Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

put em up
lift the jam bones
drummin into djembe soft patter
barefoot dancin spoken tremulo
chorus cool
jam for barry
in sudden rising rhythms
jam

my bones are bereft
and i wish i knew
its me against the i dont know
as in they know and i dont
can i find the inbetween
the earth has its own
as the universe
should i cry foul
or does the magnitude
make me seem silly

the jam jams,
the blue berries, blue berries
the plum plums, the orange oranges
the poem poems, the foam foams
the duck ducks, the yuck yucks,
the onion, onions, the sneeze sneezes
the freeze freezes, the fart farts, the cart
cart carts, the horse horses, the Dada
Dada's, the cha cha, cha chas, the Rabbi
Rabbi's, the begger beggers, the flasher
flashers, the yiddish yiddishs, the Kabbalah
kabbalahs, the Bible Bibles, the dirty mag,
dirty mags, rags rag, raga ragas,
the gipsy, gipsies, the singer, singers,
the Bard, Bards, the Dylan Dylans, the
chilin, chilins, the wire , wires

the honey, honey's

squeezing the orange
juice, juicier
rowing the river
against the current
mouthing mantra, steady steady
a million comic balloons
rising in laughter
hail helium, higher, highest
into the alpine
alive, alive

the drag, drags, the bag bags
the cool cools, the fool fools
the chair chairs, the care cares.
the fair fairs, the ash, ashes
the rose, roses, the crow crows
the ho ho's the blow blows,
the know knows, the row rows
the dig it, dig its, the snap fingers
snaps fingers, the Mingus, Minguses
the Warhol, Warhols, the groove,
grooves, the ace, aces, the ass
asses, the razmataz, razamatazes
the high five, high fives. the dive
dives, the living end, living ends

life begins again, again
interruption, correlation
registration, one more time
hip hip whore ray
retroactive day
mercurial pursuits
wanderlust recruits
here today, gone tomorrow
back again, refried sorrow
mix me a bag a tricks
got my belly fixed
feedin on hope and bitters
twist a lemon, shakes and jitters

life in jerks and quirks
coming in to the sound of Dizzy's crazy horn and big band rythms
listen to the music Barry

so tell me whatcher thinkin
is life a joke or are we sinkin
is it funny or too weird
what's it sayin, what you heard
i sense the waves that keep on flowin
the truths we think we knowin
all a float on cataclysms
our altars and our wisdoms
a node of yes, a time of quest
settling back to body rest
a simple snooze on an evening's end
a touch of empathy, a loving friend
roderigo plays with coltrane
they all say what needs some sayin
waitin for barry to play his playin

I don't know what I am thinking
Only thing I think I am knowing
is a friend of a friend
Is hurting
So I took it as far as I can
I heard a wise man say
"Listen to the music"

Going to rest now
maybe not on my laurels
but rest anyway
and send my best wishes to Barry
that he will soon be playing again.

I can sense it flowing in my veins

heaps of helpin from the kids
passin it to barry
pick up sticks
throw the dice
this old woman's rollin home

how's da man?
got a poet word?
a good word from
the man behind
the mic? dat fine
wordsmith who
i like so
much?

silence is the message
more wishes is the response
catch an amsterdam pigeon
tying love to her leg

gonna tag
the other leg
with a haiku....
love syllables

type up
a message
stick it in a
champagne
bottle

pray for
a strong wind,
pigeon to soar,
tide to come in
quick