Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

sunday morn
cool n nice
streets repleat
oh so sweet......jam on me!

We usher in yet another
turn of earth, turn turn turn
a garden bed with a pitchfork.

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what we need is spring, indeed
and so i plant a flower seed

came here to jam
but my voice seems not
to have come with me
streams & creeks up here
on the slopes of Tug Hill Plateau
filled with snowmelt and rushing down
to the waters of Lake Ontario
i mark that white snow
turns into dark dark water
on it's way elsewhere

I like my steaks bone-in
and my wine glass filled...
spread poetry on my toast in the morning
let it sing in my head the rest of the day
to the tune of words sweet and fitting

crazy on ya
hearts n gizzards
grizzle my swizzel
schstick!!!
exclaimer's
baby janer's
what happened to pooh
did he see that
do wacka do
jumpin off the clown
could'nt put it back
together again
my special friend

I loved that willow last night in a dream
the one that dipped into the mystical stream
dreamboat annie after the the magic man, mama
searching love's mystery, the rest is all drama

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eat right, exercise,
say what you want to say

win the prize
of dying anyway

old joke
for old folk





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pass me a toke

knowhere to hide
i know ur no good
baby ur no good
you probably think this
poems about you
sweet baby james
all that knocking round
the zoo never to make
the gorrila refrain
when teased he spat
like green rain
whilst the spam turned
to ham on an owl and
pussy galore crimson sea
no it aint me ur lookin for.......babe

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here's lookin' at YOU, kid!
just think of all them things you did.
got up there and grabbed the mike,
mystic shit spilt out and damn if it wasn't like
ya hyptnotized 'em, man, the whole damn lot,
guys and dolls sneakin' out between sets to get a buzz of pot,
and sneakin' back in to add their name to the list,
young girls leanin' over to give ya a kiss onna cheek
just to make sure you got 'em on stage that week,
ya poetree emcee, you, doobiedoobiedoo,
words come spewin' outa your mouth like a star
and I watched it all, drove myself down country roads by car
just so I could see ya, get ahold of the mike and wail in mid
word week, seekin' some fun, ya son-of-a-gun.. here's lookin' at ya, kid!

i look, i expand
mind balloon with all the trimmings
till string is caught

i thought about rock climbing
in my panties
it must have been a dream for who
in their left mind
would have thought of that?

I thought about a snake dance
with baby rattles
it was sure lovely to see
all wrapped up
in a bare cloth, that was me!

I thought about bungee jumping
the Grand Canyon
me flying with an evel guy on a bike
the conclusion concussion
made me stop thinking about that!

I thought about skinny dippin'
in the Rio Grande
bathing myself with the sand
and after a while
my t'wat got as pink as a sunset

I thought about lassoing the moon
riding a painted pony
i hitched them to a star wagon
and we raced to Pluto
he barked...

I thought about thought
and isn't it funny
how you can think such a thing
and still be...
considered sane? Hah!

o gosh...I need to edit my profile
live journal is dead...

wanted: dead or alive
One journal
or
two

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