Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The Rudiments of Percussion

momentary yin yang
tension stretched against emptiness
the ache and the echo of a blow
timing is everything

I prowled the fringes of
complete ecstasy today
playin' the whole arsenal over and over...in reverie.......

wild eyed horse
snorting fire, neath the boughs
of skinned buffaloes
racing across the sun
the only sun, the sun of suns

wild smoky eyed horse
spotted with the blood of neighbors
neigh, neigh, burrs

under saddle, reined
wild eyed snort

Snort!

put in a period he says
but I have no period to put, she says...

Only dots...

snort the legends
up nostril's path
direct rush to head
off the rustling leaves
fallen beneath
caged goats hopes
hopping in cerebral rhythms
destiny revealed
in patterns lost without
words humming thru
empty locked ness

the bead is hollow too
that's why it loves the string
opaque and transparent at once
the bead
wants to be strung out
and knotted at the end

locked ness monster
a legend in his own mind
release the goat, free the goat!!!
monkey see, monkey do
do do the monkey!
rat a tat tat...

the bead seed need
forever strung out
and over the lens
cascades of fringe
acrid fumes of incense
dollying toying
the in CAN Do scent
resembles the bead
glass blown
from sands
of many colors
prisms schisms jisms
spewed from deep earth
pits of lust just puss

nested bombs above Lockerby
Ireland shaking from the percussion
what does the monkey know?
it'll all come out in court

holy, holy, holy
'bede' from the word for prayer
wholly, holey, holy


knot and crimp, pressure
crimp, pull, string
bead me baby

adorn me with your songs, your words, your dance the light
a beaddango
waltz me across Texas with the shotgun cloudy skies
bead me, string me along
twirl me in your flame, play your games, bead me
holy, holey hole

i want to hear the piano
played in the bar
that i want to be in

i want to hear the flute
in the halls of the bar
that i want to be in

i want to hear the voice
behind the piano and flute
in the bar i want to be in

i buy the drinks
for those that play
while i will stay
in the bar i want to be in

i'll toast the crowd
and kill my proud
over and over in
the bar i want to be in

she said "yer not a regular
yer a fixture here!"...true barfly
the bard ....drop in a dime..a
rolling rock will do, play that
funky beat on your monkey drum..........

my ceramics falter in the fire and crack at times
I reach with my tongue for molten bubbles
like champagne in a piano bar
the lonely chanteuse and the price of drinks

I think I'm in love, but you never know about these things
the keyboard tinkles and the lady sings
the beads from a broken necklace
dance upon the floor

winter's approach
i want, i need, i desire
to sqeeze the life from this moment
like a lemon, squeeze time
compress the best
for time is fleeting and hard to catch
it flies, it soars...it goes faster than Superman!
time, precious moments, swifter than a swift
i want to be someplace i'm not?
here is where i want to be...

i want to talk of politics
and hopes and dreams,
objectivity and preconception
and voiding it.

i want to talk of love
and retirement and work,
yukon lights
on a northern canvas.

i want her to agree with me,
too...