Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when the dragonflies arrive in formation
apaches hovering and armed to the teeth
like Indians twisting wire and chanting
the doom of the white man

"circle the wagons!....she said
over still too cool sanity....
the horses were restless
as the flies scattered to the
heights of Irie............

Geronimo on his pinto jacking off
the ruptured seed of a nation stumbling
a culture tumbling into oblivion
the spirit of every tree weeping

enabled by the fair, Geronimo
traded in his wattle hut for
that cadillac ride to oblivion
foundations upon which an
arch was built along the mighty
Mississippi rivers razors edge..............

zimbabwe is poem
an uhuru of inedible indelible ink
news scrapers their
to forlorn too type
cast in dies
printers rays all in a rosary
of gallows

@wounded knee
bobbles and spangles
bandanad hendrix's
juju chile

lr & wireman:- tks fer the w3rds.

cya on the other slide

Mournful apaches in the twisting Zulu wind
like mountains crying or the sun nodding off
Tribes and Democracies and Empires
rise and fade like races and species

i've slid down
and i tell ya
under is upper

tropic of capricorn
has its kicks

when you smell equator
and loop round life
you'll know the other side

that train, I waited at
the station...............
sleek.....fast.....smokin'
ready for a ride to the
wired side..............

upside down train
heads stood aghast
brief moment of doubt
then all continued in freeze motion speed

introverted popcorn
ingested by wheelies
caught the nearest want-ad
hung up
what's right
lost sight

somewhere overhead
feathered earrings tickle by
swift
dream caught
chuckling in the wind

Soo me
i love to watch Dali melt
as Icarus keeps time

.......still dangling.....my
cj still dreamin' and it tis
a rainy day.....the max ernst
of my rising star coverd with
marlene's twisted smile....
behind her ....the train?

just behind max's window, marlene crosses her legs
ernst, faust, goethe go hmmmmmmmmm
hey ya
hey ya
hey y'all

what's that wired shadow
looming round the sky?

descending has never been so bungee exhilerating

I jerk in my sleep when the dream crutches are tripped
surreal eels with lampshades lingering
the tickle of terrorist popcorn
the diplomats throw up their hands in abandon