Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

lost lenore's in baltimore
the muse sings
through cobblestones
and the plumes of tugboats,
in patterson park she spoke to me
there, in the halls of mnemosyne
poet, wayward son
sing of the polis
the city of your birth

el centro
el problemento
assiago del fuego
bossa villanova del flagranto
basta. basta!!
no amore
no tequila amor
cagliostro
presto!

thanks! men like us will live forever

other than his word i had no way of ascertaining the truth yes, i had doubts, and these doubts, no doubt pointed to a maturity on my part a sharpening of intellect that comes with scholarship and experience the story had to be scrutinized held up to objective analysis pared down, deconstructed the e...

but what if i speak too soon
should i stop and consider
should i contemplate, pick
each word as if an oyster's pearl
hem, haw
guffaw
i'll be dead before i know it

i thought i missed the city too - but it was a city of the mind. a construct of memory and emotional imprints. it's a ghost town.

wayward and forlorn - urban birds have it rough

chit-chit!

chitter-chitter hop-hop get a load of that nut chit-hop that ain't no peanut a filbert? no i always confuse filberts with acorns chit-hop n'scurry and acorns suck - i'll eat them don't get me wrong, but it is not my nut of choice hey rudy! you ever see a nut like this before hop-hop chitter-chit loo...

in the long run it was a short run. truck on, sailor!

if i kill the weeds where they live deep in the crevasses and chasms of random fortune then i would deprive myself of the pleasure of whacking them into a fine powder to mix in the atmospheric flux and folly the joy of the robin that goes be-boppin along the whippoorwill and the swizzle-stick the av...

looks wild! have you seen frankenweenie?

texas jack and mingo - that's a trip and a half! let's hit the alamo and stir some shit.

i just had me an oatmeat sammidge.

hit the road and i'm gone - baby driver