Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

stilltrucking
not as in
stilllife
with trees

cont..

we met later
under a bridge where he conceded
to soften his eyes for another.

dylan crept
into my minds eye
when youth dared
to tear the lies to shreds

maybe the poet
didn't mean it literally

bang!

what post would be greater than compost
for without it all else
becomes impossible

it was only for a moment
that i recognized
the air i breath today
came out of so much clay

and then i forgot
and became i

panta rhei
sings
sunsets and rises
that bookmark
dutifuly
the strands
of dna's time

the truth inhaled
is cleaner
than taboos impaled
thru
the heart of knowing

the stegosaurus
beat even god to the bonepile
and built the mantle
upon which He could write his tale

like most
i have learned nothing from history.
but the now..
the now is
the place
to change the past
for good.