knot and crimp, pressure crimp, pull, string bead me baby adorn me with your songs, your words, your dance the light a beaddango waltz me across Texas with the shotgun cloudy skies bead me, string me along twirl me in your flame, p...

locked ness monster
a legend in his own mind
release the goat, free the goat!!!
monkey see, monkey do
do do the monkey!
rat a tat tat...

put in a period he says
but I have no period to put, she says...

Only dots...

wild eyed horse
snorting fire, neath the boughs
of skinned buffaloes
racing across the sun
the only sun, the sun of suns

wild smoky eyed horse
spotted with the blood of neighbors
neigh, neigh, burrs

under saddle, reined
wild eyed snort

Snort!

nature laughs
tossing hurried canes at limp wristed justices
who bemoan the swamp bugeyed manatees
scarred by motors
nature is cooking up a big barbeque
i hope you'll come
bring your birthday suit
roast a weenie
as we dwell in the house of the lordy!
Forever...

the cork floats in the flow
tumbled past
a river of mind

pop the cork
dim the lights
light the candles
the parties on
party on
(mogoloid tuvalo flute players
in the background)

in the big red chair he sits
waiting for a turn

i, submit...

submission, submit, remit the transmission
play another round of dos y does
dance in the conga line of life
tango my mango

you sit in that big red chair, grinning
a shock of white hair like picasso
you birth ideas, painting on monitors
yellow tees, jeans worn, eyes, eyes blued
you sit in that chair where i love you

i talk to myself because isn't it always the voice you want to hear the most one that comes from deep within the extention cord mind, the plugged in the voice you want to hear... my son, an alien being who talks outloud his self a mutiple selves and aren't we all? not embarassed or cowed by others h...