Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

boundless ignite
torch my everglades
robins egg blue
octopi pink
jackson dazzled us
burst of stars
ear quo librium
benidicto no sanctu
only red beans and rice
in these here nola heights
crashin on levies
eatin raw rock steady
seasoned with yak jam

My friends keep me sane
when little pieces of me are flying
into outer space and I'm trying to chase
them down like raindrops and pull them
back together. I am grateful!

"I get by with a little help from my friends." ..... Paul McCartney tune covered by Joe Cocker. RIP Joe Cocker who died today after a battle with cancer at the age of 70.

the singer's voice
always available
one click away
one memory ignited
a friend's hug
a feeling away
a flashback closer
affection rekindled
a sudden chill
no more voice
no more advice
alone once more

the head is the shed
where all the tools are kept
in there i got a wrench
that fixes birds
with bent necks
the mayor of words
has invited all the traders
to a feast of text
the prayers go up
and the clouds melt
around here you'll find no wrecks
we dare to flare
and not one of us is dressed as guest
because we own the place

space b the place
word roaming
cyber screens
an affair of
1st thought bliss
sealed with a case
of, "do ya catch my drift?"
jam on me!

14.
The house is closed up again.
It is not Monday. It is not daytime.
It is raining.

The last time you were in the house,
you held a Japanese fan in your hand,
waved it occasionally like a theatrical
gesture. It is not Thursday. It is not Friday.
It is raining.

As it was the last time you were in the house,
you suffer intolerable pain; you finger
a silver necklace; imagine, if you will,
a long journey is possible in the near future;
imagine yourself rising and leaving soon.
As it must, it is raining.

rain coming
im sleepy
5 daze offf
with a smile
a present
angel flying away tomorrow
$'s comin in
more to make
yahoo
on my back lookin up
jammin!

looks like it will be a rainy christmas
wahoo!
weeping wind give me whiskey!
warm the body
cool the mind
where its always burnin!

i be jammin with a plate of hummus
i be jammin my way back home
i be jammin with my fists full of good drink!
i be jammin....shit...i need to call my sister

man you guys racking up the mileage
and where is my dog?
the sumbitch been feeding on cookies all day
now he's snoozing away
well i know a lot of people like that
furthermore i'm not going to be the one
that kills the pony express
with all it's orphans preferred
let me arrive at the next station
with the shafts of arrows sticking out
from my mailbag
the ones that just missed
their primary target
mingo out
jam on

ponies last seen
galloping
down the wrong hill
puddles and all
wet hooves
saddle sore ghosties
vicarious whoop-it-out
untimed frenzy

Wednesday ?

eve of X
loud rain pounding
resounding
outside my
chamber door
heat goes off
1:01 am.
rex comin for angel
from pa. at 4:45 am.
money for keens
new boots for holidaze
nothin like a good pair
scary time fly
flappin wings so fast
slumberino amidst
the pitter-patter

no hectic shifts
unfolding
post toasties
the master of ceremonies
raises their glass,
"all hail the jam, may it be sticky & flowing!"
lip smackin day of begin

just read a blurb
for a book on japanese poetry
it goes : "so much of the subtle essence
of classic japanese poetry: the depth
of controlled passion,
the austere elegance of style,
the compressed richness of imagery. -

HORSE SHIT -

& Merry Christmas one & all

ikkyu is rolling
in his pleasure girls
bed......