#1- Kick out da word jam

[judih]

a sudden semi-trailer backs up in the wind
it's all political
a wild-eyed green van
passes 17 toyotas from the right
all political
finger up
rear-view mirror down
spittin coke bottles
crumpled speedin tickets
blinded by the west sundown sky

all political
we sing minuets in G
eyes closed

all political
that's as political as it gets

judih

[Doreen Peri]

i have written minuets
to starlings, fingers
daring ivories with
rain dances

[Doreen Peri]

i will dance
outside a teepee haunt
for huddled children
wrapped in blankets,
blind to storms
or to invisible tribes
who have vanished
into dustwind,
never reappearing

[WIREMAN]

I will dance outside
upon buffalo hide
round and round bass
drum in hand and bells
on my ankles...no movement
nor chance for sound ignored
throat singing electric resonance
I will dance outside

[wylde]

bird handgrenades explode
branches with song
unbecome begot by
feathers sauntered
through wiggling wams
unforgot

[Lightning Rod]

Time Out!

just to announce

that WIREMAN wins the prize for the 2000th post to StudioEight.tv

(you can pick up your Caddy tomorrow)

[WIREMAN]

suddenly the tune changes .....off key....birds caw....caw and cackle in the brush.....exotic strains....sounds full....begat.....

[wylde]

chest nuts hair their threads
woven matted on unwiped
sounds

[wylde]

whoa! wireman is wired!

[Doreen Peri]

two thousand feathers
on a chief's headdress,
forgotten children barefoot
in mud piles,
weather, the plagued maiden
threatens terra firma,
thunder rolls drum

i am the young earth
preparing soil for spring's
arrival, unbegotten, hidden
beneath snow

the tribe hides
behind shaman rituals.

i am rich with heritage,
feathers on my father's
headdress, the daughter
of seasons

[WIREMAN]

sounds full....unwiped sounds
barking....rumbling....trying to
catch the sun.....sounds you and
me in tune....sounds even improvised
create jam-nation.....unity....ultimately
magic.............

[Doreen Peri]

commercial breaks
interrupt tv dinners
wrapped carefully
with aluminum foil

and just when the white man
was about to steal the red man's
land.

[wylde]

a sun of moons gaunt eyes
browse fallow hearts
unshining in hollow
wholes

[judih]

tin foil feathers
rattle in the rain
dance all, wiley wired coyotes
howlin in the star lit eve

a cast of cloud
shimmers in full-moon hum
whispering to thousands

[Doreen Peri]

whole holes
in chambers
beat remainders
of aorta rush --
such are dreams
of hollow pleads
to beg the return
of love.