Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

brain toasted morning
steel bands on my windows
sunlight enters on the sly
as racket of sparrows
play the fifth branch from tomorrow

if you need a fast falafel
meetcha at 12
where the pita are warm
and the appetites are ominous
dip deep into zchug, tchina and revelry
beer's on the house


judih

i see the mystery
of a dogs bright face
and a trace of hieroglyphics
undeciphered, backward
trees, sharp instruments,
embodied explanations
in simplistic lines and
i dine on hands shaped
like leaves autumn-fallen,
glorious,
amok with
tinted blue
cheeks,
sky, like a sly
racket playing
gamble games
with me.

i welcome
spring and how
the winter fades
to grey, birds
coming to play
with seeds.

and if i didn't have add,
i'd continue the conceipt
even farther.

further is for distance, i think.
farther is for more possibilities.

i see mysteries
in tinted faces.
i welcome
seasons,

fallen
leaves

and warm pita
bread, trucks still
coming to deliver,
dogs always
there when morning
dares to burn
an X
on your
soles,
the tread,
hotsticky.

Jester speaks in
zig zag buddha tongue,
to neutral sky.
"Behold the many
me's underneath you;
it's a platitude of millions!"

Sky chuckles
at jester's dramatics,
enchanted.
"Behold my smile
in the river mirror once;
you'll never be lost again".

beneath
the tree,
all roots
connect.

beneath the sky
all trees connect

beneath beneath:
all connections

leading somewhere
now/here

everywhere i
digress

beneath the digressions
travels the heart
incognito
enraptured

beneath the structure
even the smallest residue
will suffice.................

residue of love breeds love
residue of virus breeds virus
one cell is enough

you suffice
to entice
or
to retreat

to repeat:
to entice

to entreat
entropy
under
the canopy

he not busy
bein born
is busy
dyin
(dylan)

while you're wonderin what to jam
read ch. 1 of dylan's chronicles
thanks to jim furnish
link: (oh man, this is so off topic, it's pure inspiration)
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/stor ... Id=4080202

there is nothing beneath
beneath nothing beneath
underlying currency,
nothing beneath
below, lowdown
truth, nothing
underneath
roots and silt
and though
guilt might
incite a possible
turn of soil, there is
nothing beneath
below and though
i am so reticent to admit
there is nothing more
toward the suface of
because of it than anything
below it i could ever find.

let's spread the virus.
love is a captivating
disease.

who came first
the woman or the man?

who was it
tended the apple tree?

who taught the snake
to speak?

who sold them the press
-- never used--

to make hard
cider?

love a disease?
No.

love is a cure
all.

to cut-up rimbaud --

i could never throw up
a window

on a drunken morning