Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

late
reading
will watch later
jam in it all
all in the jam
no rules
broken rules
figuring ifn i say
one thing i'll do
another
vastness of whitman
of course we
contradict
is chat so bad
commune
commute manana
looms
reading this book by one
helen weaver
a girlfriend of jack kerouac's
who threw him out
honest and soul searching
revealing
bearing her innards
getting old gives u, me,
all of us liscense
poetic or not
jam lives
with u
with judih
mingo
all of us who
know its holy
and yes
spring has sprung
jam on me!

stars & the night sky
put everything at perspective
the moon going down
has its messages too
coyotes singing eerie before dawn
so quiet now i can hear the traffic
moving clear over the interstate
three miles away
it's all scripture
and the scripture
cannot be broken
everything potent
nothing bogus

ready for dat
train horn moan

damn!

try a little jam
get high on some jam
its sticky n u might
get stuck
come on in the jammin
b finer than a diner
servin bar b que in
north carolina

a walk through avocado
leaves me wondering
when to wear shoes

grown in closets
them avocado leaves
was precious

.
Wish I had an avocado.
I shouldn't have eaten what I ate.
Gotta stick with the motto
to only eat what makes me feel great.
Fresh fruit, veggies, and oatmeal.
That's all I need. That's the deal.

.
do not wait upon a savior
the only thing that can save you
is water, food, shelter, exercise
and love

waiting on some jammers

Don't wait for jammers,
just jam, man, dammit,
bring the words on out,
shout 'em if you have to,
do what you do best,
'cause if you haven't yet guessed,
this jam only has a few more days
left, so don't be bereft that only
a few showed, 'cause you know
that's how it's been for several years now,
and what can ya do? you knew
it would be like that, so screw it,
just jam on, brotha, 'cause who knows
when or if we'll ever have another
one of these.
.
.
.
I can't tell you how pleased
i was to see SooZ and Lasse join in
and even Jim showed up for a bit to post
somewhere on the site so it all just feels
right somehow.

ripe jam pile
kids take a running leap
word splash

.
Good Friday
morning.
I allow myself
to die to all negativity,
pick myself up out of the bed
and head to the doctor early AM
when I hope to find news that
in a few days I will resurface
from this tomb and begin life anew.

Many blessings to all of you!

mailbox at the
edge of the road
outline softened by heavy mist
nothing can be reversed
that began by word
as the fog thickens or thins

.
There's nothin' happenin' here.
What it's not, ain't exactly clear.

old song.
sing along.

Maybe we're dead.
We've been nailed to a cross,
tossed away like debris. What
is it that YOU see?